Sometimes I hit the doldrums and don’t see anything funny … or think of anything interesting to blog about.
Then I get a sign from a mail slot somewhere and I put some crap on … like I usually do.
note: exit signs are pessimistic … unless there is a fire … or the movie is over.
double note: front doors are welcome matters.
triple note: Do mail slots talk to you? … it’s okay, but don’t talk back to them … that’s a bad thing … and they don’t like it.
quadruple note: the age of signs is over … just like the age of miracles, the age of reason, the age of innocence, and the age of ice. I hope the next age is something to do with making the world a better place to visit.
quintuple note: I wore a shirt that said “Maybe” today: I’m controversial … but I’m not totally sure about it.
sextuple note: someone else should start playing Jackie Chan in movies.
septuple note: that means the 7th note … if you haven’t been paying attention.
octuple note: when you wear a belt, do you loop it through your pants clockwise or counterclockwise?
I seem to be hanging out with the lefthanded clockwise crowd.
nuntuple note: sure it’s 5 o’clock somewhere and people are drinking, but it’s 3 am somewhere else and people are sleeping … so it all evens out.
decuple note: I guess I really didn’t have a lot of anything to say … or a lot of anything to say … or a whole lot of nothing to say.
notes to myself #79
Watch out for that nail on the road while you are driving.