It’s true. For example, today I pondered the loveliness of pieces of celery that have been cooked in soup. I love celery that’s been cooked in soup.
Also, I like the letters Q, X, Y, and V, and I love to write capital “L”s in cursive.
I love the feeling that I get when I brush my teeth after not having done so for a fair bit of time.
I enjoy showers, especially hot showers.
I find old film cameras particularly engaging.
I like singing, (though others may not enjoy the resulting sound).
Though the longevity of the resulting order is seldom great, I like to organize things.
I like most animals, though I hold goats in disdain.
I love sitting outside in the dark, listening to the world go about its business.
I love traveling and seeing things new to my eyes.
I like writing.
I guess I like silly things.
I don’t, however, like goodbyes. So, see you next time!
I started off writing a post about how I loved and cherished and held to dear to my life all those things filled with words and pages and stuff (books). I realized, though, that a Milky Way bar was sitting on my desk, and I quickly succumbed to the lesser me. Then I realized that I had no motivation at all to write about books. Those are far too sacred of objects to be carelessly scribbled about in a Milky Way-induced euphoria. So instead, I decided to do what I do best. Ramble. The following is a dissertation on everything important.
Everything Important Explained
College: A very large social experiment in which the test subjects voluntarily pay to undergo the strangest of rituals–probably a conspiracy, but what isn’t?
Grammar: The grammar system is the result of all the pent-up OCD of every overly-influential language scholar. It serves no function other than to facilitate the object of written communication, confuse young children, and torture innocent students.
Guns: Guns don’t kill people; bears kill people.
Lighters: Tools used for burning cigarettes, starting fires, and razing buildings. Read owner’s manual before using.
Photography: Photography is the means by which the phrase “taking a picture” describes a legitimate action.
Pop Tarts: Pop Tarts give meaning to any toaster’s life.
Root Beer: This is the best soda ever. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. If there’s a national carbonated soft drink of Heaven, this is it.
Rubber Duckies: These seemingly innocent little creatures are plotting to take over the world, aided by the ever-scheming and endlessly-devious goats.
Service Bells: Service bells are like doorbells, they rarely ever serve their intended functions. Instead, they become vessels of annoyance and impatience.
To Be Continued…
A note to my awesome readers: I’m sorry for the large lapse in time between posts. I recently started a new full-time job, so I’ve been a bit busier than normal. Getting up at 5:15 am every morning is a new and sometimes painful experience. I promise that I’ll post something beefier soon. Like a cow.
A note to all my other readers: see above.
If you look closely into the seemingly bland sunset image of grass and shrubbery, you will see a rabbit hunkered next to the brush. He (or she) let me get within about five feet, and the rabbit stayed still long enough for me to about three long exposure shots, plus some quick images. Click here for a close-up of my furry friend.
Have a great day!