The Center of The Universe

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If you ever see me in the road, watch where I’m going. I don’t.

Have your parents ever told you if you make a face too long it’ll stay that way? I could’ve been a good-looking guy if I wasn’t pissed at everyone all the time. Practice makes permanent. Wearing the scowl to prove it.

I’ve been to the school of hard knocks and never graduated.

I ironed my shirt, and I didn’t get burnt, even though I didn’t take it off. Give me convenience or give me death, as the Kennedys say. The Dead Kennedys, that is.

I’m always right. If I’m ever proven wrong in my opinions, then the world itself must be an illusion. I’m always right, even when the facts are inconclusive. I’m always right. You better believe what I believe or else I’ll insult you ’til I’m satisfied.

I’m not on an ego trip, I’m just telling the truth. It’s not “the truth as I see it”. I can’t even hear…who said that?

If everyone thought just like me, the world would be a better place, because then everything would be centered around me, me, MEEEEE!

I told the universe that I’m the center of it, and it didn’t say anything back. I’ll take that as a, “Yes.”

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(It’s actually difficult to keep that sort of self-centered attitude up for a few minutes. Have you ever tried? Have you ever met someone like that?)

Small Talk for Big Meals

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Don’t you just love the things people talk about over a meal? It seems like maybe food opens people up to conversation more than anything else. You sit down with some company you enjoy, and some calories to consume, and you just start talking.

One of my favorite conversation starters at dinner is the old…well, it’s old to me…one about methane: methane naturally turns into water if left alone in the environment. Methane is a natural gas…produced by animals. Have you ever seen that Mad Max movie called Beyond Thunderdome? In that movie, there are people who use pig crap to produce methane. So maybe you’re ahead of me now, but the water we drink at dinner could have once been methane.

Everything recycles…even meal-time topics.

You could talk about recycling. Or other environmental things, like trees, flowers, chirping birds, rivers, lakes, monsters that live in lakes, mountains, a yeti, or even where the word yeti originated.

You could talk about things you’re thankful for. Count all the things you have to live for. That’s a good pastime even when you’re not eating or with good company.

You can talk about science. Did you know there are people in this world who think the world might be flat? I’m not sure if that’s an astronomy topic or a psychology topic. I bet most people have something to say about it though.

Here’s another one that I like, in case you might need one for your next meal. So the idea of nothing is a dead end right? We can’t even use the word nothing without messing it up. You can’t give nothing attributes. You can’t define nothing, because to define it makes it a thing. Funny, but we humans always try. Sometimes I even close my eyes and try to imagine infinite nothing, but then I see it as either endless black, or endless white. That’s not nothing. In fact, you can’t even give nothing a name…for the same reason as above… Nothingness can’t be contained, it can’t be seen, it can’t be felt, it can’t be detected, it can’t be. Which gives a whole new meaning to the phrase, “Nothing is impossible.”

Kind of on the same topic, but a bit more sarcastic: Don’t you just love it when someone is yakking about some “thing”, and they give their tiny, little subjective notion The Breath of Life, as if it was within their power to do so, thereafter pretending that this thing exists in tangible reality, even though you know the idea is merely an idea, with its heaviest attribute its name? (Okay, sarcasm over.)

Of course you can always talk about your companions at the meal. Are they your family? Are they your friends? Are they someone you just met? Are you on a date? You could talk about food likes and dislikes. I don’t like tomatoes so I always kid around that tomato is a Japanese word that means, “Disgusting when eaten raw.” Do you have any foods you love to hate? Everyone’s tastes are different, and everyone shares some favorites. Eventually you’ll find something in common. Not everyone likes chocolate, for instance, but I’ll bet you that everyone has something to say, an opinion, about chocolate.

Two last thoughts: Does the meal make the people you’re with more pleasant, or do the people you’re with make the meal better? Does the conversation improve the meal?

Four-Letter Words

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True blue dude, rock loud!

Save face! Kiss your mama.

Take time. Love much with real zeal.

Sure tale, tell away. Your duty ain’t done ’till that flag doth wave.

Must move. Ride bike from Five Mile lake, down Lion Kill pass, then leap into tree.

Rant, rave, slam head, rage cage, yell, cuss, fuss. Loop rope knot. Aced hand, spay pets. Jeep fast, dead last. Surf toes stay; sand play. Wade well. Snow rail. Moon pale. Help lots, less mess. Dope? Nope! Hope. Care. Pray calm. Lord balm. Feel hymn zest, bite fist pest, dive pool swim, wish star whim, wake make cake, fake bake sake, rake rust dust, bust lust raid, fade paid maid, made laid said, tome book read, hair lair pair, tame game same, smug eyes smog nose word ears flap gums, gimp gams, lurp tall, will fall, peel ripe plum, hail spit rain, leaf fund, cash gone, drew tile, lisp pile, slip fire, lips liar, fort afar, bush seed, muss reed, feed need, heed deed peed lead wind tops rats spot deal tsar pots dare rife tire…can’t stop…just rime lime keep deep leap reap peat

The Walking Dead

hoodedzombieIt’s not easy when you find yourself laughing at yourself. Of course it’s not any less funny than if you’re laughing at someone else.

I had just finished documenting my favorite new anti-social behavior—being completely out of the time zone—and then I had a week with too much exercise, and too much work.

I went from a week of being vibrant and playful like a puppy, to a week in which I was sloppy tired like the walking dead. I was laughing one week about how everyone around me was looking tired and I was well-rested. Then I got myself all worn out and started falling asleep before 8 PM. I was exhausted, true, but the joke still turned on me, no doubt about it.

It kind of reminds me of that joke about Leftagawea, Sacagawea’s older sister who has a longer leg on the right, so she’s always turning left. Leftagawea took Lewis and Clark around only half of the country because she took them in a circle. They started at the Atlantic Ocean and ended at the Atlantic Ocean. When Lewis and Clark found out what happened, they hired Sacagawea instead.

It’s a dumb joke, but it totally relates to what I did to myself. Turned around and went back the other way, didn’t I?

So now what? I just have to control my steps. I have to regulate my exercise routine better, and/or take on less work. That’s good advice for anyone—in or out of the time zone.

Why Science Fiction Owes So Much To Stan Lee

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It occurred to me that there might be someone out there now, or in the future, who wants to know what the big deal was about Stan Lee.

Stan Lee is one of the masterminds of science fiction. Granted, he didn’t write every plot for every comic book, but he did present the basis for the stories. The spectrum of his science fiction was impressively broad. For instance, a short list of the sci-fi themes he thrilled readers with would have to include radiation, genetic mutation, atom manipulation, cybernetic augmentation, interstellar travel, and extra sensory perception.

My favorite of his themes is still gamma rays.

Whenever someone asks one of those questions about the mysteries of life, the answer is “Gamma rays.” Sometimes I say it with a laugh; sometimes I’ll say it with a straight face because I gotta make them believe.

Why do my shoes wear out so fast? “Gamma rays.”

How do people get so smart? “Gamma rays.”

How did you get all that lumber in the back of your truck? “Gamma rays.”

How do I lose my car keys when they’re in plain sight? “Gamma rays.”

Why did the satellite signal just go out? “Gamma rays.”

Gamma radiation was one of Stan Lee’s trademark reasons for super stretchiness, the ability to create force field shields around yourself, skin that’s hard like stone, and flames coming out of your hands. Radiation itself, in Stan Lee’s incredible imaginary universe, could do lots of great things and turn ordinary people into fantastic mutants or beneficial man-size bugs.

He helped fashion a science fiction universe that includes so many characters we can hardly count them.

Through Stan Lee we have some choice words in our vocabularies. In the Marvel comics you’ll find yellow narrative strips, sometimes even accompanied with a caricature of Stan Lee himself. In those strips he would have something about the story, and hints to help you know what was going on, since some of the stories could be really complicated. The narrative might say something like, “Back when Cap’n America met Red Skull in ISH 95.” ISH meant “issue”.

Comics came out in really short episodic bursts, with only a few pages to tell the story, so of course the writers and artists would helpfully point you to an issue where the critical parts of the story were. Stan might continue, “Find out whether Cap gets capped or if his shield saves him, next ISH. ‘Nuff said.” That was one of Stan’s signature lines: ‘Nuff said.

Then there’s that word “thwip”, which should be in the dictionary, if it isn’t. The definition: the sound of Spiderman’s webs shooting out and attaching to something. It may not be a word that you use much in everyday life (though it could be), but it’s definitely a Marvel comics staple. Without that word, and some of the other comic action words like chuff!, crash!, pow!, splang!, some of the comics just wouldn’t be as much fun.

Stan Lee helped many of us young men and women realize that we could invent worlds of such rich fascination that we could lose ourselves inside. He led us to invent our own super-powered characters. He even led us to love science and the experiments that drive us to learn new things about the physical universe in which we live.

Though many of us were disappointed to learn that getting bit by a spider wouldn’t give us spider talents, we still loved the world of the web-slinger. And though we discovered we couldn’t have psychic super-powers by radioactive waste, we still enjoyed thinking about the possibilities. Every child who’s ever picked up a comic book, with Stan’s stamp of “Excelsior!” within the pages, has found a fantastic world where the ordinary could be extraordinary. The same joy is experienced by adults who allow themselves to suspend their disbelief for the moments it takes to turn the pages on a brightly colored action landscape.

Thanks Stan Lee! See you on the other side of the great divide.