When walking into a BBQ place in the “Deep South” its next to impossible to explain away why you are covered in glitter.
California, no problem. They expect that. They even send people move-in packages with glitter and organic grains, “Come live in California, get some glitter”. Well, maybe not, but they don’ take too kindly to glitter here, not in the South, and definitely not in a BBQ restaurant.
I realize that I haven’t posted anything for a while and I think I know why. An even happened at work where a customer of mine received his order, opened it and was surprised to find exactly what he ordered, if by “exactly what he ordered” you mean “not at all what he ordered.”
This immediately made me think of the beginnings of a fantastically funny, entertaining, witty, and various other adjectives, post for everyone to enjoy. The only problem is that it hinged on a concept directly out of Quantum Mechanics generally known as Schrodinger’s Cat. So I’ve been sitting here trying to figure some way of illustrating how the Schrodigner’s Cat thought-experiment is beautifully illustrated by the fact that the box my customer opened could, quantum mechanically, have actually had what he ordered inside the box… maybe not have what it is, but in all reality until he opened the box it had both.
Its much harder than it might seem to write entertaining anecdotes based on quantum mechanics.
In fact, this post, quantum mechanically, was both this post and what I originally wanted to post… but only actualized as this post when you opened the page.
Cue the rim shot.
So anyway, with that horrible bit of writing having been plungered out of the toilet of my creative writing bathroom, maybe the amusement shall commence.
me: When was the last time you looked at my increasingly unupdated blog?
someone: i check it all the time
someone: last time today
me: damn, I guess I’ll have to post something new now.
someone: ummm ok, weirdo
me: Even when I was six years old, when I got told “You’re weird” I responded, “Thank you”
someone: lol
someone: i got the “you’re kinda chunky”
me: mmmmm chunky.
me: Oh, you don’t mean soup or peanut butter, do you?
someone: umm No.
me: Kids are mean.
me: They should be outlawed when they say stuff like that.
me: and killed
me: Twice.
me: Killed twice!
someone: ok, why so violent today?
me: I’m not violent.
me: Say it again, and I’ll punch you in the mouth
someone: LOL
