When I wake up, how groggy I feel is directly proportional to how deep in sleep I was. When a diver is coming up from the depths, if he/she comes up too quickly there’s the risk of developing “the bends.” Does that mean that grogginess sleep’s form of the bends, albeit less deadly (unless operating heavy machinery or hand grenades)?
Damnable Shower Thoughts: Avian Fat Grunt
Sometimes when doves/pigeons take off they make a fluttering noise in time with their wings flapping. Since they are taking off, usually from a stand still, I’d imagine that it takes quite a bit of effort, despite they’re being light. All that being the case, is that fluttering noise their “fat grunt?”
Damnable Shower Thoughts: Death
When our life is over, we’re dead. What were we before we were born? Assuming that the nothingness after life is the same as the nothingness before life, were we dead before? If so, doesn’t that make us zombies, of a sort? The Un-undead?
Damnable Shower Thoughts: Being a Writer
Being a writer is a bit like being a super hero. There is one’s secret “real life” and writing lair. Then there is one’s public front, sometimes with a pen name. It’s lonely, mostly solitary work. It takes a special person to pull it off, and buckets of blood, sweat, and tears. Fans always want more, are highly critical, and more often than not, one’s best is only good enough for a moment.
(if only the super powers . . .)
Still. Worth it.
(eh . . . maybe)
Damnable Shower Thoughts: Outsider Looking In
A friend texted she’s finally seen Captain Marvel. This is significant because I’m “The Movie Guy.” Always there opening weekend and there’s something opening EVERY weekend. But since July 2018 I’ve been watching at home, that is, waiting for the new releases to be available for rent.
Her text saddened me. I’m going to be several months out of step. Worse still, with all the Summer blockbusters coming I’m going to have to remove myself from the group texts to avoid spoilers. I’ll be an outsider looking in at the party.
Then, as if in my own teen-coming-of-age rom-com, the realization hit me: there’s a whole world out here I’m missing being the creepy peeping Tom.
(or we can just go to the damned movies again, it’s not THAT expensive.)
Eh. . . Maybe.