Welcome to the Nothing Page! It's January 19, in the year 2012 of the Common Era (how's that for a self-esteem builder?). I guess if we're so common, we're unfit to eat Pepperidge Farm cookies (in case you haven't caught the tenuous reference, the old shill who narrates the commercial says they're "uncommonly good," which is a bit of an overstatement). The worst thing I can imagine is being an ant sitting on a chair right below a person's crotch when the sitter farts. Luckily, most of us don't have this fate. Although sometimes it seems that life offers some people submarine sandwiches made of shit for their daily bread. The reason I'm having trouble focusing right now is that my wife is watching some cheesy Korean TV show on her phone right across from me, and I have nothing to say at the moment, which is why I'm writing this on the Nothing page. As soon as I have something of interest to report, I'll change the name of the page and share it with you, or else write it somewhere else. Here's a piece of food for thought: one of my female Christian students drew a picture of a cartoon banana-man in a prison cell. The reason I thought of it is that it seems that certain organized religions have a tough time accepting sex as a natural part of life (and not that this innocent young student is preoccupied with such matters, although she could be on a purely unconscious, oblivious level). maybe she intuitively realizes that her religion incarcerates the carnal instinct, since as it is commonly practiced it abnegates the value of the physical act of love-making as anything but a vehicle for reproduction. I imagine if there's a God, and He is all alone (poor guy), He must do something to relieve the tension sometimes; what else could the Milky Way be made of? If this is too sacrilegious a concept for you to accept, please forgive me and check out someone else's website. I'm afraid I don't have time to be stoned to death today.
Blog bless you.
Blog bless you.