MegaLJ

[hummingwolf]

Not being up to thinking of original content that doesn't involve overuse of the word "phlegm," I figured I'd feed some of my old posts into MegaHAL and see what it came up with. So here's a MegaPost for the day:

After walking four miles yesterday, i was supposed to be a normal person, those choices nobody thinks of are almost certainly the choices that i ignore all these options every day certainly doesn't change the fact that i have no options. Any day, i could decide to lie down on the inner branches. Most of the fact that i routinely ignore. And since life has clearly shown me that i really think about where my life's been going, everything that anyone around me says or does touches on a 1950s tv screen?

that's it, i simply must go play with a fascinating life and many stories to tell him that nobody here was interested.

in the tone of one of the densely patterned fabric underlying the cosmos... Then suddenly your brain short-circuits and you can barely figure out how to drive in snow, all of whom are having much more fun than i am, even the ones suffering from montezuma's revenge.

sorry, that metaphor ran away from me somewhere north of guadalajara.

Erm. Okay, if you really want to read a sensible post by me, here's a rerun from March:

When I was a child, I would spend hours in the bathtub acquainting myself with the worlds in the soap bubbles. I rubbed a little soap and a little water between my little fingers and blew cautiously, taking care that the bubble would grow as big as it could but not so big it would burst. Then I would watch, mesmerized by the swirling iridescent colors before me. Each band of color was a different civilization. Each tiny speck was a person with a fascinating life and many stories to tell that I would never be able to hear. Red, green, or blue, I loved them all.

I would breathe on the world, ever so gently, trying to get the different cultures to mingle, trying to help them get to know one another. When a bubble popped, I would mourn. And then, so that the people could be reborn, I would create a new bubble, cupping the world gently in my palm, praying that it would never break.

If it weren't so close to my bedtime, I'd go off to play with some soap bubbles now.