The human mind is a wondrous thing. Its ability to process untold amounts of
information and produce instant thoughts,
feelings and actions is enough to make one see the hand of God shaping and guiding our existence. All of us on earth are walking, talking miracles, even Cyberian John John. Well, okay, strike that.
I bring this up because just a few minutes ago I was sitting in my little office at home
pretending to do some work, when an
unprompted thought popped into my head. It told me to take off all of my clothes and run through the house singing “Look at Me, I’m Sandra Dee.”
Of course I didn’t do it because the last time I did, my wife locked in in the basement.
Anyway, thinking of that made me think of my youth, which, of course, made me think of masturbation, which led me to think of my first girlfriend Betty, which made me think of my virginity, which made me think of my high school, which made me think of my '51 Mercury… Man, I loved that car!
Where was I? Oh yes, the mind is a… well, it’s a … you know.
Okay, I’m a putz. But this is MPSIMS, right?
Voted as: The poster you’d most like to meet.
I demand a recount.
You expect me to believe that you simply thought about masturbation, and then moved on to a different thought?
Right.
This space blank, until Wally thinks up something cool to put here.
I’ve never seen a car like that. What’s it look like? Did it run well? I don’t know too much about cars in general. You feed them gas and wash them occasionally and they’re good pets, right? I like pets. Specifically, I like the two dogs at the frat and one of the cats. I don’t know the other cat. I also think my roommate’s gerbil is cute, even if it is insane. I miss my dog. He was cute and funny. Oh well. My finger itches. I’m thirsty. I don’t want to get up to get a drink, though. I guess I’ll just suffer, then. I do like this sandwich. Mmm. TUrkey, swiss, 1000 islands dressing, lettuce, musrhooms, all on a sub. It’s getting cold, I’ll go eat it.
I’ve done stream of consciousness before. I once did 5 pages of it. Scary, huh?
I sold my soul to Satan for a dollar. I got it in the mail.
Yes, it truly is, uh , uh . . . .
Mine is in dire need of a defrag.
Hey! It could happen.
It hasn’t yet, but it could. Maybe.
I’m still suffering mental whiplash from the image of Wally cavorting buck-naked around the house warbling, “Look at me, I’m Sandra Dee!” Now, I didn’t figure him for an Annette Funicello fan or anything, but Sandra Dee?
The mind truly is a mysterious, wonderful thing. Why, this thread just triggered deep regret that I didn’t vote for Wally a few more times for “most want to meet”.
A naked, Dionysion salute {rimshot} to Sandra Dee…hmmmmm.
Veb
Mmmm-hmmmm. Sure. Can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard that one from both of my husbands. And every single boyfriend I’ve ever had in my life.
That does sound like a sweet car, though. Cars. Hm. Mine needs an oil change. Can’t seem to find the time to do it, though. What time is it, anyway? Eleven? Oh, Dennis Miller is on. I like Dennis Miller. He’s hot. Wise-ass guys are a turn-on…
Dammit Wally! I’ll be back in a few minutes.
This space blank, until Wally thinks up something cool to put here.
The mind may be a wonderful thing, but mine’s in overdrive right now, running in circles around this comp problem I’m working on. And I’m restless and want to kick someone’s ass.
damn. I was hoping that writing it out would reduce the feeling.
I was just about to make a truly profound observation about how the shift from the personal judgment to the universal is the basis of tyranny, but then that Sandra Dee thing kept poppin’ into my head, and now all I can remember is somethin’ else I wanted to say about how much of a bitch it is to keep them damnable flatheads from spittin’ sparks out the damned tailpipes . . .
Somehow I expect it was all the same thought anyway.
Dr. Watson
“The argument reduced itself to an exercise, and I’ve had quite enough exercise lately, thank you.”
C’mon, Veb. You’ve spent the last 20+ years studiously avoiding Grease!? Go ahead and watch it; it won’t corrupt you (any more than this MB will).
Tom~
Oh man Wally Wally… how am I ever going to sleep tonite… that tune is now stuck in my head along with the visual of you dancing around.
We are, each of us angels with only one wing,and we can only fly by embracing one another
**If when my wife is sleeping
and the baby and Kathleen
ae sleeping
and the sun is a flame-white disc
in silken mists
above shining trees,–
if I in my north room
dance naked, grotesquely
before my mirror
waving my shirt round my head
and singing softly to myself:
“I am lonely, lonely.
I was born to be lonely,
I am best so!”
If I admire my arms, my face,
my shoulders, flanks, buttocks
againt the drawn yellow shades,–
Who shall say I am not
the happy genius of my household?
– William Carlos Williams, “Danse Russe”**
God bless WCW, and god bless this poem…it somehow sanctifies all our deviant behaviors!
Uke
Um, Uke? Would it be okay if I used yer entire post as my sig line?
Humbled,
Dr. Watson
Sometimes I find it hard to stay on topic. Maybe this is because of my short attention…
“Colin! Leave the cat alone!”
Where was I? Oh, yes-The reason I find redheads so attractive is that when I was a child, my mother would bake bread over a wood stove in the wintertime. Thus, the abject fear of heights is explained.
Your OP answered a question I have had for all these years. Now I finally know who the Wally was who Betty was telling me about. But I don’t want to embarrass you on this MB. I can say this however. Better stick with cars. 
Anger is just one letter short of Danger
Eleanor Roosevelt