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It’s great to be ignored.  It’s a good dose of humility.  It’s also an understanding of where you sit in a discussion or in the balance of a hierarchy of power. You put time to put down your thoughts and you lay them out only to be left on the side of the road. It could be that you stick your neck out in a meeting or by doing a project and then you get the smile.  The smile of “nice try but we really are not looking for that right now”. I guess I don’t know where I fit in some times.

Yes fair friends and mutual enemies it is Friday, time to challenge everything in every way, time to bend time and space, time to push against the rules and be you. We have trudged our way through the week, jumping from one superficial stepping stone to another, groping through our work day clinging desperately to the one ray of light we call clocking out. Peace finds me on Friday morning; I sip coffee as I blast my way to work on the fumes of another techno-trance experience. I know it’s my day because it’s Friday.  The anticipation is sometimes sweeter than the event.

My errand list today had two things on it and if I got kidnapped or disappeared and all they found was my list they might get the wrong idea.  Here is the list:

Drug Prescriptions

Vodka

I wish whiskey could cure more than just jock itch.

I wish chocolate syrup would come out of my shower, well maybe chocolate syrup infused with THC.

I want to know what a bite out of crime would taste like…maybe it would taste like hot strawberries.

So I just realized that if you were put in the stocks for a couple of days back in the day, they probably were not letting you have potty breaks.  (Geeeerrrrossssssshhh)

Step One: Eat lots of all vegetarian chili

Step Two: Super glue you butt checks to a large glass display window facing outside of your neighborhood sporting goods store

Step Three: Enjoy the ride

Step One: Slather yourself with bacon grease

Step Two: Find some bears

Step Three: Enjoy the ride

Step One: Turn on the radio

Sir Hoffenbaum of Gildencrest was no ordinary snow leopard.  Yes he was an older man, with salt and pepper hair and had affection for covering himself with black and white cotton balls. Yes he enjoyed running through the mountains and killing small game with his teeth and yes he would often growl at the females, but he was for sure not ordinary.  Why you ask? Simply put, he was rich.  Are rich people ever ordinary?  If that would be the case, then we would all be rich.

My wife’s and my conversation this morning:

Me: “I think ‘I shot the sheriff’ is about more, it could be about revolution.”

Wife: “I think it’s advice about a career in law enforcement.”

Me: “How’s that?”

Wife: “If you go into law enforcement, you should probably be a deputy.”

Discount according to Mariam Webster’s is now spelled discounbt. Never discounbt the effect of the silent b, it’s all the lingo has to offer. Do you ever inadvertently write a fragment and then Word tells you that you have written a fragment with all its high and mighty green line of grammar death.  Well I just make it into a sentence, yes it may not make the most sense, but we all make the most of the sense we are given.

I cannot stop, I am really enjoying watching bad movies especially fantasy and sci-fi.  There is something wonderful about watch mediocrity.  This could be because mediocrity is my new religion.  I don’t have the time or care to strive for perfection anymore. I would say the desire to be perfect is a masochistic tendency.

The following are jokes, my style:

A gorilla walks into a bar. The bar tender looks up at him and the gorilla says, “I’ll have a banana daiquiri.” The bartender says in a gruff tone, “We don’t serve your kind here.”  “Gorillas!” says the gorilla feeling insulted.  “No,” says the bartender, “Anybody who likes banana daiquiris!”

A communist walks up to a door and knocks, a voice says, “Bourgeoisie or Proletariat?” The communist says, “Vodka.” The door opens and the voice says, “That is the universal right answer.”

The obvious joke: