After much consideration, I decided that I could live as a hermit. I don't require much social interaction to keep me occupied, and I have better conversations with my dog than I do with some humans. If I became a hermit, I could live off the land, I could be nomadic. The only problem with this theory, is that I love to travel, and that requires seeing and interacting with people. I'm not saying that I don't enjoy people. I love my friends and hanging out, but I could survive without it. Most people could survive alone, but very few actually consider it. The problem is, everytime I consider becoming a hermit, I can't help but think of that Monty Python sketch about the hermits all living together. I've included a link for those of you unfamiliar with it.
So there you have it... my fate, should I ever end up being a hermit. Oh well. Maybe I will just be a holiday hermit and never come out for the holidays! I've got a great start already! It's Thanksgiving and here I am writing a blog. Happy tryptophan induced stupors to you all! In the words of the fictional Dr. Sheldon Cooper, "Social relationships will continue to baffle and repulse me."
Have you ever wondered where certain words come from? I recently encountered one.
Bowl. Now the noun is understandable, its original meaning was something like a round vessel. Makes sense. It's the verb that confuses me. Where on earth did that one come from?
How do you "bowl" someone over? Why is it called "bowling"? Dictionary.com seems to suggest that it can mean "to roll a bowl or ball". I want to know who's brilliant idea it was to start rolling bowls at things. If you have any ideas... let me know.
Here are two English words that are used wrong ALL THE TIME... and it irks me a bit.
1. Blasphemy - the crime of assuming to oneself the rights or qualities of God.
For some reason people say blasphemy when they mean sacrilege (the violation or profanation of anything sacred or held sacred). I don't know how that one started getting confused.
2. Irony - an outcome of events contrary to what was, or might have been, expected
The song "Ironic" by Alannis Morisette is not ironic. Rain on your wedding day? That's not ironic. What would be ironic is if you were from Seattle and wanted to have a rainless outdoor wedding so you planned it in Las Vegas... and it rained. That's ironic. Traffic jam when you're already late? That's not ironic, that's poor planning or hitting the snooze button too much. I think what's ironic about her song is that its named "Ironic". Tricky.
Well, those are my English musings. Besides reading, it's the only thing I'm qualified to do with my English degree.
I randomly posed a question to one of my friends the other day. My question was:
Hypothetically speaking, if a planet had intelligent beings and never rotated or revolved so one side always had light, then would the intelligent beings have a concept of time?
I realize there is a lot to think about in this situation, like food sources and supply and if the intelligent beings needed sleep. For a moment though, my mind was truly boggled to consider life without a concept of measured time.
...I've been watching Stargate SG1.
I won't sugar coat: I love Pride & Prejudice. The book is fantastic and the BBC version with Colin Firth... addictive. The new one I pretty much hated, but that's not the point. I love to read and am willing to try any genre. I work in a senior's apartment building and it has a nice little library nook. Well, I was digging through the books when I decided to read a romance novel. I had never read one before so I thought I'd give it a try.
350 pages, even if I didn't like it, it was short enough that I would have read the whole thing anyway. If you're wondering where P&P comes into this equation, this is the part: I finished the novel and was pleased with the overall chracter development, storyline, and climax (hmmm...) of the novel. I rather enjoyed it. So I started thinking about why I liked it. Turns out, upon closer inspection, it was almost the same exact storyline as P&P! The main character was not nearly as witty and smart as Lizzie Bennet, and the love interest wasn't even close to the caliber of Mr. Darcy. There were some major similarities though. For instance, the main character's brother had gambling debts that the rich love-interest pays off with no hope for praise or reimbursement... just like Darcy and Wickham. The love interest is betrothed to the main character's cousin and mean spirited aunt... Darcy is "betrothed" to Anne De Burgh whose mother is a tempest all by herself. Perhaps I should read more romance novels to see if they all have the same basic story structure. ...then again, I should probably just read P&P again!
I was feeling nostalgic and decided to come up with a list of things I remember from my life.
... Snap bracelets
... Giga pets
... Alannis Morissette
... MOW (for the record... I hated that game)
... playing Tag on the playground for almost every day of seventh grade
... Darkwing Duck
... Lisa Frank (... for some reason I always got lisa and anne mixed up... sad day)
... Squeeze Pops (basically liquified plastic sugar)
... Earnest Scared Stupid (I swear this movie scared the living daylights out of me when I was a child)
... Flinstones vitamins
... Stirrup pants
... Benjamin Franklin (the dollar store type thing)
... Home Improvement
... Loud obnoxious patterns on clothes... like zubaz
... shoulder pads
... Earth 2
... Big Green
... Bug Juice
... Golden Girls
... Pound Puppies and Pound Purries
... Corny jokes on Laffy Taffy wrappers. Do they still do those?
... Connect Four commercials... Sneaky, Sis!
... Oasis (the band)
... Record players
... SARS, Avian Bird Flu, Anthrax, etc...
That's all I've got for now! Feel free to add to this list!
I have to stop and ask a simple question. Why do people offer a penny to hear some one else's thoughts, but spend two pennies to put in their own? It sounds like a rip off to me. A penny for your thoughts... Well, here's my two cents.
Any insight is appreciated. Hey, you might even make some money out of it! Most likely not, but it's fun to dream.
You might be asking yourself what exactly the Brontosaurus theory is. Well, I will show you:
If you don't actually want to watch the video, I have included a brief paraphrasing of the script:
Q: You say you have a new theory about the brontosaurus.
A: Can I just say here, Chris, for one moment, that I have a new theory about the brontosaurus.
Q: Exactly. Well, what is it? …
A: Oh, what is my theory?
A: Oh, what is my theory, that it is. Well, Chris, you may well ask me what is my theory.
Q: I am asking.
A: Good for you. My word, yes. Well, Chris, what is it that it is—this theory of mine. Well, this is what it is—my theory that I have, that is to say, which is mine, is mine.
Q: Yes, I know it's yours. What is it?
A: Where? Oh, what is my theory? This is it. My theory that belongs to me is as follows. This is how it goes. The next thing I'm going to say is my theory. Ready?
A: … This theory goes as follows and begins now. All brontosauruses are thin at one end; much, much thicker in the middle; and then thin again at the far end.
Poignant as ever, Monty Python makes us laugh at ourselves for thinking we are so darned original. Its like trying to patent the wheel. Nobody has done it before, so we might as well take the credit for it now! I'm fine with this type of silliness as long as I get to sit back and laugh at the people who actually try those kind of shenanigans.
Since I posted [Miss] Anne Elk's theory about the brontosaurus, I figured I would post my own theory about deer.
I've heard it dozens of times, "It's the fall and spring when all the deer are on the roads, so be careful". I was thinking about that the other day. Daylight savings time just occured, much to my chagrin, and it prodded me to consider why the deer are out in the fall and spring. So this is my theory, it is my own, this is how it goes:
Deer aren't on the roads more in the fall and spring. We just notice them more because of Daylight Savings Time. The deer have their own little schedule that allows them to avoid heavily trafficked times and areas. We're the ones who mess it up. All of a sudden, rush hour is an hour earlier or later. The deer don't know why this happened and their once semi-peaceful grazing time is shattered by a massive increase in cars.
If we would just stop messing with time changes, I get the impression that there would be less car accidents related to hitting deer. Those are my thoughts...
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