Please tell me that it isn’t so…
Today’s post will be a real quickie. Because of the impending holiday I am completely overwhelmed with work that has to be done before the end of the week.
So, I take it that everyone thinks that I am a shallow twit? All of the feedback that I’ve received lately sounded like “Gee, that was awfully philosophical for you”. I take it that the intellectually numbing effects of RB over there (I’m currently refusing to call him Mongo for personal reasons…like “I personally think that it is ludicrous for a right brain to have a name of it’s own) have made my public persona something less than the insightful, wise and worldly person I view myself as? Is it not enough that I have to put up with the daily indignantcies of being, for all intents and purposes, a conjoined twin with Bozo the Clown? Can’t a guy simply pontificate in peace? (Please, no more Dennis Miller cracks)
Or is it just that you seek mindless entertainment?
You do, of course, realize that the seeking of pleasure purely for the sake of pleasure itself totally vindicates his existence and that I will never hear the end of it?
Oh…so you do. I think that I will run along now and wrap myself around a PanGalacticGargleBlaster or 12. What’s left of my sanity may post again later.