I just realized...I've never stored gloves in my car's glove compartment. It must an atavism of some sort, that name. That nomenclature.
Anyway, I found a post-it note pad that had various thoughts I had written down, apparently while sitting around in my car, because it was beneath the socks I keep in my glove compartment. Some highlights:
The concept of dynamically neutral is born. The sine curve idea is that if you view a sine curve from the side, you see a dynamic/periodic curve. So imagine viewing a sagging telephone wire from the side...you see it going down between poles, and up where it is supported. However, if you were flying overhead, the bird's eye view would show the line being straight, because there is no horizontal deviation. So, within that neutral curve, there is something dynamic. It is all about perspective. Please bear with these ... they were written by a 17 year old who thought he was being philosophical, when in reality he was just sitting in his car waiting to pick up his sister from volleyball practice.
The idea is to have a beautiful girl who is recently engaged utter the top line to some boys, and for the coolest gentleman of the bunch to respond with saying the bottom line, classily relaying that the nice girls are being taken off the market left and right. He exits with a smile on his face, but knows he will be forever...alone. Once again, a 17 year old without a prom date wrote this.
The line about the elderly...kind of stolen from Dumb and Dumber I imagine. The line about teens, really true. I would love to go back in time and smack my teen face in the face and tell him to breathe a little deeper and commit crimes while he could be written up as "teen" in the blotter.
Imagine two guys playing bocce, a close up on the most recent toss, and then into frame comes a golf ball. We go wideshot, and see that bocce is being played on the 18th hole at a swanky country club. Hilarity and bad fashion ensues. Hopefully Bill Cosby is one of the bocce players.
Into what did the universe expand? Do we exist only as a warm place for snowflakes to land?Oh, please.
I will need help on this one...I think I'm referencing Cat's Cradle by Vonnegut but have no idea. I'm sure this idea was sweet. If only they had a waybackmachine for my mind.
So picture a scenario where a man is about to die, is in a relationship, and the question "is it better to have love and lost than to have never loved at all." So, he goes for it, with 6 months to live. Things are great, and cute, and with meaning. Then she dies of unnatural causes, leaving this guy dying at an accelerated pace and a widower. We'll rate it G for the kids.
Apparently, I thought it would be funny if a character existed in the form of a black lady so pro-black that she refuses to wear white (standard) bras.
This is some note about the lies of Onion Girl. For some reason I thought it pertinent, while in my car, to write it down on the post-it notepad. She is married now and con bebe, and I'm completely cool with that, so I won't hold grudges and just post this so it can live forever on the internet.
Task for the day, blog-kateers! Write an ambigious note and stick it in your glove compartment. When you rediscover it in 5 years, see how relevant/humiliating it is.
Fin.
