oct 5 in idea barrages

Maybe the REAL Cotton Eyed Joe was the friends we made along the way.

If I was the receptionist to a palm reader, I would always answer the phone “I know who you are.”

I like that the guy from Blink 182 is a mentally cracked alien conspiracy theorist because now instead of “little green men” we can call them “all the small things”.

Few people understood his relationship with the centaur but he didn’t care. All he knew was this was his first really stable relationship.

I think it’s one of those “very few people have this problems” problems but I hate it when I come up with two weird puns in the shower but only remember one of them by the time I’m dry enough to type into a laptop or phone.

I’d never heard the outloud pronounciation of the gender neutral “Latinx” before but the radio said “lah-tin-ECHS” like emphasis on the 3rd syllable? But “Latino” & “Latina” are both 2nd syllable emphasized?

All my life I’ve been looking for a phrase to describe my tastes, how I gravitate toward women that are either curvy geek-chic sexy-librarian types or statuesque Amazon goddesses? Tonight I realized I can just say “Velmas and Xenas, man, Velmas and Xenas”.

That particular melancholy of the early fall. The days still quite warm, giving way as evening closes in to bracing chills. So much vigor and life in the afternoon but a distinct lonely coldness after dark. Puts me in A Mood, I guess.