Tuesday, August 26, 2008


The best thing about thoughts is that they vanish quickly. One second you have them. The next instant, they are gone.
For example, I had a thought that prompted me to open my word processor and begin typing. Now that said word processor is open and typing is under way, the aforementioned thought is no more. How is it that a thought so recent could disappear completely?

Sometimes you can trace you train of thoughts to a forgotten thought. If you can recall the last event before slipping into deep thought, you can work from the thought it triggered through the line of reasoning that lead you into this void.

This would be no issue if I could just let it go, but I'm just not that way. I find myself determined to recover the forgotten thought. I go searching frantically, tossing behind me the cushions of my mind, only to find loose change and corn nuts.

Have you ever tried any of the flavored corn nuts? There is ranch, picante and others. I think it is more marketing. "Hey, here is a new corn nut flavor. I'll by twelve bags to see how they taste!" Half-way through bag number four, I'm longing for regular old corn nuts.

We had to get an extra soda fountain at work. There were just too many flavors and flavor variations of soda that were previously unrepresented in our break rooms. If I want to kill several minutes, I go get a soda. It takes me 15 minutes to decide which soda I want, which turns out to be a completely successful waste of time. I return to my desk with my soda, take a few sips, and recall that I really don't like soda all that much. If something is going to be that harsh on my mouth, throat and stomach--the mixture of artificial sweetener with carbonation is like a hooker in church-- it better have alcohol in it.

When I was a kid, a hooker went to our church. I thought we were pretty lucky. Not every church has it's own woman-at-the-well, and we didn't even have a well! IF we did have a well, that would have been great! A religious hooker and very cold water. Now that's a good service.

Ahhh, that reminds me of why I started this post in the first place.

I had this thought that I lost and just can't recall what it was.

Monday, August 25, 2008

My Mind Is Losing Me

My Mind is Losing Me

Do you have have one of those days in which just can't figure out anything? Today is like that for me.

Nothing makes sense. I seem to be baffled by everything. I can't keep up. Furthermore, other than trying to figure out the nature of this phenomenon, I'm not all that interested in my inability to function as person who works somewhere. This must be what those soccer moms cruising Southlake Town Square feel like. If I could only convince myself that the world revolves around me and my BMW, I'd be at total peace....except for all these kids here dressed in grunge attite. I am SO over Grunge.

Killer is me.

What was that horrible noise? Anyway back to me.

I don't even remember what I was talking about, which brings my to my desired destination: A nice, short blog post about me.

Now, go in Peace.