Random Thoughts
or, What I Think


If "all the world's a stage, and we are merely players," where the hell's my script? 

What's the point in writing anything at all, when somebody else has already said the same thing you want to say, and a thousand times better at that?  And why doesn't somebody tell this to some of the writers out there?  It would make the world a far far better place. (Not to mention quieter and less cluttered.)  "Hey buddy, Shakespeare already covered that.  Move on, please." 

There is a weird humming noise that comes out of my computer at night, even though the whole thing is turned off, shut down, unpowered.  Is there some tiny little brain in there somewhere plotting revenge on me for spilling coffee on the keyboard while I sleep peacefully, my head only two inches away from it?  Is it just going to commit murder/suicide some night, the monitor toppling over while I'm asleep and landing on my head?  This worries me. 

My television now makes the same sound.  Must be some sort of mechanical conspiracy.  Now that I think about it, I did spill juice on the screen once...  Uh oh... 

How on earth should I shorten the band name, Squirrel Nut Zippers.  Squirrel Nuts sounds most natural, but it has slightly--negative--connotations...  Hmmm...  SNZ sounds too much like SNL (shudder)...  Oh hell, I'll just keep calling them the Squirrel Nut Zippers. 

Must... Have... Sleep... 
I either need to lose my heart or fire my brain, because they've got this total conspiracy, or is it miscommunication, thing going on. You see, my brain's got the rest of the world convinced that I have no feelings. It tells them, "Here, step on me!" Meanwhile, my lil old heart's a-gong ta-thump, de-thump, and getting all mashed to pieces from the traffic. On second thought, maybe I don't need to fire them... Maybe I can get some kind of communication cable going between them... or better yet, a couple of on/off switches. A SCSI card? (what does that do anyways?) ahh.. good solution: A lobatomy and a pacemaker. Just as long as I stay away from heavy machinery and microwaves. Perfect. 

 Kindness and loyalty don't collect dust on a shelf somewhere, they live in people forever.  Who needs immortality when you've got that? 

My idea of Love: Nothing big on Valentine's Day, and daisies in the middle of March for no reason at all. 

My view on poetry:  There are so many spectacularly amazingly heartbreakingly wonderful poems out there, that express the exact same things I want to say, only about a thousand times better.  How can I compete with that?  So I'm not gonna write it, 'cause I'll never be able to keep up, and what's the point in writing something that's already been said, if you can't even write it as well?  No thanks, not for me.  I'll take chills over shudders any day. 

My name is Jonah  I'm carrying the whale.

To me, (coming from you) friend is a four letter word.
End is the only part of the word that I hear.
Call me absurd. 


Interest in a subject has nothing whatsoever to do with the subject.  It has everything to do with the teacher who introduces it to you.  There are people who can make the history of paint drying interesting, and those who can bore you to tears with the best joke in the world.  Teachers should not teach because they feel a duty, or want the money, or simply enjoy the topic.  They should teach because they enjoy giving away the knowledge, as that is the only way the student will take it willingly.  Being a good public speaker is not even nessicary.  One of the best teachers I ever had was technically a horrible speaker.  She would um and go off on tangents, and spend long moments looking at her notes without a word.  But she loved what she was talking about, and not only that, but she knew we were going to love it too.  So we did.  Amazing what a little confidence will do for you. 

I just looked down and realized that I'm wearing my pajamas.  The strange thing is, I don't remember putting them on.  Now there's a puzzle.  Is losing time and actions like this a really bad thing?  It really seems like it should be something that doesn't happen. 

Why is cleaning up messes sooo much harder than making them?  You'd think they'd be about equal, but it seems like I can make a mess in 5 minutes, then spend 2 days cleaning it up.  Weirdness. 

Carpe Diem. 

The two most important and powerful things anyone can give you are complete loyalty, and complete trust.  Love's nothing stacked up to these two. 

It's so much easier to be lonely at a party than when you're alone. 

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