It's amazing what useless things a night of sombre, slow music, some rhum, and a peanut butter sandwich can do for you.
Such as this really rather silly, pointless thought it plunged into my brain. It's so annoyingly senseless that I don't understand why I'm still thinking about it. But there it is. It's stuck there, like margarine or pork fat on a frying pan after a heavy bout of saute-bleu.
(So what's the thought already?)
Don't interrupt. This has to be orchestrated slowly. Like a flower going into bloom, or the slow, rumbling approach of an earthquake. You savor the moment, lest it runs away from you. Remember Kodak. Think picture-perfect. A single second trapped for ages.
So okay. Here it is. The thought that has been bugging me ever since I read that webcam-related post about long-distance face to face communication. The One Thought. To Rule them All.
(Get on with it, you bitch.)
God, but you're pushy. Fine, fine. Here it is. If you cross the inernational date line, do you get older? Or younger?
This reminds me of that old joke about the two buddies:
Buddy 1 (knocking on door of buddy 2): Buddy! Buddy! Wake up! I need your help!
Buddy 2 is startled out from a deep, peaceful sleep by the incessant knocking and goes to open the door.
Buddy 2 (yawns): Hey buddy. What's up?
Buddy 1: I can't sleep.
Such as this really rather silly, pointless thought it plunged into my brain. It's so annoyingly senseless that I don't understand why I'm still thinking about it. But there it is. It's stuck there, like margarine or pork fat on a frying pan after a heavy bout of saute-bleu.
(So what's the thought already?)
Don't interrupt. This has to be orchestrated slowly. Like a flower going into bloom, or the slow, rumbling approach of an earthquake. You savor the moment, lest it runs away from you. Remember Kodak. Think picture-perfect. A single second trapped for ages.
So okay. Here it is. The thought that has been bugging me ever since I read that webcam-related post about long-distance face to face communication. The One Thought. To Rule them All.
(Get on with it, you bitch.)
God, but you're pushy. Fine, fine. Here it is. If you cross the inernational date line, do you get older? Or younger?
This reminds me of that old joke about the two buddies:
Buddy 1 (knocking on door of buddy 2): Buddy! Buddy! Wake up! I need your help!
Buddy 2 is startled out from a deep, peaceful sleep by the incessant knocking and goes to open the door.
Buddy 2 (yawns): Hey buddy. What's up?
Buddy 1: I can't sleep.
G'night y'all.