Day: March 12, 2018

I still watch Survivor, and tonight was a wacky episode. Young all “twenty something” group called the “beauty” group won the prize challenge which was a food reward of three laying hens and a big rooster. They take them back to camp in a custom coop designed for the lain eggs to roll out a chute in front. Discussion starts: “How do we get eggs?” Says one girl…”the rooster has to do something right?” Another girl…”I’m not sure, does the rooster have to make them have the eggs” Supposed country boy: “No, it’s like you have eggs too, you know.” “Oh, yeah..” say three of the girls and then sit there looking confused. “Can’t believe they didn’t know about eggs.” Says quasi country boy “Everyone knows eggs came first, cause dinosaurs had eggs and they were here a long time before chickens.” He then gets up, grabs one of the LAYING HENS and kills it by pulling it’s head off, even though they have machetes, cause they have been using them to cut coconuts. Rooster still sitting in the cage. Sweat beaded up on his brow cause he knows he dodged a bullet. Maybe they are keeping him to wake up by. Cooked the hen up on sticks stuck in the fire. Beware America, all of those kids are coming back here after the show is over. That is, IF they survive. Sheesh….I’m a little fearful.

A sleep deprived mind is a terrible thing. The neurons don’t fire like they should and sometimes you don’t think “normal” like you should. I think that may end up being the case with me. After all I sleep with this mask contraption strapped to my head that’s supposed to help me sleep better. I look in the mirror sometimes at night after I “suit up” and I remind myself of something from outer space. It’s connected to a machine that blows air through the mask and keeps me “pumped up” at night. It’s a non-snore machine. It’s really kind of weird that anyone could ever think of something like this.

I feel rested though, so what the heck.

They have a saying about drugs that a “Mind on Crack is a terrible thing” I think in my case it’s a “Crack in the Mind is a terrible thing.” My brain is cracked and nobody minds. Weird things come out of my mouth. My body doesn’t do what I ask it. It does what it dang well pleases. Is it age related? I hope not, because I ain’t getting any younger.

I have been thinking about world events, but I really don’t feel like talking about them. Talking about world events is like walking through a pasture full of cow pies blindfolded.

I really don’t feel much like talking about religion or existentialism, either. That’s like walking through a cow pasture full of “pasture pudding” and land mines.

Dang…I don’t know what to talk about.

I got any idea though. I’ll do a post about the things I don’t want to talk about and put it on and don’t tell anybody that’s what it is about until the last line.

That’ll do it.