Three Thoughts
First thought: says Mykala on Friday night: “If there were a piece of pie in front of me right now, I’d eat it.” In a similar vein, Markoe picked up on a word I accidentally invented: “spamished.” Meaning “to be famished,” it is likely to catch on in many a social circle.
Second thought: when I am drifting off to sleep at night, my imagination becomes particularly fertile. That about-to-sleep state is when I have come up with many inventions, three designs for this website, the name “tumbledry,” and a particularly tricky solution to a multivariable calculus problem. That said, it comes as no surprise that my imagination lately has been conjuring up a particularly vivid image of a guardian angel. Not your insubstantial white feathery floaty guardian angel so popular with the media nowadays. No sir, I am talking the ultra old-school, Israelite style, tough-as-nails seraphim that used to kick some unholy tail around before kicking unholy tail around fell out of style. In fact, I can give you a rather good idea of the angel: Gabriel in the movie Constantine. You know, huge wings, incomparable strength, on and on.
Third thought: I was walking back to Cretin as a wedding reception at the Binz was wrapping up. At the far end of the parking lot the sound of a revving engine and some new tires spinning against the tar drifted through the balmy air. Someone was driving a manual, and someone knew what they exactly what they were doing. Moments later, a 2005 “performance white” Mustang convertible, dragging some wonderful noise-maker cans tied to the back and piloted by a clean shaven young man in a tuxedo floated by, its occupants riding at a straospheric level of happiness you only see in a bride and groom. Could that really be me someday? The future is such a fuzzy thing. At this age I guess you just can’t help but think about it.