Random Thoughts XII - Floccinaucinihilipilification

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WTH's aimee done this time?
All I know is that she occasionally sends me cute photos of cats and penguins, which I greatly appreciate.

I was sitting here after dinner sort of half dozing off, I didn't get much sleep last night and ate a carb heavy dinner, there might have been some government cheese in there somewhere, and I was sort of sitting here with my eyes half-closed, digesting and what not, and I started daydreaming about whatever came to mind.

Somehow I ended up thinking about the hit TV show Euphoria and the convoy protests at the same time, and these two universes seamlessly merged into a real place in my mind. I was thinking of Jules, who was some sort of ex-cop private detective with political ties to the Canadian government, and this was all in the context of the convoy occupations, and in my mind at the time it all made perfect sense, the same way absurd situations make absolute sense when you're dreaming.

Then I sort of snapped back into reality and thought "Wait a second, none of that makes any sense, what am I even thinking about"
You like to write. So turn it into a story.

Many years ago, I dreamed an entire episode of The Crow: Stairway to Heaven (TV show based on the movie The Crow). The weird part of it was that it was a crossover with Doctor Who (Tom Baker era). STH didn't come along until well after the Tom Baker era of Doctor Who. In fact, it didn't come along until that empty stretch of years between the 1996 Paul McGann movie and the 2005 Ninth Doctor premiere.

But it's a fascinating combination, so some day I'm going to write that story (the Tom Baker era is usually remembered for being campy and silly, but there were some serious, introspective stories that touched on some deep philosophical ideas). And I've already got over a binder full of Crow fanfic and poetry (that show kicked off an obsession with writing that lasted over a year).
 
You're traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That's the signpost up ahead - your next stop, the Twilight Zone.
I want to believe.
All I know is that she occasionally sends me cute photos of cats and penguins, which I greatly appreciate.
I trade such imagery with her as well, but this does not preclude her from having somehow set EgonSpengler's hometown accidentally on fire.
 
Well, why wouldn't I? Not that I want to discuss private offsite communications with other people here in much detail, but yes.
 
Lays's cucumber chips taste like cucumber. And have a cucumber aftertaste.
 
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I forgot how stressful the start of a war is even when you're on the other side of the world. Reminds me of 2003
 
Clickbait 'news' headline that was actually kind of interesting: Identical twin sisters married identical twin brothers. Each couple had a baby. So the babies aren't just cousins; genetically, they're siblings. :crazyeye:
 
Not necessarily. You can make a hive from a single queen.

Provided it already had met the suitors - do they migrate in that state?
I know that sometimes a new queen is introduced to an established hive (for various reasons), but there is always the chance the drones will attack her.
 
Provided it already had met the suitors - do they migrate in that state?
I know that sometimes a new queen is introduced to an established hive (for various reasons), but there is always the chance the drones will attack her.
She meets her suitors in the autumn, and then they live out the winter on the honey. Naturally many/most workers survive, but as I understand it in some commercial honey production they actually kill all the workers so they do not have to feed them, and only keep the queens. Then they start a new colony from each queen in the spring.
 
Eyeglasses makes sense to me. It's plural because you can imagine at some point somebody making the first "eyeglass". A glass for the eye. Then at some point later somebody attached two to each other and you got Eyeglasses

I have a hard time imagining a time in human history when people were just walking around with half-pants on.
 
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