Idiocy at its finest…
I was cruising through the older posts of my blog this morning, and I found that one time I had written this:
“I had a random thought today…what if we measured weeks in not 7 days, but more? 8, 10, 13, 15? A 14 day week? What would the days be called?
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Threesday, Wednesday, Doomsday, Dayday, Laundryday, Thursday, Moonday, Friday, Burgerday, Stoodurday, Saturday
Yikes. That might take a bit of getting used to. But see, that would be so much better. Still go to school five days a week, and you’d have more time between Sunday and Saturday to get things done. I like my calendar system better.”
Oh my gosh! Here’s another few thoughts I had…these are brilliant.
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“Here’s a thought: What if we had no thumbs? That’d be awful. Only eight fingers, no thumbs. Can you imagine the human race with no thumbs? That’s like trying to imagine the ocean without waves (which is another weird thought).”
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“I was wondering about forty seconds ago…there are probably a few numbers still left in the world that have never been spoken out loud by a human being. If 20,239,407,234,112 is a sayable number, I highly doubt anyone has ever actually said it. Not anymore! I just said it. Twenty trillion two hundred and thirty nine billion four hundred and seven million two hundred and thirty four thousand one hundred and twelve. Phew. What about 90,283,740,912,734,325,091,723. That number has definitely never been spoken out loud. I will try…Ninety sextillion two hundred and eighty three quintillion seven hundred and forty quadrillion nine hundred and twelve trillion seven hundred and thirty four billion three hundred and twenty five million ninety one thousand seven hundred and twenty three. Holymycowmanface. I just said that out loud. Both.”
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“As I was driving, I thought it would be cool…
…to see a UPS truck explode.
Unmanned, of course, but I still think that would be awesome to experience.”
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“I was wondering the other day what it would be like to live in a house that was on the edge of the air pressure. You know, that point where your ears “pop”? What if every time you went up and down the stairs your ears “popped”? That would be lame, I think.”
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And then, sadly, I came across several posts in which I curse the name of Will Ferrell (which was okay), but in the same breath advocated Indiana Jones 4 after seeing the trailer (worst. movie. ever.), ranted about the stupidity of those who were making Horton Hears A Who (so. so. funny.), declared that Meet The Robinsons was going to be a stupid rip-off and would be awful (I almost busted my liver laughing during this movie), and bashed Disney for their incompetence (which actually, I still do believe to an extent).
Wow. I was a MORON.
But funny to read.
Heck. Not only that, but as I continued to go through the blog…I realize how ignorant, pessimistic, big-mouthed, conceited, puffed up, and idiotic I was. Wow. I apologize to the world.
All better now.
