TAX SEASON!!!
Rabbit Season, Tax Season, Duck Season, FIRE.
Sorry. That has nothing to do with what I really wanted to say, but it flashed through my brain, so I decided to type it. The nice thing about doing stream of consciousness writing is never having to edit, or delete, or even be aware of what you are going to type before you type it. I traditionally just randomly pick a title, so that I can just start typing. Otherwise I will never start, and where is the fun in that. It only becomes frustrating when I want to have something to say. Actually what I intended to write in that sentence was "when I have something I think that I would like to say". For example, Today while I was driving to work, I thought about stupidity tax. So naturally having thought about it, and being impressed with the particular thoughts I thought, I wished to share them with the world. Or at least the two people (my spouse and my child) who occasionally peruse this particular spin-off of my brain. I say two people, because they are the only people I am aware of who know of this particular corner of the internet. I am certain that others have come across it. But I find it difficult to imagine them spending much time trying to make sense of what is spewed here. It being, after all, mostly a brain dumping ground. So, this brings up two questions. The first is, why do I not just tell the wife and child my particular brain droppings and not type them up here. I am not positive that I have a rational answer for that question. Basically, I like to write, and I enjoy typing. I have horrendous handwriting. So why not just blog and not worry about it.
The second question being, how come you are doing this when you should be working? That answer is pretty simple. I no longer have time to blog at home. I have upgraded my home computer, and am now able to run all the fantastic games I have been unable to play for the past 4 years or more years. So I am excessively busy catching up on games, and no longer have time to type at home. So my productivity suffers. The sad part about that is I am still probably the most productive person at my place of employment. That is not so much blowing my own horn (as it were) as merely denigrating my co-workers. Sadly, however, it is also true. The other advantage to typing at work is that I do not have to do it all in one setting. I can type a little bit, then accomplish some actual work, and come back and type some more, and nobody is the wiser. That is the advantage of stream of consciousness writing. IT is difficult to tell if I am changing subjects because I forgot what I was going to say, or if I am merely following the thought that was created from whatever thought came before it.
Which still leads us to the tax season issue. Maybe not directly, in fact it might not lead there at all. But I am heading there anyway, because that is where I truly would like to be so I can get that particular rant out of my brain before it becomes a huge problem. Kind of like a song stuck in the head that keeps autolooping around. The thing about those songs that I wonder about, is how come it is never the whole stinking song? More often than not just one line, or one chorus goes through the brain over and over. Unless it is an incredibly short song such as "minimum wage" by the best band in the universe They might Be Giants In which case, well the whole song easily fits on the continuous loop cycle. It truly causes wonder as to how limited the storage space in the brain really and truly is. Or, perhaps it validates the whole 1 tenth of the brain usage theory. Think about it, human beings are supposed to have such advanced brains, and yet we do not even have the capability to have an entire song run through our brains. Either there is limited space, or we do not live up to our potential. Songs are not that long. Sure there is plenty of long term storage, and even short term. If we chose, we could probably remember the entire song. If only 1 line at a time while we are singing it. But when it circles in the brain, there is only so much space before it loops back to the start of whatever section is running. I really do wonder why that is. But enough idle speculation. There are more serious matters to attend to.
What really is important though? I am sure that economies and politics and war and pestilence and famine and education and freeways and endangered species and biology and chemistry and physics and astronomy and astral physics and literature and poetry and theology and geology and microbiology and engineering and genetic strands and stem cells and civil rights and proper attire for proper situations and proper nutrition and adequate shelter and appropriate climate for comfort level and the level of toxicity the bites of various species and the lyrics to many songs and global warming and overpopulation and salinity and the dangers of hypothermia and how microclimates effect farm industry and the federal interest rate and medical technology and a properly trained military and border control and speed limit laws and the death of Richard Nixon and the life of John Lennon and the methane output of cows and the freedom of the seas and oil production levels and the respecting the sovereign rights of nations and the death of the spotted owl and appropriate work ethics and the lessons of history all, are all more important. Well perhaps the cow issues are not quite so important. I had said "more serious" matters though, not more important matters. And while those issues (again saving the cows) all have high import. I am not certain that each and every one has a particular high seriousness rating.
So what is more serious. Well a funeral is fairly serious. Actually not serious so much as grave. ha ha ha ha ha. Okay, so the discounts the funerals from the more serious category. And when I was a youngster, my father would always use the phrase "serious as a heart attack." Although to be honest, it really could not have been always. Because there are many situations where it would not be appropriate. On the other hand, appropriateness to phraseology was not necessarily important to my father in every circumstance. So perhaps he might have uttered the phrase out of context. Well no if he used it, it was always in some context, because life is context. There is no help for it. Until you remove the life factor everything does exist in some form of context. So shall I say he may have uttered it inappropriately. The other thing is that he (my father) knowing it was a cliche, would emphasize it to the point of ludicrousness. Which had the effect of making me laugh. So I no longer consider heart attacks very serious. And all of the important topics in the preceding paragraph, I used in a sort of tongue in cheek manner. So I no longer can lump them into the serious category which seriously diminishes the serious opportunities. Especially if I include all sub-categories to the main categories listed as important. So now I have to figure out what is serious. I think the problem is that things are not serious. They just are. Events are not serious. They just are. Stuff just exists. I think it is people that are serious. Not necessarily all people, but I feel pretty confident and safe in saying that serious people are generally serious. Lighthearted people are not so serious. And it is the seriousness of people that impart seriousness on a particular event, or object. Therefore if I were to move on to a more serious topic, it would have to be people. But not just any people, or people in general, it would have to be serious people. Or a serious person. Which is a drawback, because I do not have intimate enough knowledge of most people to determine how serious they are. In fact I have very few to zero friends. But I have a wife and child, and they have friends, so I can have vicarious friendships, which is more than enough for me until I finish a few computer games. So I no longer feel qualified to discuss more serious issues. End of story. There is no talking me out of it. Once I decide I am not going to do something, or am not qualified to do something, I just do not do it until I change my mind, or forget I made the decision. Who knows how long that could take? Well everybody knows how long it could take. After all it could take one year, or two, or three, or four, or five, or six, or seven, or eight, or nine, or ten, or eleven, or more. It could take half an hour. It could take 3 halves of an hour. It could actually take any amount of time. The more precise question would be who knows how long it will take. The answer to that is probably nobody, because the mind works in mysterious ways, and if it has difficulties in looping an entire song endlessly, how long can it retain a spur of the moment decision made by the whims of capriciousness. Your guess is probably as good, or better than mine.
Which brings me to my main point. Except I have typed too much today, so I think I will forgo the main point for now, and attempt it again at a later date. Or later on this date if I am note enjoying my computer games.
Sorry. That has nothing to do with what I really wanted to say, but it flashed through my brain, so I decided to type it. The nice thing about doing stream of consciousness writing is never having to edit, or delete, or even be aware of what you are going to type before you type it. I traditionally just randomly pick a title, so that I can just start typing. Otherwise I will never start, and where is the fun in that. It only becomes frustrating when I want to have something to say. Actually what I intended to write in that sentence was "when I have something I think that I would like to say". For example, Today while I was driving to work, I thought about stupidity tax. So naturally having thought about it, and being impressed with the particular thoughts I thought, I wished to share them with the world. Or at least the two people (my spouse and my child) who occasionally peruse this particular spin-off of my brain. I say two people, because they are the only people I am aware of who know of this particular corner of the internet. I am certain that others have come across it. But I find it difficult to imagine them spending much time trying to make sense of what is spewed here. It being, after all, mostly a brain dumping ground. So, this brings up two questions. The first is, why do I not just tell the wife and child my particular brain droppings and not type them up here. I am not positive that I have a rational answer for that question. Basically, I like to write, and I enjoy typing. I have horrendous handwriting. So why not just blog and not worry about it.
The second question being, how come you are doing this when you should be working? That answer is pretty simple. I no longer have time to blog at home. I have upgraded my home computer, and am now able to run all the fantastic games I have been unable to play for the past 4 years or more years. So I am excessively busy catching up on games, and no longer have time to type at home. So my productivity suffers. The sad part about that is I am still probably the most productive person at my place of employment. That is not so much blowing my own horn (as it were) as merely denigrating my co-workers. Sadly, however, it is also true. The other advantage to typing at work is that I do not have to do it all in one setting. I can type a little bit, then accomplish some actual work, and come back and type some more, and nobody is the wiser. That is the advantage of stream of consciousness writing. IT is difficult to tell if I am changing subjects because I forgot what I was going to say, or if I am merely following the thought that was created from whatever thought came before it.
Which still leads us to the tax season issue. Maybe not directly, in fact it might not lead there at all. But I am heading there anyway, because that is where I truly would like to be so I can get that particular rant out of my brain before it becomes a huge problem. Kind of like a song stuck in the head that keeps autolooping around. The thing about those songs that I wonder about, is how come it is never the whole stinking song? More often than not just one line, or one chorus goes through the brain over and over. Unless it is an incredibly short song such as "minimum wage" by the best band in the universe They might Be Giants In which case, well the whole song easily fits on the continuous loop cycle. It truly causes wonder as to how limited the storage space in the brain really and truly is. Or, perhaps it validates the whole 1 tenth of the brain usage theory. Think about it, human beings are supposed to have such advanced brains, and yet we do not even have the capability to have an entire song run through our brains. Either there is limited space, or we do not live up to our potential. Songs are not that long. Sure there is plenty of long term storage, and even short term. If we chose, we could probably remember the entire song. If only 1 line at a time while we are singing it. But when it circles in the brain, there is only so much space before it loops back to the start of whatever section is running. I really do wonder why that is. But enough idle speculation. There are more serious matters to attend to.
What really is important though? I am sure that economies and politics and war and pestilence and famine and education and freeways and endangered species and biology and chemistry and physics and astronomy and astral physics and literature and poetry and theology and geology and microbiology and engineering and genetic strands and stem cells and civil rights and proper attire for proper situations and proper nutrition and adequate shelter and appropriate climate for comfort level and the level of toxicity the bites of various species and the lyrics to many songs and global warming and overpopulation and salinity and the dangers of hypothermia and how microclimates effect farm industry and the federal interest rate and medical technology and a properly trained military and border control and speed limit laws and the death of Richard Nixon and the life of John Lennon and the methane output of cows and the freedom of the seas and oil production levels and the respecting the sovereign rights of nations and the death of the spotted owl and appropriate work ethics and the lessons of history all, are all more important. Well perhaps the cow issues are not quite so important. I had said "more serious" matters though, not more important matters. And while those issues (again saving the cows) all have high import. I am not certain that each and every one has a particular high seriousness rating.
So what is more serious. Well a funeral is fairly serious. Actually not serious so much as grave. ha ha ha ha ha. Okay, so the discounts the funerals from the more serious category. And when I was a youngster, my father would always use the phrase "serious as a heart attack." Although to be honest, it really could not have been always. Because there are many situations where it would not be appropriate. On the other hand, appropriateness to phraseology was not necessarily important to my father in every circumstance. So perhaps he might have uttered the phrase out of context. Well no if he used it, it was always in some context, because life is context. There is no help for it. Until you remove the life factor everything does exist in some form of context. So shall I say he may have uttered it inappropriately. The other thing is that he (my father) knowing it was a cliche, would emphasize it to the point of ludicrousness. Which had the effect of making me laugh. So I no longer consider heart attacks very serious. And all of the important topics in the preceding paragraph, I used in a sort of tongue in cheek manner. So I no longer can lump them into the serious category which seriously diminishes the serious opportunities. Especially if I include all sub-categories to the main categories listed as important. So now I have to figure out what is serious. I think the problem is that things are not serious. They just are. Events are not serious. They just are. Stuff just exists. I think it is people that are serious. Not necessarily all people, but I feel pretty confident and safe in saying that serious people are generally serious. Lighthearted people are not so serious. And it is the seriousness of people that impart seriousness on a particular event, or object. Therefore if I were to move on to a more serious topic, it would have to be people. But not just any people, or people in general, it would have to be serious people. Or a serious person. Which is a drawback, because I do not have intimate enough knowledge of most people to determine how serious they are. In fact I have very few to zero friends. But I have a wife and child, and they have friends, so I can have vicarious friendships, which is more than enough for me until I finish a few computer games. So I no longer feel qualified to discuss more serious issues. End of story. There is no talking me out of it. Once I decide I am not going to do something, or am not qualified to do something, I just do not do it until I change my mind, or forget I made the decision. Who knows how long that could take? Well everybody knows how long it could take. After all it could take one year, or two, or three, or four, or five, or six, or seven, or eight, or nine, or ten, or eleven, or more. It could take half an hour. It could take 3 halves of an hour. It could actually take any amount of time. The more precise question would be who knows how long it will take. The answer to that is probably nobody, because the mind works in mysterious ways, and if it has difficulties in looping an entire song endlessly, how long can it retain a spur of the moment decision made by the whims of capriciousness. Your guess is probably as good, or better than mine.
Which brings me to my main point. Except I have typed too much today, so I think I will forgo the main point for now, and attempt it again at a later date. Or later on this date if I am note enjoying my computer games.
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