I am now working on a story “Baby, It’s… No. Sorry. Not You. It’s Someone Else. Are You Still Here? Why Are You Still Here?”
Actually, that’s probably the whole story right there, right in the title. The End.
Safer. No more realistic, though
“People want to forget the impossible. It makes their world safer.”
~ Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book
Trust a poet
“Really, he thought, if you couldn’t trust a poet to offer sensible advice, who could you trust?”
~ Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book
Uncertainty about explaining Schrödinger
Someone asked me if I could explain Schrödinger’s uncertainty principle. I told them that I wasn’t sure, but until they watched me try, I both could and could not.
Cream of… what?
“Your recipe calls for a can of cream if mushroom soup. Was that a typo?”
“No. The labels was torn off after the ‘cream of’ part, so it MAY be mushroom – or it may be cream of something else.”
Holy signs of spring, Batman!
By the way, Autocorrect, when I say I saw my first robin in town, I do NOT mean I saw my first Robin in town. NOT THE SAME.
Different ways to make corned beef
Oh, Autocorrect. I’m telling someone how to make corned beef, and say “You mix up a brine,” which Autocorrect changes to “You mix up a bribe.”
NOT THE SAME THING, AUTOCORRECT.
I may have been complicit
The TBR pile at bedside seems to have grown a foot taller.
OK, it didn’t do it all by itself. It had assistance.
Please support my gigantic Powerball payout
Everyone please buy tickets for the next Powerball drawing. They won’t be able to pay me the 1.3 billion dollars if you don’t.
There’s another drug for that
I wonder if there’s a drug to cure the obsessive delusion that everything can be cured with a pill.
Side effects may include diarrhea, headaches, amnesia, logorrhea, and exploding toenails.