News on a Diet

We're not having any fried news today. Apparently the oddballs of the world and the press that covers them have all gone on a diet.

So, to fill the unbearable gap this dearth of material leaves in the lives of my faithful blog-followers (all six of you), I will share a few true rattlingz. Here is a selection of stray things, that might once have been thoughts, bouncing about in my brain. In point of fact, the citizens of Psychovillage are tired of all this stuff flying around, breaking windows, and making it unusually hazardous to venture outdoors. They petitioned me to get rid of some of these stray items.

As though the inside of my head is a safe place, with or without flying rattlingz. They really need to be more worried that I may wake up one morning and decide to enroll them all in a math class. Not just any math class, mind you. Oh, no - I'd sign them up for something like Advanced Absurdity Theory, wherein they would be required to determine the value of blue as a function of Przewalski horse migration and scissors.

OK, now I lost my train of thought. Actually, I think a gang of train-of-thought robbers has holed-up in Psychovillage. Or maybe that's just the movie playing in the village theatre - The Train-of-Thought Robbers. You know, the one with...

The main difference between introverts and extroverts can be summed up as follows:
Say the word, "fun" to an extrovert and immediately he will think of gathering up a bunch of people and running off to do something. Say the same word to an introvert, and he will immediately think about gathering up a bunch of extroverts and sending them all off to do something.

Actually, it might be The Great Train-of-Thought Robbery.

For a long time it made me nervous to find myself in social settings, faced with the following ice-breaker activity - "Tell us your name, where you're from, and what you do for a living." Luckily I have overcome that awkwardness. My solution is to simply repeat the name and origin of the last person who spoke. For my living, I claim, "Identity theft."

Or maybe it was just the train in Breakthought Pass...