That time again, writing something just to write something.
As in most other places in the world, it is October in North Carolina, and if the wind is blowing and you're in the shade, it almost feels crisp. Otherwise it's just as humid as it was in August, just not as hot.
I am convinced that dogs see things that don't exist, then get scared and bark at them.
Cats also see things that don't exist, however they don't get scared, they just stare. Nature of the beast.
I still like twitter better than facebook, it seems more anonymous, even though it isn't.
Here is a short list (out of a much longer list) of foods I don't like: butter, mayonnaise, cheese, yogurt, tomatoes, steak, peas, peaches, pears, artichokes, cauliflower, mustard, onions.
Not sure what the difference between x-factor and the voice is, but I could live without either of them.
I thought I'd make a joke about Herman Cain's 999 plan just being 666 upside down, but when Michelle Bachmann made the same joke, I was glad I didn't. Now I'm sorry I even thought about it.
Last night I had a dream, I woke up & tried to remember it, but it just dissolved. I could see it dissolving and there was nothing I could do. I couldn't remember anything, and I tried hard.
I can talk myself out of mowing grass without any problem at all. I did it today - it needed another day to dry out. That's the ticket.
Even though I was in the Army at the time and that put a bit of a damper on things, I really liked living in Monterey, California.
As much as I disparage Kafka, I really liked the unfinished story about Blumfeld, an elderly bachelor. How on earth could anybody think of something like that? Where does that come from?