I went for a walk tonight and in no particular order had the following thoughts.
Q. What would happen if I put my ipod earbuds in right to left. Like, I put the R in my L ear and vice versa. Would it make THAT much of a difference? I grant you, if I'm listening to the Who (and I won;t be but I digress) and they want to get all stereophonic and come in one ear and out the other, does it matter which ear hears what at which time? Can my brain just as aptly process the sound is it's presented in the reverse ear?
A. No idea. Will google then ask brother T.
Q. If a crazy random mugger man ran up beside me and somehow pushed Ellie's stroller into the lake, and I ran down, pulled her back, would I know CPR?
A. No. I need to refresh myself. She's 18 months old. I've forgotten. Also, the hospital can't actually refuse to give me my child. Next time, if there is a next time, I'm not watching the stupid video the night I bring bring a baby home. Dumbasses.
Q. Who really drives bright red chevys anymore?
A. I saw a young Italian looking kid in what appears to be a newer version of what looked like an oldstyle circa 1985 Thundebird. Hmm. Really. And yes, I know Chevy didn't make Thunderbirds. It just looked like one. It may have in fact been an Impala. Or a Malibu. But it just seemed very Richard Gere American Gigolo.
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I wrote a poem a few years ago about things I think about while shoveling snow.
Your stuff is way better . . .
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