Hi kids, and welcome to another day! I had chemo today, (the long week..uggghh!!) So, as I return home, I figure I better get on here and write something while I still feel like it. If history follows suit, by tonight I’ll be a physical basket case. But, right now, I’m sipping on a Sonic Drive In Orange Cream Slush. This is probably the most decadent drink in the world… mmmmmm.
I want to thank all of you who have already visited my blog, and also thank those who have linked to me. I’m truly honored. It seems I’ve suprised my closer friends with my science questions. So, as not to pigeon hole myself. I offer other imponderables that aren’t actually science. (Don’t worry science geeks, I will never turn my back on it permanently.)
Today I’ll just throw out a few thoughts of a more generic nature.
1. Why do they portray fat people on television as unable to go more than 5 seconds without talking about food? I’ve been fat most of my life, and I can recall hours and hours without talk of food. Just a few instances include sex, job interviews, funeral services, the time I almost died during a canoe trip down the Buffalo river, and of course that time when I was 13 when I caught two close elderly relatives “doing it”. I couldn’t think of food for at least a day and half. And even when I could eat, tacos and hot-dogs were off my list for at least a month. I won’t go into any further detail.
2. I know Phrenology (the study of the shape of the head to determine your value or quality as a person) is a lost, and unaccepted science, but if it really were accurate…. would Peyton Manning be the smartest man in the world? His forehead is of mythic size. I mean, geez…. I’ve always been intimidated walking around in locker rooms, and then Manning comes along, and now I’m afraid he’s going to take it helmet off in front of my wife, while we are watching a game. Thanks Peyton!! Now I suffer from forehead envy!
3. Finally, I ask the most difficult question of my day. In the movie “Troy”. There is a scene in which a young man is asked to go wake up Achilles. He is found lying in a tent with several buxom young ladies. They are all nude. Being the kind of guy I am, I freeze framed, and replayed that scene a least 3 or 4 times, but for the life of me, I can’t tell which round, supple and attractive bottom belongs to Brad Pitt, and which belongs to the hot ladies. Is his behind that hot, or have I just reached some level where I don’t care who the ass belongs to, I just want to enjoy it naked?
Well, that’s it for today kids….. If I feel like it, I’ll see you again tomorrow.