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Thursday, July 20, 2006

Random thoughts on a Thursday

Just a few random thoughts and questions on a Thursday...

Organic Fertilizer - hmm, is there any other kind? You feed the animal, the animal processes the food, the leftovers are then delivered via cud chewing contented cows. Tell me how that becomes an non-organic process...

Polls - if they are polling people all the time, like they claim, how come no one has ever called me? Does my opinion not count? Or have I been blackballed by the polling police?

If reporters love to run through bomb riddled streets while telling us how dangerous and life threatening the situation but yet, they are there to bring to us, the viewer a sense of commitment in reporting the news despite being in the midst of danger, then why is everyone shocked when one of them is killed? You would think we all kind of expected it. After all, they swore it was a dangerous place...

Why do ceiling fan kits have blue, yellow and white wires when your standard house is built to the standards of white (common), black (hot), and green (ground) wires? Is it to make sure guys will actually read the instructions first or are they testing our ability to reason followed by our ability to swear vigorously in the dark?

If the shortest distance between two points is a straight line, then why does it take kids thirty minutes to walk fifteen feet to exit a building? Did the great mathmaticians factor in the "tactile siren" who beckons every child to touch every object on their way out?

Knowing what we know about women, can Victoria really keep anything secret?

Ever notice how farmer market vendors sell items that aren't grown in your area? Like pineapples or citrus items that are grown in tropical climates... Just how big are their farms?

I wonder if people realize that honking impatiently at a green light is interpreted by me as an invitation to sit still for a meditative moment to appreciate the light's brilliance?

Wouldn't it be really cool to change the color of our currency to purple or orange? Maybe even put social icons on them instead of dead presidents. Somehow I think an orange $20 bill with Dilbert on it would be much more fun to spend.

Why do dogs love to have water splashed at them as they try to catch it in their mouths but cats just get offended and leave?

So what do you think happened to Mickey Mouse's other fingers?

Why do I think there probably isn't a KSPCA (Korean Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals) or a PETA chapter in Asia?

What would you have if strains of the Swine Flu mutated with strains of the Avian Flu? Flying Pig Flu?

Ever notice how many people it takes to hold the shovels in one place, so they don't scamper away, in a road crew?

So what questions or thoughts are meandering around in your mind today?

4 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

LOL! glad to see I'm not the only one who appreciates the luminosity of the green light. ha ha!

why do dogs stick their heads out car windows, but don't like it when you blow on their faces?

I wonder about those polling places too. I've never been called either. maybe that's a good thing.

7:55 AM  
Blogger Rhodent said...

Ditto on the polling reflection... also, why is it when you open a door for a dog he is likely to bolt out whereas a cat has to contemplate the existence of of the dorrway for ten minutes before decideing whether or not to go out... unless of course, you don't want them to go out... then they scamper between your feet. One observation... I think there is such a thing as chemical fertilizer...

Funny post!

12:49 PM  
Blogger Frustrated Writer said...

rho, you would be right. anhydrous ammonia would be a chemical fertilizer but you can't get that in a store...

5:04 AM  
Blogger brooksba said...

I like the thought of the flying pig flu. And I don't get those polling calls either.

2:48 AM  

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