Ok I have had more than three people notice my previous rant and ask me what the deal was. Three is my limit and that is when I am reminded that the internet is public.
So I am going to write about something else to get that post a bit more…not on the front page. Plus, Jesse was pretty upset at me for telling the whole world I don’t use toilet seat covers*, so I need to writer here some more to push that post into the past as well.
“push that post into the past.” I just drove myself nutty with that sentence.
How about a brainless TV bit?
LOST - “Flashes Before your Eyes” - Whoa. Great episode. Desmond is one freaky-deaky guy, and now with New and Improved Psychic Powers. Is he really psychic, or does he get to live his crappy life over? Interesting. I am glad the writers of this show finally got it together again.
Grey’s Anatomy - “The Grey’s Anatomy Event, Part Deux” - WTF?! Are they going to kill Grey? Isn’t that going to wreck the whole, you know, title thing? Kind of like Prison Break, and how they all broke out of prison in season one, but the show is still called Prison Break?
On to other things. Today I stood in the Pacific Ocean for the first time. I have to say, the older I get, the more I find in the world that scares me. And the ocean scares the pants off me (Not literally). It’s just too big for my five-year old mind to conceive of, kind of like how it’s really hard to picture a billion dollars in a stack (okay…let’s be realistic, I can’t conceive on what a couple grand would look like in a stack); or how you can’t imagine being dead.
I’ve stood in the Atlantic, and the Gulf of Mexico. But somehow the Pacific seemed scarier. This is probably due to the fact that I still carry residual memory from the globe I received on my fourth birthday. I spent hours obsessing over where one ocean ended and the other one began. The Pacific was the biggest ocean on the globe (duh) and I always pictured that the weight of the water pushed on the borders of the other oceans, rendering the Indian, Atlantic and Arctic even smaller than they appeared.
So it’s interesting to drive around here in central, coastal California and see the produce fields lined with outhouses. The workers are out there, pulling weeds and spraying and generally handling the food we eat (that is, if we like vegetables…D.R. if you are reading this then we all know you are safe). I’m thinking that outhouses next to agriculture can be added to the list of Human Dumbness, akin to grinding up dead livestock and feeding it to live cattle and then acting mystified when Mad Cow appeared on our collective list of What To Worry About Next.
I need to go get some sleep now. Tomorrow is the plane flight home. Ugh. Ugh, ugh, ugh.
but it’s ok.
