TimePantry
It's a field.
I have a bad habit when smoking spice: I will take one good hit, and while holding it in, I will get some random thought that will lead to a lengthy rumination, followed probably by some pondering. I will not even notice exhaling. When I reach the natural conclusion of this pondering, I will suddenly look up, look at the pipe in my hand, look at the lighter in my other hand, and realize I have done it again.
So I was thinking about making a post to this effect; in fact, I was thinking about it when I took a hit of spice this morning. Which led to me remembering my last post here, wherein I had said: "I love the net! You can look up frickin anything!" Why exactly did I say, "frickin?" I wondered. I never say that IRL. Probably because it doesn't seem polite to say "fucking" at the Nexus, somehow. A little more refined, here... and that put me in mind of other ways people get around using the F-word. Like one of my favorite jokes, a kid joke:
Q: How do you get an elephant into a Safeway shopping bag?
A: I don't know.
Q: You take the "S" out of "Safe," and the "F" out of "way."
A: There is no "F" in "way!"
Q: That's right!
Ha ha ha ha ha! ... ... ... and then suddenly I look up, look at the pipe in one hand, and the lighter in the other ....
Oh, fuck!
So I was thinking about making a post to this effect; in fact, I was thinking about it when I took a hit of spice this morning. Which led to me remembering my last post here, wherein I had said: "I love the net! You can look up frickin anything!" Why exactly did I say, "frickin?" I wondered. I never say that IRL. Probably because it doesn't seem polite to say "fucking" at the Nexus, somehow. A little more refined, here... and that put me in mind of other ways people get around using the F-word. Like one of my favorite jokes, a kid joke:
Q: How do you get an elephant into a Safeway shopping bag?
A: I don't know.
Q: You take the "S" out of "Safe," and the "F" out of "way."
A: There is no "F" in "way!"
Q: That's right!
Ha ha ha ha ha! ... ... ... and then suddenly I look up, look at the pipe in one hand, and the lighter in the other ....
Oh, fuck!
