Secret messages from the gods... I think.
Now, this might strike you as somewhat odd, but I'm something of a paranoid person. No, no -- it's true. But I can see where you might get a different impression.
However, every once in a while, I wonder if whatever malicious gods rule the universe (and oh, what malicious gods they are. I will never forgive them for Mariah Carey and kidney beans) are sending me out secret little messages.
As an example, several years ago, I jaunted across the street to catch a bus on the way to work. A woman sort of materialized next to me and, in a friendly and confidential voice, said, "Sometimes you have to take chances." She got off at the next bus stop, and when I looked out the window, she had disappeared.
In a less obvious way, I suspect the universe is once again sending me cryptic messages.
Last week, I was at the Y (Metro-central, of course), and had finished working out. On my way to the pool, Radiohead's "Karma Police" was going around and around in my head in a most persistent fashion. By the time I got to the pool, I thought I had lost my mind, because I could actually hear the song being played. Turns out, the lifeguard was playing it on a CD player.
And yesterday evening, I had a scene from The Matrix replaying in my head for hours. That scene where Neo is waiting to see the Oracle, and the little kid says, "Instead, only try to realize the truth -- there is no spoon. Then you'll see that it is not the spoon that bends... it is only yourself."
About an hour ago, my chum said -- both mysteriously and around a mouthful of hot pizza, which is quite a trick -- "There is no spoon." Now really, how often does someone quote that at you?
As I said -- paranoid. But I think the universe is gearing up to throw some great, dirty trick my way. Which, after the week I've had, will be quite a feat.
In more rodent-filled news, I have (through the most generous loaning of my pal Tali) a digital camera. So now I will have proof that those naughty little squirrels are indeed ransacking my poor little apartment, and that it's not just some bizarre metaphor.
However, every once in a while, I wonder if whatever malicious gods rule the universe (and oh, what malicious gods they are. I will never forgive them for Mariah Carey and kidney beans) are sending me out secret little messages.
As an example, several years ago, I jaunted across the street to catch a bus on the way to work. A woman sort of materialized next to me and, in a friendly and confidential voice, said, "Sometimes you have to take chances." She got off at the next bus stop, and when I looked out the window, she had disappeared.
In a less obvious way, I suspect the universe is once again sending me cryptic messages.
Last week, I was at the Y (Metro-central, of course), and had finished working out. On my way to the pool, Radiohead's "Karma Police" was going around and around in my head in a most persistent fashion. By the time I got to the pool, I thought I had lost my mind, because I could actually hear the song being played. Turns out, the lifeguard was playing it on a CD player.
And yesterday evening, I had a scene from The Matrix replaying in my head for hours. That scene where Neo is waiting to see the Oracle, and the little kid says, "Instead, only try to realize the truth -- there is no spoon. Then you'll see that it is not the spoon that bends... it is only yourself."
About an hour ago, my chum said -- both mysteriously and around a mouthful of hot pizza, which is quite a trick -- "There is no spoon." Now really, how often does someone quote that at you?
As I said -- paranoid. But I think the universe is gearing up to throw some great, dirty trick my way. Which, after the week I've had, will be quite a feat.
In more rodent-filled news, I have (through the most generous loaning of my pal Tali) a digital camera. So now I will have proof that those naughty little squirrels are indeed ransacking my poor little apartment, and that it's not just some bizarre metaphor.
posted by /hg | 12:05 a.m.
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