I rode a bus today. There was a raggedly clothed man sitting near the front, talking with the driver. This man had a couple large white buckets with him, looking like his drums to me. He was telling the bus driver how he would like to drive a bus if he didn’t have to devote…
My longest held theory on life is this: I’m the sole subject of some fuckt experiment where the situations I am put in each day, the people who speak in my vicinity, all this happens so that the people running the experiment can take notes on my reaction. Some assumptions I have with regard to…
I wonder if my thoughts are really my own. I’m thinking they might be put together by artificial means and then fed into my brain through some kind of one-way telepathy I’m not aware of. If the latter is the case, it’s peculiar that this is one of the thoughts I’m being made to think….
You’ve got to love the pelvis; it keeps our guts from slipping down our legs.
Double doors. One thing: When dealing with outward opening double doors, most people tend to choose the door which points them in a direction opposite that which they will eventually walk. For example, a person exiting a building with the intention of turning right once outside and then walking in the right direction will probably…
It seems the answers to most questions worth knowing the answer to depend on one or more variables. For example: if a black person drinks chocolate milk, is this an action charged with social messages? The answer depends on a number of variables, including but not limited to: -the setting -the motives for drinking the…
Elevators. Three things: 1. Elevator etiquette dictates that the last one on is the first off. 2. People waiting to get on will repeatedly hit the button on the wall, as if this will make the elevator respond faster, despite the fact that it runs on electronics, and once the button on the wall is…