This is going to be pretty random… sorry.

  1.  A typical conversation with Jim and I..

Jim: I need to work on a project for class using oil pastels.
Me: Didn’t he invent penicillin?
Jim: What?
Me: Oh, I’m thinking of Louis Pasteur
Jim: [rolls his eyes]

Except, Pasteur is famous for vaccines and pasteurization (duh) – Alexander Fleming discovered (not invented) penicillin.  

Sigh.  Complete misfire.

Also, a couple days later, I mentioned to Jim that a song on the radio sounded like Andy Grammer.  He replied, “Wasn’t he from Mayberry?”   I sighed.  “You’re thinking of Andy Griffin.”

So, turnabout, I guess.

In the car a couple days ago, a song came on that had a great sound.  We were both jamming to it and Jim started singing, “Working on my website Working my website Working on my website”.  When I questioned him about it, he said that’s what it sounded like to him.

You be the judge:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MArUWLN-kqs

It’s official.  He’s now sillier than when I first met him.  I blame me, obviously.

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2. I had a dream the other night that I was desperately trying to turn on the subtitles for the DVD of season 1 of the original Full House.  When I woke up, I was still in a panic about it and was mentally going through the menu again to try and figure out what I’d missed.  It wasn’t until I rolled out of bed that I was able to claw my way back to reality.

Sigh, again.

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3. This past weekend was an almost-pizza grilled cheese sandwich (with tater tots) at Lockview, a scoop of Blimpberry ice cream at Chill, and then ballet in the park.

Aaaaaaaand, I didn’t get it.  The first two acts were classical ballet, the third was more contemporary dance, and the final was 8 mini-acts of 1940’s dance.

The performers were all very talented, graceful, and athletic.  The costumes and the lighting were well done.  And no one could argue that it wasn’t sophisticated art – and that we were lucky to have a free show in the park.

And I tried.  I really really tried to enjoy it.  I paid attention, didn’t fold paper, and didn’t look at my phone.  But I got bored.  The dance was repetitive and I didn’t like the music. There were a few minutes total of the contemporary that I liked and I thought the shirts were cool, but I was otherwise bored for 2 hours.

I feel kinda bad about this – everyone involved put so much work into it.  And I would have rather been reading a book or playing a video game.

Sigh, the third.

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4. Every so often I get a little…well… nihilistic.  It doesn’t happen very often fortunately and this time was nerdier than usual.  (At the atomic level the fundamental elements of the universe don’t give a shit.  About anything. And who are we to question atoms?)

So, yeah.

The best fix for me is to take myself for a walk.  Getting back into the world – and not in my head – usually settles me down in short order.

Last night, things must have been a little more entrenched than usual since it took me 7 miles over the course of 2 hours to get back to my version of normal.

I hadn’t intended to go that far, but I felt physically okay at each chance to shorten my route.  And then when I was really tired, well, I was so far away that even a direct route was a long way from home.

I had lost the light by the time I reached my street, but got home safe and sound – even with Firestone Park’s notorious vampire problem.  I was okay except for some…well…chafing.  I hadn’t rinsed off from the pool after work and the chlorine  + sweat + boxers = well… I was walking a little funny the last few blocks.

And that’s kind of it for now.