Stars And TVs And Stuff

 

When I look at the stars I think of my TV.

It will end up somewhere that I will never visit.

 

 

note: I’m not trying to be pessimistic … maybe I will visit the stars one day … but I’m sure I’m not going to visit my crap TV.

double note: when the space shuttle Challenger blew up everyone was shocked, but my mother said, “What a way to go.“
I don’t know what that has to do with anything, but it’s something.

triple note: I may have put on 4 entries today for some reason that I can’t explain easily.

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notes to myself #59

You will become a lot of things you rebel against, but it’s not all bad: time is a harsh mistress … but fair.

Numerical Orderliness

 

Someone should make a numerical dictionary.

I keep forgetting how to write “six trillion seven hundred and forty four billion eight hundred and ninety two million five hundred and thirty one thousand nine hundred and seventy two“.

I don’t think my dictionary is very good with numbers.

 

note: putting numbers in alphabetical order sounds possible; but improbable … like negative numbers.

double note: I can’t count negative numbers on my hands!

triple note: I’m waiting for a number between 6 and 7 to be recognized.

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notes to myself #58

You learn to count … but you never learn to count on anybody.

Common Sensorship

 

Sometimes I feel like beating people without any common sense.

… then I realize that they have already been beaten common senseless.

 

note: there seems to be two types of people: those with common sense and those who drive in front of me.

double note: common sense is getting less common all the time.

triple note: someone must be selling commonsensory deprivation tanks on late night TV.

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notes to myself #57

You only end up in a real ditch 2 times in your life (at 16 and 17 years old).
… but mental ditches seem to be more hazardous and plentiful.
Always have traction or friends to pull you out.

Walden Pondering

 

I was feeling walled in, so I went Walden and wandered off the usual roads today.

What did I find?

A  foggy golf course, barb wire fences protecting nature, a squirrel, a garbage dump, a bunch of farms, and a few junker businesses.

I was Thoreauly surprised.

 

note: this bus was the most interesting thing I saw … but it was all interesting really … but I kept my composture.

double note: I had to get in the “LADIES” door. The “GENTLEMEN“’s door is at the front, but partially hidden.

 

triple note: Did I mention that I saw a squirrel?   oh … okay.

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notes to myself #56

You will always be easily amused. …… I knew you would find that amusing!

Some Days

 

Some days I think I’m radioactive because …

it feels like I’m living a half-life.

 

note: a candle that burns twice as bright burns half as long, so a candle that burns twice as dim must burn twice as long … but why bother?

double note: an unlit candle lasts the longest but it’s kind of useless without a match.

triple note: when I think about images of loving life and wanting to squeeze out everyday of it … I think of Rutger Hauer as Roy Batty jamming that nail into his hand in Blade Runner.

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notes to myself #55

You never have a cool hair style.

Puzzling Over 1,000 Pieces

 

 The completion of a puzzle begins with one piece … well technically two … actually all the pieces should be somewhere in the vicinity.

 

This is my 1,000th blog!

I would have laughed at anyone who said that I could write that many blogs … I probably would have laughed at them anyway for some other reason … but that’s beside the point.

I thought maybe I was working on a 1,000 piece puzzle, but it turns out that I still have a lot of pieces outside the border and big chunks to fill in within.

… and the puzzle box says something about it being a 4D puzzle … whatever that is!

So you are stuck with me for a while yet.

 

note: I hope there is/has been some quality in with the quantity for the 10 or 15 regular readers.

double note: the good thing about having a big pile of crap is that you can always add a bit more without anyone being any the wiser. I’m sure no one is the wiser for reading this stuff, but thanks for clicking over here anyway.

triple note: the problem with having a big pile of crap is that you have to climb on top of it when you want to add to it.

quadruple note: this is the only photo I have of myself as a young planet in my present location. I thought I’d pull it out for the big occasion.

quintuple note: I call this photo “Dad’s Knee Encrouching“.

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notes to myself #54

Pulling out black and white photos will not win you any prizes while trying to date younger women.

Delayed Rain

 

Driving under bridges in the rain makes me think of … nothing.
It’s quite nice actually.

 

note: driving cars under bridges with rivers under them is for the ferries.

double note: turning the wipers off for a second gives me something to do.

triple note: rain drowns out the noise … and other things: that’s not so good sometimes.

quadruple note: “Hey it stopped raining! … crap it’s just a bridge.”

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notes to myself #53

Do not put Tiger Balm on your upper lip! EVER!!!!

Remembrance Day

 

 

My grandfather came to Canada in 1905 with his father: he was 5 years old.

His father stayed for a while, came to the conclusion that it was too late for him to start over in a new country, and went back to Belgium.

My grandfather was left with a Belgian family farming in Manitoba where he was treated poorly.

He ran away when he was 10 years old.

While walking down the dirt road he eventually came across some other kids speaking a different language and they took him to their home.

He became part of their family; he worked on their farm; and he learned their language.

One day a saleman came to the farm and my grandfather heard the saleman and the farmer discussing business in another language.

My grandfather was curious and asked the farmer what language he had been speaking.

“English” said the farmer.

“Then what the hell am I speaking?“ asked my grandfather.

“Icelandic” replied the farmer.

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note: He signed up with the Canadian Expeditionary Force on Valentine’s Day 1916 and was discharged January 18th, 1919.
His discharge papers say that he was 20 years old and 9 months in 1919, but I think he lied about his age and was really only 15 years old when he joined in 1916.

double note: at the present time there are 10 wars and 32 civil conflicts taking place: http://www.globalsecurity.org/military/world/war/index.html

triple note: I only knew my grandfather as a person who could make something come alive out of driftwood and burls.

quadruple note: if any family members are reading this … yes I still have grandpa’s discharge papers … and the framed discharge portrait with all the bells and whistles is still stored at brother #2’s place for me one day.

quintuple note: from what I remember he was actually in a trench about 5 km away from where he was born at one time during the war, but didn’t know it.

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notes to myself #52

The burl table you store at your brother’s place eventually gets borrowed by your other brother. It’s probably for the best since I don’t think you’ll be moving back to Canada anytime soon.

Pole Positioning

 

It doesn’t bother me when people on motorcycles sneak up into the pole position at traffic lights: they usually accelerate quickly and are gone.

But …

I’d like to do the same to them just once.

I’m a rebellious thinker like that sometimes.

 

note: if I know there will be some cyclist, mopedalist, or pizza delivery scooter driver trying to muscle in on my pole position with visions of being a Hell’s Angels, I usually try to get as close to the curb as possible.

double note: Is that motorcycle move taught at driving school? … or is it just an unwritten rule of the road? … or something else?

triple note: I bet people with really fast cars get pissed off with motorcyclists for doing this. … I wouldn’t know … I’m just a better.

quadruple note: if a motorcyclist cut in front of me in a movie theatre line up, I probably wouldn’t say anything … because obvious they are a weirdo.

quintuple note: “pole position” … because there is a pole somewhere … I thought there was a “poll” about the fastest being positioned at the front.

sextuple note: I’ve been in the “pole position” at the barbershop on many occasions!

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notes to myself #51

You grow out of a lot of things, but you grow in to a lot of things at the same time … so it’s no big deal really.

Alphabet Soup

 

I once spelled my entire name in a bowl of alphabet soup

… but I had to use a lot of carrots.

 

note: I have one initial in my first name. How many do you have?

double note: initials are like really crappy alphabet soup,
… but without the soup.

triple note: I guess in Japan and China most kids can spell their names in soup, if they throw in enough rice.

quadruple note: I once spelled my name … somewhere … but I’m not very proud about that.

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notes to myself #50

Don’t try to analyze yourself too much … it’s just the way you are wired. You are destined for greatness. I’ll let you know when it happens.