I suppose it makes sense why people would believe the statement that we only use 10% of our brains. It sounds fantastic, doesn’t it? If I’m only using 10% now and am able to mostly manage my life, imagine what I could do with another 90%? Actually, I know what I would do. I would devote it to trying to figure out the time travel episodes of Star Trek.
Purchasing a new printer is one of the most defeating feelings in the world. You know no matter how much you spend and whatever gee whiz features it has, the thing will still make you its slave to ink refills. People try to cheat this destiny by refilling their own ink, but you’re still spending way more time on the printer than you want.
I’m always amused at a meeting how many ideas sound suspiciously like plot lines from the past week in television. The people who write TV tend to be quite clever, so this isn’t always a bad thing. However, there are some shows you shouldn’t look to for inspiration. Law & Order and Breaking Bad are two such examples.
We once had these people move in next door. It did feel like we were making amends in some sort of Limbo. I suppose Hell would actually be living with them, but we were on the edge of Hell.
People use the verse from Revelation in the Bible to justify all kinds of crazy things, so I figured removal of mufflers wasn’t too far off.
There has to be some justification for removing one’s muffler and creating all that noise. Religious convictions seemed as good a rationale as any.
There’s probably a good chance many religions were started over coffee while discussing pastries. If you’re slightly concerned, just ask yourself how often your religion involves eating frosting?
The pursuit of illegal fireworks has always amused me. Nearly every state has fireworks stores right on the border with another state. The idea being that one state allows sales of fireworks that the other doesn’t. But how can this be? Shouldn’t there be one state that doesn’t care if your kid blows his arm off, but all the others are fairly prudish about explosives? It’s like every state has some unique explosive that only they’re allowed to sell. I would hate to be the state that got snakes.
My cat will risk its very life among nieces and nephews running wild just to get some sun through a window. It’s like every cat is Superman desperately trying to be recharged by the sun’s rays. At least, I wish my cat had super powers.
Anyone with a cat has experience with this phenomenon. Why do they do it? I assume cats’ brains are uniquely wired so they’re in constant flux between short and long-term memory. How else could one explain forgetting taped episodes of Pawn Stars? Well, probably many ways.
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