but what...

 

How fun it would be to have a musical score to accompany my Blog.  But what should it be?  Nothing even close to Star Wars, or even Close Encounters.  Maybe something a little light-hearted but no Piccolos or Flutes.

No ominous Cellos or in-your-face French Horns.

 

Whatever it is should match the feel of the Blog, so no Banjos or Country Guitars.  Possibly a smattering of Violins with a hint of Driving Miss Daisy, but not that.

 

As sporadic as the topics are, maybe it should be closer to disjointed Jazz, although not so repetitive that it quickly becomes annoying.   Axel F, possibly?

 

OK, so maybe quiet is good.

 

 No wait.  Maybe Bugs Bunny...

Overture 

        Curtain Lights

        This is it

        We'll hit the heights

        and oh what heights we'll hit...

        On with the show - this is it.

 

ZC

 

 

Do you have any Scotch?

                                                                        

A blank page isn’t much different from an empty bowl.  I can look at each one and imagine a story or dinner. The story can have flashbacks, just as the bowl might have leftovers.  The story might be steamy, but then so can the dinner, just as either might be spicy, or leave you wanting more.

Both can evoke memories and feelings and either can be over way too soon, leaving you unsatisfied.   

 Some may see this as an unfair comparison.  I noticed one the other day.  There was a sofa in the showroom of the furniture store.  It looked inviting and when I sat on it, it felt soft, deep and fluffy.  My thoughts sank deeper into it than I did.  The salesman, however, looked slick and greasy.  His appearance was rumpled and he smelled of cigarettes.  Just seeing him I expected to see an ashtray close by and maybe a flask sticking out of his back pocket. 

His language was not heavy with furniture knowledge.  It was like it was exam day and he had not studied the night before.  He was trying hard to wing it and it showed.

I easily could have gone right to sleep sitting there, but my mind was having a tug-of-war between the sofa and the salesman.  I didn't want to deal with him, but I was too comfortable and felt I was loosing the battle.

As my right hand ran across the material of the sofa, I gave a quick jerk on the rope, by asking him a question I knew he would stumble over, and he did.

  "What about Scotch Guard?"

I left the store, leaving the sofa behind, but that was OK.  I felt good having defeated the slippery salesman, and walking out into the fresh air felt great.

 ZC

 

 

What would you do?

 

Just as there will always be a few unpoppepd kernels in your bowl, there will be banditos along the trail.  Life tends to sprinkle an assortment across the landscape.   Good and bad, this and that, here and there, now and then.   Life is  like everyone’s parent, trying to keep things fair for everyone, although not always getting it right.

What we come across in our travels depends heavily on the path we choose.  Although, into the mix is chance and luck, which can be either good or bad. 

Assume for the moment, you always travel on the side of right and good, but then one day you pass a homeless man.  You feel bad, so you give him some money for food.

The homeless man is on the sidewalk, leaning against the local movie theatre, where the strong scent of hot buttered popcorn always torments him.  He takes his new found wealth into the theater and buys a large popcorn. 

He excitedly leaves the theatre munching the popcorn and in the process gets his fingers all greasy, but he doesn’t care.  He’s feeling pretty good, walking down the street with a little bounce in his step, still munching as he goes.  Suddenly an unpopped kernel cracks one of his teeth.  Great pain shoots through him and he grimaces in agony, crumpling again into a heap on the sidewalk.

Seeing this happen, do you go back to the homeless man and offer him a napkin to wipe his fingers?

 

 

ZC

Side note:

When I write silly things like this I feed it to AI just to see what it will say.  This time it didn't see my off-the-wall humor at all, but went into great explanation on how a napkin would not solve a dental problem.  Maybe I've been giving AI too much credit for catching on to my gibberish.

Authorized Personnel Only

 

Mixing solids with liquids sems to work.  My coffee maker is constructed of plastic, which is a solid.  In order to have it produce coffee I need to add water.  My car is made of metal and plastic and before it will move, I must add oil and gas, both are liquids.  Some tribes mixed water with dirt in order to build their houses.

On other planets, in the absence of water, a substitute liquid must be established, unless the behavior of  physics has been altered by the absence of gravity. 

The continuation of this line of thinking is going to require additional brain power, unfortunately I was issued the limited edition, so I cannot venture beyond this point.

 

 

 

 

ZC  

 

Occasional Nuggets

Washing over this blog you may come across an occasional nugget.  At the time, it may sound wise, or clever and you might even copy it and set it aside for safekeeping.  But here’s the thing…

It’s much like the slot machines in Vegas.  The majority of the time they simply gather revenue for the casino.  On that rare occasion it lights up and sounds its trumpets, those events should never be considered a win.  It is simply a cough or burp.  It is a natural function of being a slot machine.  It is just a bodily function of the inner workings.  (A little gas)

This Blog will never produce any winners.  Oh sure, you may hit upon an idea you’ve not thought of before, but trust me, it leads nowhere.  I should know, I’ve followed them across desolate paragraphs, through fields of wild nonsense and beneath cascading verbs, all splashing with action, only to trickle into a dry riverbed, all cracked and dusty. 

There is an old saying, but it doesn’t apply here so I’ll leave it out.  All you need to remember is, chicken soup never cured a chicken. 

 

ZC

 

There is a big difference between reverse engineering something and making something then trying to figure out a use for it.

Someone has made this.  They obviously put some thought into it.  It has been designed and formed and made quite substantial. 

I have researched the history books but have yet to find it anywhere.  It isn’t anything with moving parts, unless I only have part of it here.  It isn’t made of anything than can be sterilized, so I doubt it belongs to the medical community.  It is way too heavy to be a component on the space shuttle, and I doubt it fastens anywhere along my seatbelt.

It may come in other colors, but I just have this white one.  I can’t picture it holding sheet music or belonging to anything found within an orchestra pit.  It doesn’t make noise and if my test can be believed, it doesn’t float.

 It tastes like plastic and stands up to serious biting.  No teeth marks present. 

After the morning break, I'll run it through the open flame and combustion test.

ZC

Saturday Afternoon

 

Dear Lem,

 

Thanks again for letting me fish from your dock.  According to our deal, I was to give you half of everything I caught.  I have placed them in the large bucket by your back door.  As I wasn’t sure what kind of fish was what, I have left you all of their heads, so you’ll be able to tell what is what.  I only took the bodies and tails.  I don’t know if that even makes a difference, but I wanted to be fair.

 

Your Pal

 

Scooter