WAG - Takings a Link Around
‘Ello.
As usual, there was no post on Tuesday due to the fact I went to the Muny with friends and family and didn’t have the opportunity to post.
I mentally composed a brief message (saying “There is no post today, except for this, but this doesn’t really count, etc). Unfortunately, the war with the laptop didn’t go my way (I have a feeling there’s going to be a nasty final showdown where one of us ends up on Highway 185 and repeatedly driven over, with any remaining pieces nuked in the microwave, but even if it isn’t me, the final laugh would be the machine’s since it is property of my mother’s school).
Later, in the short period between getting done with work and departing for Ted Drew’s Frozen Custard (after which comes the Muny), I had to choose between posting or stuffing my face full of pizza.
Hint: My standard lunch is four peanut butter sandwiches and several liters of water (and my Dad still wonders why I cook up an extra can of soup in the afternoon, regardless of what is planned for dinner).
I gorged rather than ranted.
I hope you forgive me.
Well I guess you’re still reading so I’m just going to move on.
Today was another long day. I’ve been finalizing routes for next week. I’m trying to memorize the track I plan to take and not have to rely on my original notes and descriptions.
My boss has talked about the “Trapper’s Memory” that recalls a spot as it gets closer to its destination without any other visual trigger. I frighten myself by being able to remember where I kept most of my traps from last year as well as what song was playing on the radio the last time I visited a place (Franklin Trap #278 – "Respect" by Aretha Franklin, Washington Trap #78 – "One Piece At a Time" by Johnny Cash).
The ironic thing is that I get home and my brain, which has been performing marvelously throughout the day, goes on autopilot for a while.
I’ve long dubbed this condition to be “Screen Saver mode,” where the conscious mind takes a brake while everything else runs on simple, pre-programmed routines.
The frequency that I enter this state of consciousness is further displayed by the fact I have Solitaire on my Quick-Tab buttons at the bottom of the screen.
This is the roundabout way of saying I zone out frequently.
However, I am happy to report I almost as frequently pull myself out of it (or “jiggle the mouse”) by reading email and blogs.
What do you know? Reading smart, crisp writing IS good for the brain.
Either that or the pretty little purple drugs coincidentally kick in at the same time.
Note to Potentially Concerned Family Members: I frequently joke about popping pills or “wish” I had “something strong to drink” (“and I’m not talking Professional Plumber Grade Drano here”). However, I would like to assure any frantic, or slightly panicked relative that I neither have the time, taste, or, most importantly, money to fund such a habit. Cocaine addict? I wish (financially speaking, of course)! I’m a dual-major college student. The only drug I could consistently afford is Elmer’s glue. And stemming from a nasty incident in Second Grade, the details which I will not get into, let’s just say I say “No!” to Elmer’s. You may breathe a little easier Grandma(s).
Anyway, I am consistently surprised and delighted by the musings, anecdotes, or weird quotes collected and posted by my friends.
More than once I find myself going, “Boy, I thought my day was rough. My life is like 'One Night in Bangkok' compared to __fill_in_blank’s__.”
Other times I find myself laughing and wishing I could paint a scene as hilarious as the one sketched out by a friend.
This is all to say I encourage you to checkout some or all of the blogs I have listed. I don’t post links simply for the heck of it. I only put up sites I consistently check; even with my slower internet connection.
You need not try them all, though you’d learn more from it, but I’d ask all readers to try one new link today (or at least one not clicked on for a long time).
It’ll clear your head if nothing else will.
Except maybe the Drano.
'Bottoms_up'
