I have often been asked why I have never written a book and
the answer is simple; I have the attention span of nine year-old who just
downed a six-pack of Red Bull. It’s an effort for me to write a blog post on a
single subject, in fact this week I didn’t even try. Instead I just wrote down
a series of random thoughts that passed through my mind this morning.
No one should ever be held accountable for what they say in
their sleep. I’m no shrink but I’m pretty sure that dreams are just the brain
amusing itself during its time off. I’m told that I once shouted, “Don’t ask
the fritters, they don’t care” while sound asleep. Those are more likely to be
random words generated by off duty grey matter than a deep look into my soul….at
least I’d like to think so.
Never trust anyone who doesn’t smile when a baby
giggles.
Why is it that I’m younger and better looking in my mirror
than I am in pictures? I guess my eyes are willing to give me the benefit of
the doubt but cameras just don’t care. Damned cameras.
If you want to get an idea of just how many people there are
in Japan consider this; at any given moment there are millions of Japanese
people in every conceivable tourist location in the world and there are still
gazillions of them in Japan. Seriously, right now there’s a Japanese tour group
taking selfies in front the Great Pyramids, at Disneyland, in Rome, Paris,
Hawaii and even at of the world’s largest ball of yarn (wherever the hell that
is) and you still could not find an empty seat on a bus in Tokyo. It boggles
the mind.
It’s against international law to use e-cigarettes on
airliners and yet there is no law against farting aboard a passenger jet. I
don’t smoke or “vape” but I’d much rather smell the vapors from an electronic
cigarette the remnant of some guy’s refried beans. If his green cloud of stench
can make my eyes water it can surely be detected by the airline’s fancy vapor
detectors and the overhead oxygen masks should deploy automatically. I’m just
saying that, since the technology exists, it should be used for the greater
good.
I wonder if my grandkids have ever seen me without facial
hair. Now that I think about it I’m not sure my kids have seen me clean-shaven.
I never decided to be one of those guys who always wore facial hair but I’m 59
years old and I suddenly realize that I am one of those guys. I wonder if
anyone decides to become guys who wear socks with sandals, drive station wagons
or join bowling leagues or if they just wake up one day and realize that’s who
they are. I’m glad I wasn’t one of those socks with sandals guys!
As a general practice I rarely order steak from a restaurant
located on an island or seafood from an eatery the word “barbeque” in its name.
I suspect any man who claims to actually enjoy dancing. I
understand tolerating dancing because women seem to like it, I even get the
urge to nod your head rhythmically or air drum to a rock classic but the
concept of actually dancing for fun is alien to me. I automatically distrust
any guy who looks good or even natural while dancing…I’m just not buying it.
In many parts of the world it’s considered poor form or even
a crime to assault street mimes. I avoid these places whenever possible.
Since the Cleveland Indians and the Chicago Cubs are playing
in the World Series right now I think there is a good chance the temperatures
have dropped dramatically in Hell, which is good news for me. I can finally buy
that Maserati I’ve always wanted, I’m pretty sure I can slam dunk a basketball
now and I might actually win an argument with my wife! Ok, that might be a
little optimistic…but the basketball thing could happen!
I wonder if the ancients who drew the petroglyphs on cave
walls were considered artists or taggers. Did a drawing of a guy throwing a
spear at a wholly mammoth increase cave values or mean that it was time to move
to a higher-class cave up the hill? Art is such a fickle business.
The good news is that this kind of random thinking is why
I’ll probably never write a book; the bad news is that it’s also why I’ll keep
writing this humor column.
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