Things I ponder whilst auto’ing home from my place of employment

Posted by timotheus on November 15th, 2007 filed in Random

This might seem odd, but when I drive I very rarely listen to music or anything now. I prefer the silence, because my mind does some crazy wandering. This often triggers talking to myself, talking out ideas and such.

Silence, I’m not crazy.

Anyway, because I’m procrastinating on writing for NaNoWriMo, I thought I’d share three of the many things that I pondered on my 15 minute drive home today.

1) I remembered, quite out of the blue, the CB radio callsigns we used when we drove out across the US in 1992, from Maryland to California. The ‘87 Caravan, driven by my Mom, was ‘Mother Goose’. The ‘67 (yr?) Buick LeSabre, driven by my Dad, was ‘Grimm’. Our friends, who were moving out to California as well, were driving a 1988 Monte Carlo, callsign ‘Atilla’.

It was 1992, and CBs were awesome. Actually, they still are.

2) In some relationships I’ve observed (and been a part of), although there are proclamations, on both sides, of equal financial contribution, that isn’t always the case. The gentlemen may find himself paying much more than half of the expenses of things, maybe upwards of eighty percent. However, when this is brought up to the lady, she spins it as the gentlemen being cheap, and “always worried about money”, or “why are you making a big deal out of this?”. The classic ‘No-Win’ scenario, and no Starfleet computer to hack.

Then, in a blinding flash of cognizance, I understood (and started laughing). This is EXACTLY why men make more money than women. Men have to. I’m not saying it’s fair, because it’s not. But it’s not discrimination, it’s preservation. Men are just trying to keep out of the poorhouse, and at the same time ignore the blatant financial fraud being committed in relationships around the globe.*

3) If Kermit the Frog had, in his possession, photos of Beanie Babies, could he be arrested for possession of child pornography?*

It’s amazing how my mind works.

*These points were thought up, knowing they were wacky, bizarre and funny, not because I necessarily believe them as truth.