Musings on Life and Living

So I got a new iMAC 24 inch screen for my birthday a month ago and I've been having fun exploring the inside of it with my best friend Hannah. I wasn't being serious about the inside until suddenly this huge vortex just shows up in the middle of my room and sucks us into the computer. All of a sudden Hannah and I found ourselves in Paris with awesome hair color and where I realized how absolute rusty my French skills are. After we were chased out of town with fire and pitch forks we jumped into the sea and sunk to the bottom. Hannah started getting grumpy and violent, so we kept on swimming. We eventually found an island with and old roller coaster on it. We jumped on the roller coaster and had fun. We didn't even notice that we were going backwards! We posed for the camera and put on our sexiest looks. Then the Coaster suddenly stopped upside down! We realized we didn't have our seat belts on so we suddenly fell out right into another vortex. The vortex led back to my...

So, there are some of you who will read the title of this particular post and think, quite cynically, that it is redundant. While I understand this sentiment, I continue to believe in the possibility of a politician who is not, at the very least, willfully deceitful. I turn to Merriam-Webster's dictionary for a definition of the verb "to lie": 1   :  to make an untrue statement with intent to deceive 2   :  to create a false or misleading impression Now, I expect that all people, at one time or another, will make an untrue statement. And many people go about creating false impressions. I admit that I am guilty of both, probably more often than I should. But, I also know that many people are earnest, well-meaning individuals who may make mistakes now and then. All that being said, there is a big difference between making a mistake, such as saying one thing, then later saying another, and then later yet realising that the two don't really agree with each other. What mak...

I don't dream. At least, not very often. And when I do dream, it is always so totally bizarre as to defy all sense and logic. Normally, it seems that people can trace their dreams to something from their conscious lives. Something is worrying them, or they saw a really scary movie, or it is something that they have been spending a lot of time thinking about, etc. Of course, I know that there are those random dreams, too, but I think that all of my dreams fall under the latter category. When I dream, that is. Because, really, rather than dreaming, I seem to think to myself throughout the night. I am also acutely aware of when I am dreaming, because I am often thinking, "Wow, this dream is so bizarre!" Which is why when I was dreaming last night, it really freaked me out. I had a very vivid dream. And yet, the entire time I was dreaming, I was only vaguely aware that it was a dream. This kind of worried me more. The dream just started quite suddenly in the middle of a major...

My wife has been reading lately. While this may not seem like a big deal to some, really, it is huge. From the time that we started dating way back in August 2007 to this day, I have not known her to finish a single book, excepting children's picture books. She has reportedly been reading some proof-edition of a book called "The 13 1/2 Lives Of Captain Blue Bear" or something like that, but I have never actually seen her with this book, except for when it got packed up, and then again when it got unpacked. Both times closed. She also started reading The Dark Is Rising Sequence (starting with "Over Sea, Under Stone"), but I am pretty certain she is still somewhere in the 20s or 30s of that book. However, the other day she started reading "Project Mulberry" by Linda Sue Park, and is actually reading it as I type! She's read over 90 pages, which has got to be a record - at least, for the time that we have known each other. The reading has become so in...