Gopher.
Heroic.
Gopheroic.
Groundhog's Day is coming up.
A burrowing rodent* can save us all from more winter
(if you believe in that sort of magic**).
Burrow.
Rodent.
Burrodent.
* Gophers and groundhogs actually differ in a few key ways that don't affect my life or this blog post: size, aggression level, number of natural predators, ability to swim, whether they hibernate, and when they breed, for example.
Knowledge.
Education.
Knowleducation.
They don't differ in relevant ways that I've already mentioned (they're burrowing rodents).
** In which case, why not just ask Santa for a shorter winter?
e.g. "I'm dreaming of a white Christmas, and then an immediate spring."
Winter.
Terminated.
Winterminated.
And if you've been bad, then he brings you coal instead, and you use that to warm yourself up.
Win-win.
Winter.
Win-winter.
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Thursday, January 29, 2009
Friday, January 23, 2009
Endorphindsight
Endorphin.
Hindsight.
Endorphindsight.
Falling in love makes your brain happy.
Falling out of love makes your brain wonder what it was happy about.
"What was I thinking?" the brain asks itself.
"My bad," the heart replies.
"No, it is I who am to blame," the genitals joins in.
"That's very kind, but I am in charge," brain responds, responsibly.
"But not in matters of the me," heart cleverly comes up with.
"That's true, you are the CRO, chief romantic officer," says brain.
"So it's agreed then, we blame heart!" offers genitals.
"Fair enough. I love you guys. I will buy everyone drinks to make up for it!" says heart.
"Hey!" comes a new voice.
"Sorry, liver!"
Hindsight.
Endorphindsight.
Falling in love makes your brain happy.
Falling out of love makes your brain wonder what it was happy about.
"What was I thinking?" the brain asks itself.
"My bad," the heart replies.
"No, it is I who am to blame," the genitals joins in.
"That's very kind, but I am in charge," brain responds, responsibly.
"But not in matters of the me," heart cleverly comes up with.
"That's true, you are the CRO, chief romantic officer," says brain.
"So it's agreed then, we blame heart!" offers genitals.
"Fair enough. I love you guys. I will buy everyone drinks to make up for it!" says heart.
"Hey!" comes a new voice.
"Sorry, liver!"
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