Finding better ways to spend evenings...
besides sitting here in front of this computer.
The weather is shitty, and I have this desire to just GO somewhere. I guess it is better to be warm inside that out there where it can't decide if it really wants to snow or just flurry. It comes and it goes and comes and goes and comes and goes and comes and goes. Make a fucking decision already, Mother Nature!
The mind is rather blank lately. I was on a trip today, and for one hour I just stared at the lines on the seat of a bus. How ridiculous is that? I did have music on, but I barely heard it. In that hour of staring, I accomplished nothing. Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. It could be the season. It could be other things.... A wasted opportunity to make some plans, goals, and decisions. I did decide that I like the song "Creep" by Radiohead. That was the big AH-HA moment I had while I watched a zig hit a zag on that seat.
Did you know that the wheels of a bus go round and round? Yeah! They do! Round and round and round... all over the town.
The bus driver wanted to open his own candy business. He gave me some samples. He was rather excited about this new endeavor. I could tell by the way he expressed himself. His eyes glowed with excitement. I envied him. My eyes haven't really glowed lately. That candy wasn't bad either. It was for his new line of lollipops. He also told me he bought 95 flavors of extract. "Can you believe there are 95 flavors of extract?" he asked me. I could honestly say I didn't. I can also honestly say that I never gave extract that much thought. I can also honestly say that I have absolute little to no knowledge about candy making (I did tour a candy factory once... But, while I was there, I only thought of Ommpa Lumpus and if somebody would fall into a vat of chocolate and the Ommpa Lumpus would sing about it and I would be the only one left after awhile and then become a proud owner of that candy factory). I know some people drink that extract shit because some have alcohol and they have some serious drinking problems. I guess I don't have that serious problem where I would consider a flavor to get drunk on, and then proceed to drink that flavor. I think it is the same people who find NyQuil a fine libation. After we had this conversation, I went back to my investigation of the bus seat... while listening to Pink Floyd's "Animals." Another zag stretched out with other zags... and zig ended abruptly. I gave the extract issue another two seconds of thought, and filed it under "Useless Information to be Pondered Upon at a Later Date." You just never know when you might need such information for something, or for some good pondering.
95 is a large number for flavors. I personally just prefer the chocolate flavor... and the vanilla flavor. That isn't so complicated. And, it is just two flavors.... Oh, I did ask him if he makes his own chocolate. He said that it is a goal, but for now he buys it. "Cool," I said. What else is there to say? Anyway, I wish this bus driver luck on his dream. It's good to have a dream. I need a dream. That's what I need... a nice, good old-fashioned, 95 extracted flavored dream. For now, I think I shall dream in bed.
The weather is shitty, and I have this desire to just GO somewhere. I guess it is better to be warm inside that out there where it can't decide if it really wants to snow or just flurry. It comes and it goes and comes and goes and comes and goes and comes and goes. Make a fucking decision already, Mother Nature!
The mind is rather blank lately. I was on a trip today, and for one hour I just stared at the lines on the seat of a bus. How ridiculous is that? I did have music on, but I barely heard it. In that hour of staring, I accomplished nothing. Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. It could be the season. It could be other things.... A wasted opportunity to make some plans, goals, and decisions. I did decide that I like the song "Creep" by Radiohead. That was the big AH-HA moment I had while I watched a zig hit a zag on that seat.
Did you know that the wheels of a bus go round and round? Yeah! They do! Round and round and round... all over the town.
The bus driver wanted to open his own candy business. He gave me some samples. He was rather excited about this new endeavor. I could tell by the way he expressed himself. His eyes glowed with excitement. I envied him. My eyes haven't really glowed lately. That candy wasn't bad either. It was for his new line of lollipops. He also told me he bought 95 flavors of extract. "Can you believe there are 95 flavors of extract?" he asked me. I could honestly say I didn't. I can also honestly say that I never gave extract that much thought. I can also honestly say that I have absolute little to no knowledge about candy making (I did tour a candy factory once... But, while I was there, I only thought of Ommpa Lumpus and if somebody would fall into a vat of chocolate and the Ommpa Lumpus would sing about it and I would be the only one left after awhile and then become a proud owner of that candy factory). I know some people drink that extract shit because some have alcohol and they have some serious drinking problems. I guess I don't have that serious problem where I would consider a flavor to get drunk on, and then proceed to drink that flavor. I think it is the same people who find NyQuil a fine libation. After we had this conversation, I went back to my investigation of the bus seat... while listening to Pink Floyd's "Animals." Another zag stretched out with other zags... and zig ended abruptly. I gave the extract issue another two seconds of thought, and filed it under "Useless Information to be Pondered Upon at a Later Date." You just never know when you might need such information for something, or for some good pondering.
95 is a large number for flavors. I personally just prefer the chocolate flavor... and the vanilla flavor. That isn't so complicated. And, it is just two flavors.... Oh, I did ask him if he makes his own chocolate. He said that it is a goal, but for now he buys it. "Cool," I said. What else is there to say? Anyway, I wish this bus driver luck on his dream. It's good to have a dream. I need a dream. That's what I need... a nice, good old-fashioned, 95 extracted flavored dream. For now, I think I shall dream in bed.
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