Square State Ruminations (renamed)19 October

     Deep Thoughts...A Third Attempt At Humoring The Purge by kryssi

     When you look back on your life and have nothing but regret, find a mad scientist who has built a time machine. They are not great for hopping around in time, and they are expensive,  but if you can find the one moment that you can alter that would fix everything, go there. Fix it. Then you won't feel so much regret all of the time. Unless you fix the wrong moment. Then you just have to live with your life choices and possibly the New Thing you messed up. Unless you're rich. Then you can do it again and mess up more things.

    I think we should apply the Ferris Bueller approach to learning anything about other countries or history. "Who cares if they're socialists? They could be fascist anarchists, it still wouldn't change the fact that I don't own a car." I think we could all use a little more selfishness, don't you?

   They should stop making sequels and prequals to all movies. They just get muddled after a while, and I don't enjoy the original anymore. Eventually they go too far and negate the original, so what's the point in watching?

   Fall is the best season. It should be extended and we should get rid of summer. It's too hot. It's only there so kids get a break from school. In my plan, we would have school year round, but only four days a week, with three weeks off at Christmas. And a two week spring break. Give the kids and teachers their breaks, they're in school year round.

    If you're going to kill a snake by running over it with your car, don't just roll over it once. They are round and will roll along with the tires. The best approach is to hit the brakes as you roll over, then reverse your car and do it again. Keep doing it until the viper is deceased. You will know because it will be squished and smeared on the asphalt. Unless it is your pet snake, then you should stop and gently carry it back home into its tank before some jerk wad tries to drive over it.

    One time, I went to a Steep Canyon Rangers concert, featuring Steve Martin on banjo. I wore white in case he wanted to marry me. I walked down the aisle to the stage, there were no bodyguards or security. He was playing the banjo. I stood right below him looking up. I waited. He kept playing. So I walked back up the aisle to my husband. My husband's name is Jim Martin. I feel like that was close enough.

    Drag queens are performers. They wear costumes and play a role. Scene.

    Sometimes pizza rolls are the Best Idea Ever for a snack. And sometimes they explode in the air fryer.