My money is on the socks

 

I eventually figure out the simple things.  The thing of it is, as I’m sure you can see from this blog, my brain doesn’t have a Northern or Southern hemisphere, and its right side is all on the left.  It has never been wired for math or carpentry, and plumbing – fuhgeddaboudit.

My thought process is much like a sock that’s gotten bunched up inside a boot.  It causes me to be a little off kilter, and to see things from an angle that is partly covered in shadow, but not an interesting shadow, like in some cool black and white photograph.  No, this shadow is like the muck I accidently stepped in and is now stuck to the outside of the same boot containing the crumpled sock.

This has always been my destiny.  I have adjusted it as best I can, but the simple truth is… sometimes my thoughts run amuck.

Besides math, plumbing and seeing the world as it is, I only have one question and that is WHY?

I checked the numbers on this blog yesterday and there are over 200,000 of you, in 90 countries that view my gibberish, and I haven’t been able to figure out why.  What’s the attraction?  Is it like fishing?  You keep checking back to see what you’ll pull up next?  What has he written about today?  Is it the likelihood of tachyon particles really existing, or is it the annoyance of crumpled socks?