Craig’s back and trying his darndest.
I wrote a lot of different things here that weren’t related to each other but then I deleted them. No worries though, I feel that the image above from my notebook pretty clearly describes what I was trying to communicate to you.
I also noticed that if I make a typo while writing these posts, rather than clicking back to where the typo is I will just backspace all the way back to the typo, re-write it, and then re-write the rest of the text again. So there’s that.
I hope you found all of this educational.
Everyone agrees on two things: that a majority of people are stupid, and that they are not one of them. We can as such deduce that a common factor shared among all stupid people is a sincere belief that they are not stupid. I can say I’m smart, but that’s exactly what a stupid person would say. Therefore the only way to prove objectively that I am smart is to believe I am stupid, which is the one thing a stupid person would never do. Unfortunately reaching this conclusion makes me feel smart, which reintroduces the possibility that I may be stupid. I realize now that my only choice it to believe that I may or may not be stupid, and I don’t feel any way about that.
Solved, next question.
Somehow doodling little fuzzy hats on my stick figures makes me feel warmer. It’s 0*F here in Idaho so naturally I drew this with gloves on, that’s why the lines look all janky, which according to WordPress is not a real word.
I have a history of awkward moments with retail employees. I don’t think we understand each other. I’d try correcting them “KEVIN… no.. KE-VIN”, but it wasn’t worth it. Evan is a fine name anyways and he apparently has great taste in coffee. I’ll just be Evan, that’s fine. “TO GO….. TO … GO…. OUT……… OUT” Okay I guess I’m eating here. At least the music is nice and I don’t have to wait until I get home. La-de-dah.
Oh well. If Ryan Gosling taught me anything in the movie Drive it’s that speaking up is totally uncool. If you need me Evan will be enjoying his hot water to stay.
“Centipedes often eat the brains of their prey, because they’re full of nutrition.”
I’m watching a show called “Speed of Life” on Netflix, and let me just say that if you were interested in not sleeping I’d highly recommend it. You’ll get to see rats being digested in the stomachs of snakes, cute rodents slowly suffocating, and brain eating centipedes. All in glorious high definition slow motion!
I’ve come to peace with it though. This is just the world we live in. Banks charge fees for in account transfers, someone thought it was a good idea to remake Red Dawn, and centipedes eat brains. Such is life.