Are You Sure You Want to Go There?
My mind is a dangerous place. If you dip a toe in, you may just get carried away into a murky abyss (or reruns of I Dream of Jeannie). I say this as a warning for the faint of heart, and also to introduce a post that will be included in my friend’s blog carnival, Duane Scott Presents Pleasantly Disturbed Thursdays.
Iâ€™ve thrown out a few nuggets of randomness in the comments section over there, but I thought at least for this week, Iâ€™d give you a glimpse into the cream style corn that is my brain.
By the way, does anyone like cream style corn? I havenâ€™t had it in years, but the sight of it makes me want to gag. I used to like it, but Iâ€™ve found that it goes against a very important principle I have in which I wonâ€™t eat a food item that appears to have been regurgitated by someone else. Itâ€™s common sense.
â€œCommon Senseâ€ was a pamphlet written by Thomas Paine before the American revolution, challenging the authority of the British government. Pamphlets in those days are sort of like blogs these days. People would express themselves, their beliefs and opinions, and there were lots of videos of cats doing crazy things. Note: that last thing may or may not be true.
I’veÂ never seen the musical Cats but the whole idea sort of creeps me out. On the other hand, I used to watch Thundercats when I was a kid and that was awesome! target=”_blank”>Thundercats, HO! Speaking of cartoons from my childhood, did you know there is a Smurfs movie coming out sometime in the future?
For some reason, people used to say things about the church I grew up in. One of the things they said was that we â€œsacrificed smurfs.â€ I was maybe 10 years old thinking, â€œthey know smurfs aren’t real, right?â€
Then hilariously in the middle of our sanctuary an ink pen had burst and the stain wouldnâ€™t come up. What color was it? Blue, of course. I like to joke that that is the spot where we sacrificed the unsuspecting blue creatures (I’m a little sick, but Jesus loves me anyway).
Sometime I would like to see a show by the Blue Man Group. Iâ€™ve been to Las Vegas, NV a couple times now and thereâ€™s a huge video screen promoting the show (and others) in the airport. You seem to wait for your bags a long time so you watch the same promos over and over again. I think they do it on purpose to brainwash you into buying tickets.
Iâ€™ve had two speeding tickets in my life and neither have shown up on my insurance. My wife sold knives in college (another story all together) with other mostly college students. One of her fellow salespeople was studying to be a lawyer and told her that if you ever get a speeding ticket, pay a dollar or so over. The courthouse canâ€™t accept the overage so they have to send a refund. As long you never cash the refund, it stays in the system and off your record.
Not necessarily proud of it, but this is what I did (never got a refund in the mail though). Also, now that this is on the Internet, it must be true.
Okay, Iâ€™ve got to stop now. I could keep going, but Iâ€™m making me tired so Iâ€™m sure youâ€™re head is spinning. Plus youâ€™re probably thinking, â€œthis guy has got to be an awesome volleyball player.â€ That, I am.
In the comments, feel free to answer any of my rhetorical questions above or give me something completely random. If you want to read other pleasantly disturbed posts, then head over to Duane Scottâ€™s Fine Used Carpet Emporium (and blog).