My Sick Mind

Carol Connelly: How are you? Simon Bishop: Don't ask. I'm tired of my own complaints. I need to get some new thoughts. Carol Connelly: Why? What are you thinking about now? Simon Bishop: How to die, mostly . Well OK, so it hasn't been quite that bad, but that little exchange from a good film always comes to mind when I grow weary of listening to my own complaints, and nowhere are they more evident than here on my little patch of the Internet. Updates are ready for my computer. I get that message every time I turn the damned thing on. Whether or not I want them, they're ready. A little metaphor for life. Whether we're ready for it or not, it keeps coming. Sometimes in a relentless fashion that gives us no recourse than to shut down and find out where the leaks are. Which brings to mind an exchange of dialogue from another of my favorite films, "Apollo 13": Sy Liebergot: Flight ... I recommend we shut down reactant valves to the fuel cells. Gene Kra...

Every time I think about chucking-in this blogging deal, the last post standing is something ridiculous like that ShamWow ad from Sunday. I can't have tens of readers thinking that my last thoughts were of German-made shammys (or is it chamois'?), so I'm forced to run one more brain fart out here for the masses so that you'll remember me fondly, or at least more fondly than I'll remember myself. So hey, how about that airline food? Is it bad or what? There, that should do it.