Don't Believe Everything You Read

Especially around here. Everything is illusion, after all and constantly changing is the only constant. Yes, well, now that we've got that all cleared up, Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy, the TV version in it's infinite badness, amuses the synapses that seek distraction much like lemons seek limes in transgalactic mixers or water the odd tasting water at Chinese buffets. The simplest of absurdities and ironies amuse the mind of the universe, for instance, all the philosophical debates on ethics and moral fibers tearing our minds and emotions apart with depleting ozone layers and ever diminishing finite resources faced with ignorant technological waste just for momentary profits without any existential value, we completely miss the point that the farts of cows we feed for food are ultimately our undoing.

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I might have know, ha ha ha, if you only knew (and some of you might, As sleep calls n spite of the manic madness pouring through the corners of the mind, I leave you with this:

The day after yesterday, that is. Always tomorrow, always today, always the day after yesterday. The ever changing constancy is so soothing, is it not? Today I ate lunch. It was a desk day at work, much desk work accomplished, and I ate oatmeal, prunes, and yogurt. Leaving work, I was all set to not be hungry enough to pig out and I arrived to find the thermostat set for 62 degrees which made me want soup and hot asta. So I made onion soup with cheddar cheese soup and some golden mushroom soup along with seven or eight hot dogs, some mozzarella cheese, a bit of butter, and ketchup. Ridiculous, I know. Some TV, Big Bang, Young Sheldon, Orville and then, Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, the TV show. Amazing I know. In case it matters, you really are missing out on a wonderful life. Hope yours is good too.

Narf :)

Tomorrow, perhaps, I shall expand that into the entry it was meant to be.

Narf :)