Unnoticed in Clever Worlds

The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.

Hockey

The Boston College goalie has been knocked unconscious and they have just laid him across the goal and played on. This is kind of great. If you get a concussion they put you in the penalty box.


A Feeling is not a Thought
by Regis Boff

FaceBook is bringing us closer to the slaughter house. We are mistaking feelings for thinking. Cattle do this too until they feel the blade.

Sexy Legs


The only personal hero I have is the guy who figured out how to make the black seam in woman’s nylons run all the way up the back of her legs.

Enlightenment

The very first sign of Enlightenment is that your enemies disappear.
The last is that your friends do too.

PUBLISHED: April 10, 2018
FILED UNDER: Unnoticed in Clever Worlds

Puck

It’s easier to make out Jesus’s face in the Shroud of Turin than it is to witness a goal in hockey

What fear of Death is

What I fear most about death is the embarrassment.

PUBLISHED: April 10, 2018
FILED UNDER: Unnoticed in Clever Worlds

A FaceBook Hypothesis

FaceBook has me on the precipice of an uncomfortable theory.
Maybe our most primitive ancestors had an advanced written language but bored of it in favor of silly cave paintings of Woolly Mammoths playing with Saber-toothed tigers and drawings of what kind of dinosaur they had for dinner the night before?
Perhaps complicated thinking simply annoys us?

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