Like digging hundreds of feet down looking for water and coming up dry, I am deeply unwell.
Sometimes
I really wonder why I even bother, but then I remember that I don't.
"If
you don't have anything nice to say, say it first."
Nothing
is impossible as long as you don't actually attempt to do it.
Believing that one possesses free will is very nearly as good as actually having it.
All
things being equal, they really aren't.
It's much easier to be a futurist when you don't believe there is one.
Some people have more to offer than others, while others just offer it to more people.
The
part of the year when the planet orbits the sun is always the hardest
time for me.
When
asked his opinion on life, the quadriplegic replied, "I'm just
not feeling it."
The
joy of taking something up is frequently only surpassed by the joy of
abandoning it half-finished. Also,
It
really is too bad that the things that should go without
saying are so frequently the things that go without being said.
After
discussing myself with myself, I discovered I disgust myself.
Thinking
in absolutist terms is NEVER a good thing.
Being
a pessimist means never having to say you're disappointed.
Being
insecure is no sinecure.
If I've said it once, I've said it a hundred times. If I haven't, then I'm either just about to or won't be saying it at all.
If
I've seen it once, I've seen it a thousand times. If I haven't
seen it once, I guess I haven't seen it at all. I wouldn't
know, since I apparently won't have seen it. Also, if I've seen it
a thousand times, I'm probably pretty tired of it by now. Maybe
I should just shut my eyes to avoid seeing it again
- that would probably solve a lot of the confusion, although I
might bump into it as I stumble around blindly, and if it's made of
something hard I'm liable to be injured. Advice?
At
this point in my life, I am both romantically and piscatorially more
'bycatch' than 'catch'.
If you can't handle me at my worst, I don't blame you. My worst is pretty spectacularly awful... Even I avoid myself then, and only come back once I'm better.
I
discovered her taking the skin off an orange and found her decidedly
appealing.
Dad would never spread yeast extract on his toast, but Marmite.
If
you live in India and the woman who gave birth to you has a
compulsive shopping disorder, you're always wondering - "What
will Mumbai?"
Q:
Why did Mr. Heinz end up with 57 children?
A:
Because he didn't know what a condiment.
Q:
Why do password encryption algorithms have such a bad reputation?
A:
Because they always make a hash of things.
As
the dendrochronologist said, "put a ring on it!"
As
the cow said to the farmer, "I wouldn't put it pasture."
As
the organ donor said to the cardiologist, "have a heart!"
White
man files charges against black woman to whom he lost a competitive
marathon, insists "It's not a race thing."
Anyone
tried that new clarified butter substitute "Ghee Whiz!"
After
I stopped matriculating, I graduated to big boy pants.
I
finally got the melon in, but I never did find out what the pig
meant.
Televangelist
warns that "Where's Waldo?", similar online
picture-searching games are exposing children to satanism: "The
devil is in the details."
A
friendly reminder as we move into winter: there will be significantly
less light available. That doesn't mean it will be darker, only that
things will be more difficult to see.
Of
all the plants I've had, the most relevant would have to be the
germaniums.
At
one point during the peak of my interest in classical music, I
fancied the idea of waving a baton in front of an orchestra.
Unfortunately, I dropped out midway through my training, and had to
make a career shift - I found work in the electronics industry as a
semi-conductor.
I'm
such a poor correspondent, I've actually failed to keep in touch with
more people than I knew in the first place. Sorry, everyone (and then
some)!
"I
pledge aggrievance to the flag of the unbridled states of
hysteria, and to the repugnance for which it stands - one
nation, underthought, inadvisable, with usury and pundits for
all."