I know, I know. There are those who might suppose that I actually think through my hindmost end. Most of those persons, undoubtedly, have observed my fine work here at the blog. I like to think that I’m a little more versatile than that. Sometimes. I do not take offense at the idea that my thinking is frequently similar to that of personages sometimes known in the vernacular as “ass-hats”—not a reference, mind you, to millinery designed for Equus africanus asinus—my thoughts can be odd at the best of times. But of course, I would consider it indelicate to accuse any donkeys of thinking as weirdly as I do.
What seems objective to one may be objectionable to another, though the object, to both, might be to subvert overt subjectivity.
See that? I did it yet again, didn’t I.
Is there an intersection or interaction between fact and fiction—or is the connection only full of friction? Can’t say.
But goofy or not, my thoughts are here. And so, my silly friends, are You. Now who’s the nutty one, eh?
You are the nutty one, and I love it! Thanks for the giggles.
Okay, it’s true. I was kinda hoping somebody else would admit to it, but yeah, it’s me. 😉 Glad I snagged you a snicker! 😀 And soon it’ll be the weekend: real cause for rejoicing! Have a great one.
What’s the emoticon for shame-faced smirking? That’s the one I need to put here.
A transformation to smile about. Thanks for sharing.
My yoga teacher quotes Gita Iyengar saying, “Madam, put your brain in your buttocks!”
But(t) there’s already so much extra space in my cranium that my poor little shriveled brain rattles around like a malformed pinball. What shall I put in as a space holder, if not my brain-let?
Did you know that when you’re young your brain fits quite tightly into your skull, but when you’re old there’s almost an inch of space between brain and skull? Just another of those useless but alarming pieces of information.
So, in other words, just like all the rest of the stuff squeezed into my tiny brain. 😀
hey, I saw what you did there … clever, you are!