Sunday, October 16, 2011

Life Is But A Dream

I often wonder about the lyrics of the song "Row, row, row your boat." I mean, does that guy love rowing his boat or what? Life is but a dream? Is he on drugs? That is some pretty psychedelic talk for a rowboater. What is that song supposed to teach children anyway? All work you do is meaningless because life is but a dream. Row gently, because you really aren't in control, you are going down the stream and are at the mercy of the current. Don't wear yourself out.

This has been one of those weeks. I like how you can just say that and not have to really explain. Everyone knows what "those weeks" are. It is never really like "Dude, it has been one of those weeks this week." "An ice cream party week? Zombie apocalypse week? Specify please!" The way we can do that fascinates me. The evolution of communication is an awesome thing.

There is a baseball player on the Brewers named Prince Fielder. That is hilarious to me. Are his parents Queen Pitcher and King Batter? "Go grab your sister Princess Shortstop honey, it's time for dinner." I think the Brewers should have changed their logo for October to include the three witches from Macbeth. They were the coolest Brewers.

Why is it called October when it is the tenth month? Everyone knows that Octo means 8, so it would make sense for October to be the eighth month right?

These are the things I think about.

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