January 13, 2011 – Song 70

I was doing something else entirely and then I started thinking about this. I go on a goddamned vacation during this lamp dance.

You can get this lamp dance here for free.

Wait, I think that’s an entirely different song. 70.

My thoughts are like those dice with multiple sides sometimes. Not like cubes but the ones that are like stop signs or triangles on the faces. Sometimes in my head they roll around and once in awhile they stop and unfold into little two dim…ensional shapes, all touching though, like you could fold it back together if you needed to. I was thinking about this earlier on my way walking to the mailbox. When I got to the mailbox though I had to put the mail in so without even trying all the little shapes folded together into a polyhedron. That’s what they’re called. I know because I Googled it. But that doesn’t mean I can pronounce it.

When I turned around to walk back though it unfolded flat again but not necessarily with all the same pieces touching on the same sides. It’s random every time. You get all kinds of stuff that way. Different variations on the same theme but with different connections each time.

“Could be lunchmeat, could be peaches.”

That’s my favorite line from Look Who’s Talking. I say it all the time. No one ever knows what the hell I am talking about. Well, except my Mom. We don’t even call it by it’s real name. We call it The Baby Movie. I can barely type this because I am laughing so hard right now. Why have we seen that movie so many times?! The world may never know.

Anywho, the other day some friends and I were deciding what kind of weird we were. Turns out I’m Where’s Waldo Weird. God I love alliteration.

Do you want to see how it works? Check this out. I’ll roll the dice and let it unfold. Aaaaaaaaand STOP.

And here we go. This is one of my favorite quotes of all time.

“I shun father and mother and wife and brother when my genius calls me. I would write on the lintels of the door-post, Whim. I hope that it is somewhat better than whim at last, but we cannot spend the day in explanation.”
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

Anyone else notice his middle name? Yup that’s right. You could spend your life worrying that you are too weird, but what’s the point when there are dudes like this around?

Hey you. Yeah, you, with the lamp. You single?

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