Where’s The Madman With A Blue Box When You Need Him?

If you get the title reference, I’ll give you a cookie.

I’ll be baking the cookies sometime after I figure out how to bake and distribute baked goods through the internet.

I have been watching a lot of  “Doctor Who” recently, and it brings some interesting concepts to light when it comes to time travel. If you aren’t familiar, the basic concept of “Doctor Who” is that this immortal time traveler picks up human companions and travels all of time and space with them in a spaceship called the TARDIS that looks like a 60’s British police box.


TARDIS Mk VII (Photo credit: >Rooners)

Even though it would be super awesome to travel all of time and space, what has been kind of nagging at me is the implications of being able to adjust my own personal use of time on a day-to-day basis. I think it would be incredible to just be able to alter my own timeline experience. I’m not so concerned about changing major historical events or saving people that need saving, I think just being able to weave yourself in and out of time(not your own timeline, don’t want to create a paradox here) would be an exciting experience. The ability to participate in multiple things or events, effectively giving you the ability to be in multiple places at the same time, or have an infinite amount of time for the things you want to do is just super intriguing.

Everyone wishes there were more time available for them to use for things, but in reality if we had more time we would just fill it with more inane crap. There’s no actual need for most of the people in the country to fill their day with as much nonsensical crap as they do. Having the ability to move within that available time though would make for a completely different experience from anyone else.

Obviously this isn’t likely to happen anytime soon, but a man can dream right?

I just find myself wishing I had more time available to me on so many occasions. All those instances relate to my own personal life experience, so being able to just move around myself is all that I would really want to do. Maybe that’s a little selfish, not using the power of time travel to right wrongs and influence the world, but I’m not sure that I could handle that level of responsibility anyway.

Besides, who wants to get tangle p in all that wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey stuff anyway?

What would you do with the ability to time travel? Right the wrongs of the world? or just get a little more sleep?

You Should Listen When I Speak…

It’s Friday! Let’s celebrate by mocking someone. I nominate… Me.

You really should listen when I speak, because I say some completely ludicrous things. I’m really talking about all possible meanings of the word ‘ludicrous’ here.

I like to think that I’m a funny guy. I say things that I think are funny. I love to get a laugh from other people. I frequently say things that get other people laughing, but to be honest they may very well be laughing at me. So what?

I guess there’s two parts to this, really: First, I mostly concern myself with what I find funny, and second I’m not sure I entirely care if I’m the subject or the source of the humor. If I’m going to concern myself with being funny because I enjoy being funny, then I’m really only going to bother with my own personal sense of humor. I’m mostly doing it for myself, so that’s what is really entertaining for me. As for the rest of it, I do funny things sometimes and deserve to be laughed at for it.

We all do things that might seem like awful or embarrassing things, but when you are able to take step back and remove yourself from the exact happenings I think you can admit that sometimes it’s just funny. You only thought it wasn’t funny because it happened to you. Sometimes you have to have a little bit of schadenfreude about yourself.

As all this relates to me, I say some just ridiculous things. If you want to be honest about it, sometimes I say them and only when I look at them later do I realize wheat some of the things I have said sound like.

I can give you an example, because I know you’re dying for one:

“You tucked my neck in! I felt it!”

While I could explain to you the context of this statement, isn’t it just a little better floating out there all on it’s own? Doesn’t it make you concern for my sanity and chuckle a little at the same time? Even I looked at that after I typed it and shook my head.

Next time you interact with me, see if I say or do anything that makes you snort your milk a little. The best ones seem to be when I just open my mouth and say something stupid that wasn’t intended to be stupid.

What about the rest of you? Do you say things like that? What was the last time you said something that just kind of hung there in the air because it was just a little off? If you know me, when was the last time I did it?

Leave a comment and let me know.


Friday-Love! (Photo credit: Viewminder)



P.S. here’s a stock photo of a funny face. Happy Friday!

You can call me Leo

I think I might be a genius.

English: Self-portrait of Leonardo da Vinci. R...

English: Self-portrait of Leonardo da Vinci. Red chalk. 33 × 21 cm. Turin, Royal Library (inv.no. 15571). NOTE This image is in red chalk. Do not revert to the black and white image. Deutsch: Kopf eines bärtigen Mannes, sog. Selbstbildnis. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Okay, stick with me here. I know what you’re thinking: “Who’s this guy? Did he seriously just declare himself a genius with no support or examples?”

The answer to that is: Yes, I did.

I know that probably didn’t sit well, but at least let me explain myself.

I don’t mean that I think I might be a genius in the way that someone claims that sort of distinction to make a point. I don’t mean that I think I’m better than anyone in particular at one thing, or a certain group of things. In fact, if you’ve ever conversed with me for any length of time you probably know that I’m not very confident, and I’m relatively self-deprecating. On any given day, if you asked me, I would probably tell you that I ‘m not really good at anything. I would say that I’m just above average at lots of things, none of which are of any real value.

I’m thinking these thoughts of genius in the more abstract way, almost as if it’s a condition. Thinking about it, I would even say that I seem to mesh with a lot of the qualities of genius without that one big spark of insight. I suppose maybe I exhibit some of the qualities typical of genius-type people and just not have hit my stride yet.

Regardless lets do some comparison. Qualities generally observed in geniuses.  and go:

Disorganized: Check
High Intelligence: Check
Mostly Solitary: Check
A little crazy: Check
Frequently disengaged from the world around them: Check
Lots of ideas: Check

Alright, you get the idea here. Again, I just had this thought on my way to work this morning. In light of the post I made yesterday where I referenced one of my Mile-a-Minute afternoons, I was trying to figure out if there was more to it than just the desire to avoid boredom.

Maybe there’s more that I’m wanting to do. Maybe I’m so busy trying to ignore these bursts of drive and thought and manic energy that I’m shutting out something else in the process. Maybe I’m really a genius that is busy looking for something to be a genius ABOUT.

It’s also entirely possible that I’m just a smart guy with nothing to focus his crazy thoughts on.

What if I am a genius though? What if I’m not remotely living up to anything I’m capable of doing for one reason or another? What if I NEED to be doing more or I’m going to slowly drive myself mad?

What if I just had a couple days of a weird spurt of creative energy that led to me attempting to declare myself a genius on the internet?

Dare I ask for comments on the subject? Sure, I am being impulsive after all. Comment away!

I Do What I Want

Why hello.

I think we shouldn’t address the elephant in the room. Because I said so, that’s why. Now get off my back about it.

I’m feeling exceptionally impulsive today. That’s why I decided to write something here, even though in all likelihood I will fail miserably about coming back and writing anything else anytime soon.

My exceptional impulsivity (that’s a new word. spell check is confused) has resulted in a state of trying to perceive everything that I could do all in the same space. Think of it like those times in a fever dream when your brain takes everything you see and tries to mash it all together and force it to make sense all at the same time.

My brain has decided that it’s not just bored right now, it’s bored all the time and that’s why I am lethargic to the point that you might confuse me with a hibernating bear. While I attempted to come up with plan that would result in my capability to hibernate through the winter, only waking for the major holidays and associated meals at Thanksgiving and Christmas, I don’t think that’s actually a natural state for humans. It’s certainly not a natural state for someone like me who can’t seem to control my inner monologue. 

You know how people can have an inner monologue, and an inner child? I think my inner child is the one giving my inner monologue.

I’m going to assume that you’re all familiar with Newton’s Laws of Motion. For anyone that isn’t, or wants a refresher, I’m posting Newton’s First Law of motion and linking it to the Wikipedia entry in case you’re curious.

First law: If there is no net force on an object, then its velocity is constant. The object is either at rest (if its velocity is equal to zero), or it moves with constant speed in a single direction.

While I’m fully aware that this applies to objects in the natural world, I think it also very aptly describes how my brain functions. I seem to be experiencing one of those ‘constant speed’ moments. To be more precise, it often seems like my brain shuts down all but the most necessary functions at any point in time, causing me to resemble the aforementioned bear; or it runs at full speed attempting to put what limited computing power it is capable of producing into solving every problem that ever existed.

This typically causes my existence to fall into one of 2 categories:

1: Is he alive? I don’t know, go poke him. Yep he’s alive, but now he’s hungry. Someone find something fried STAT!

2: Uh oh, he’s moving. Quickly. Take everything breakable and put it in the basement. Open all the windows in case he decides he’s too confined here. Now go hide until the all clear sounds, because it’s different every time.

Significant mental stimulation seems to be the way to a middle ground. Time to find something that occupies more than 4% of my brain at a time.