I came to this conclusion today when I did my laundry and achieved something not fit for mere mortals. I was able to match all of my various single and dejected socks with their proper mates.
It seems to me that there is some necessary amount of unknown needed in the Universe to make it function properly, to give us a reason to exist, to keep exploring.. As science advances and seems to answer many of the great questions of the Universe and our existence, I have deduced that the number of mismatched socks has most likely increased accordingly, to balance out this need for “unknown” in the face of so many answers. With questions like, “Where did that sock go between the hamper and the wash?” and “Do I even own a pair of these socks?”, there is endless wonder brought by this simple fashion accessory. With endless wonder comes endless “unknown”.
Today is a good example of how one person can, unknowingly, put that all in jeopardy. Little did I know what I was embarking on when I dumped that basket of laundry on my bed. Some might say that I should not blame myself for knocking all of us off kilter a little bit today, but truly, this could have been prevented. See, when I do not find a match to a sock in my current load of laundry, I just blindly save it until later in hopes that its mate will eventually show up.
What was I thinking? The best thing to do considering the implications of this, is to just smply discard any and all unmatched socks whether their mate lie in the next load or three loads hence. That seems reasonable. I am willing to take on the burden of frequent sock shopping if that means the Universe will stay on track. It’s a bit of a nuisance, and perhaps a crime, to promote the splitting of very happy sock pairs, but I am willing to do my part to keep all of existence in check. Lord knows with all of the advancements today in science, mass media, surveillance technologies, and society’s morbid curiosity about just about anyone or anything, we’re going to need a LOT more lost socks.
Well, there are just some times when you look at a picture and you start to imagine either what was going on (if you don’t know) or what the person was thinking. I found the following and all sorts of things came to mind…
“Hey yuh. How yuh doo-in’? Yuh… yuh got some cake for me maybe? Some presents? I’ll uh, I’ll trade yuh my cute little socks for some can-dee. Yuh know, I don’t wear this pink outfit for just anybuddy. Maybe, maybe you could give me yur, uh, yur wallet. Yuh know, so I could buy some cake.”
Feel free to suggest something even better.
So, with a whole lot of time on my hands this holiday season, starting with a short day on Friday, I took the initiative to do a few things around my apartment. Task #1 was FINALLY reorganizing my office so that I could finally clean out the boxes that have been in there since I moved in over a year ago. It was a definite success, do in no small part to my moving a third bookshelf in there.
As I was going through a pile on my desk, I came across a number of swanky photos from my youth. I’ve decided to include them in my next few posts in a few different ways. Here is my first selection.
Not that I’m competitive, but…
I think it’s reasonable to say that I was the cuter baby.
This photo above is of my brother Brent, who today is about 6′3″ and 30 years old. We’re all so old…
I was looking at and downloading some plug-ins for lovely WordPress and saw this description:
New to this version is improved integration with the WordPress administration interface under WordPress 1.5 Strayhorn as well as *genuine soft-shadows* behind the text for that smooth, custom look the girls love.
You know what girls love more, someone who doesn’t spend their time building plug-ins to impress them.
So, I was looking for a book that would hold most of the information in the WordPress online documentation because I am just plain old fashioned and like flipping through a book as opposed to clicking links when I am trying to learn. One book suggested by the hamster powering Amazon was: WordPress 2 (Visual QuickStart Guide).
It didn’t get very many even decent reviews, but the following, I felt, was certainly the most convincing.
My suggestion: read the online documentation and participate in online discussions until a better read comes out. This one wasted $24 that I could of spent on beer.
Watch this short little video first….
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S-5grqhj1b8
Now this IM conversation will be all the more hillarious…
JBot:
I don’t know what to get [secret] for x-mas. I was thinking… a dick in a box
Brenda:
Hahaha get me one too!
LOL
JBot:
Awesome, a twofer
Brenda:
Did you ask her? Ya know like dropping hints…
ex: “Hey I was thinking of getting a dick in a box for one of my co-workers”
and then try gauging her expression
JBot:
“So, if I got you something in a box… would you want it to be a) jewelry, b) money, or c) a dick?”
JBot: I love that people think I am a computer technician
Brenda: Hahaha
JBot: And by love, I mean hate
Brenda: Sorry Jamie
Hahaha
I kinda figured
JBot: My answer: “bang on it a little”
Brenda: I love it
He will do it too
JBot: “What you have is unicorns in your hard drive. They’re shitting all over the filters and the inputs. It’s a real mess in there.”
Brenda: HAHAHAHAHA you mean dragons
JBot: hamsters
It seems your sex toy gerbil got out and well, this is where he’s putting up shop
Brenda: HAHAHAHA
I dare you to tell him that you found a gerbil and an empty toilet paper roll in his machine
And then shrug your shoulders
JBot: hahahaha
Brenda: Then mumble to yourself, look confused, awkward silence for a moment, then walk away
You would be my personal hero
JBot: “Wow, he’s really chowing down on those wires. I can’t imagine that is fun when he’s, well… when he’s employed elsewhere.”
