What is Déjà vu?
I mean, I know what it is. The phenomenon where you feel as if you've experienced a particular moment in time before.
I've taken many showers in my life (not as many as I should, perhaps...I blame morning classes), but never when I push aside the curtain do I proclaim, "My GOD! I've DONE THIS BEFORE! What's happening to me?!"
Déjà vu is so specific, the details of the scene you are experiencing so minute, and the events seemingly insignificant.
What's really bizarre, is that I actually experienced Déjà vu while writing this entry. And no, I'm not trying to be funny or cute. I actually did. I thought that perhaps I had written on this topic before, typing the exact same words...
What's going on here?!
Ladies and gentlemen, I am perplexed.
So, my conclusion: Déjà vu is none other than proof that alternate universes exist. Good day.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
The Lives of Toys.
Do you ever wonder what your toys do while you're away or while you're sleeping? Okay. You probably don't. Most of you probably don't have the multitude of toys that I do, anyway.
Don't look at me like that! I can't let go of childhood, okay?!?
Anyway, I like to think they come alive. Actually, that idea frightens me half to death. But still.
Is there a "leader" toy, like Woody in Toy Story, that sort of acts as the president? I suppose my leader toy would be my stuffed dog, Fred. He's my favorite.
My villain toy would probably be my antique doll, Isabella, who is not unlike the most terrifying thing you've ever seen. I don't know why I keep her in my room.
But what exactly would the toys do? What could toys possibly do for fun? They don't have toys of their own, do they? Alas, the life of a toy must be a depressing one. Their sole purpose is only to please their owner. If that's not bad enough, they have to pretend to be lifeless in his or her presence.
Sounds a lot like a dictatorship. Yikes.
Don't look at me like that! I can't let go of childhood, okay?!?
Anyway, I like to think they come alive. Actually, that idea frightens me half to death. But still.
Is there a "leader" toy, like Woody in Toy Story, that sort of acts as the president? I suppose my leader toy would be my stuffed dog, Fred. He's my favorite.
My villain toy would probably be my antique doll, Isabella, who is not unlike the most terrifying thing you've ever seen. I don't know why I keep her in my room.
But what exactly would the toys do? What could toys possibly do for fun? They don't have toys of their own, do they? Alas, the life of a toy must be a depressing one. Their sole purpose is only to please their owner. If that's not bad enough, they have to pretend to be lifeless in his or her presence.
Sounds a lot like a dictatorship. Yikes.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Word Play.
Isn't it weird how if you look at, say outloud, or write a word enough times, it starts to become very foreign? Like, think of the word "play". Play. Play. Playplayplayplayplay. What kind of a word is that, anyway??? It sounds so weird. Puhhh-laaaay.
How does one come up with a word? Do you just sit down and say:
"Okay. So there's no word for what happens when you make a moving picture of some sort begin. Oh, and also, there's no word for what children do to have fun. The word for both of those things is gonna be...plllllay. Yeah, play."
Genius!
How does one come up with a word? Do you just sit down and say:
"Okay. So there's no word for what happens when you make a moving picture of some sort begin. Oh, and also, there's no word for what children do to have fun. The word for both of those things is gonna be...plllllay. Yeah, play."
Genius!
Monday, August 3, 2009
Color Census.
How many colors are there?
"Millions" isn't a good enough answer! I want a specific number. Like, 513,897,111.6.
And I want a list. I want a list of all the colors with examples.
That way, I can make new ones. And name them after me.
Alexandra's Egg Blue!
"Millions" isn't a good enough answer! I want a specific number. Like, 513,897,111.6.
And I want a list. I want a list of all the colors with examples.
That way, I can make new ones. And name them after me.
Alexandra's Egg Blue!
...Eh, maybe not. That's a little weird. We'll stick with Robin's Egg.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
August 2nd Predictions.
Happy August 2nd! It may seem like an insignificant date, but when you really think about it, it's possible that some important things have happened on any or all of the August 2nds of your life. I can't remember at all what I was doing on August 2nd a year ago...and that kinda scares me.
Isn't it weird how so many conversations, thoughts, and actions are lost to time? I don't like that feeling. I want to remember what I said to people and what they said to me. I want to remember how I felt and what I wore. I want to know what I had for breakfast on August 2nd 2008!!!
Who would have guessed a year ago that I would be sitting here today? Drinking my white wine and blogging in my parents' house? I wouldn't have guessed I would be wearing a denim one-piece romper. I wonder what I'll be doing a year from now...I think I'll guess. It'll be fun.
I predict that on August 2nd 2010, I will have at least 1 and 1/2 new friends, I will have eaten Special K and coffee for breakfast, and I will be in production on some stupid short film of mine that I think is gonna turn out funny but is really gonna just be some sort of inside joke between me and myself.
. . . Now we play the waiting game.
Isn't it weird how so many conversations, thoughts, and actions are lost to time? I don't like that feeling. I want to remember what I said to people and what they said to me. I want to remember how I felt and what I wore. I want to know what I had for breakfast on August 2nd 2008!!!
(I probably had Special K and coffee.)
Who would have guessed a year ago that I would be sitting here today? Drinking my white wine and blogging in my parents' house? I wouldn't have guessed I would be wearing a denim one-piece romper. I wonder what I'll be doing a year from now...I think I'll guess. It'll be fun.
I predict that on August 2nd 2010, I will have at least 1 and 1/2 new friends, I will have eaten Special K and coffee for breakfast, and I will be in production on some stupid short film of mine that I think is gonna turn out funny but is really gonna just be some sort of inside joke between me and myself.
. . . Now we play the waiting game.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
A Unique Phrase.
I'm very unhappy with the length of my previous post. It's just a tad too long. I like to keep it short. I'll try harder this time.
On Today's Episode of A Bird's Stream, I'm going to attempt to craft a sentence that has never been spoken before. Often times when I'm having a conversation with someone and one of us says something strange, I like to wonder if anyone had ever said it before.
It makes you feel special if you're the only human to ever utter a particular phrase. And I like feeling special. So here it goes...
"If Napoleon were wrapped in a garbage bag and jumped out of a blimp then landed on the back of a massive eagle carrying a starfruit and the declaration of independence, would anyone hear?"
I dunno. I can say with confidence that no one else has ever said that before. What do you think?
On Today's Episode of A Bird's Stream, I'm going to attempt to craft a sentence that has never been spoken before. Often times when I'm having a conversation with someone and one of us says something strange, I like to wonder if anyone had ever said it before.
It makes you feel special if you're the only human to ever utter a particular phrase. And I like feeling special. So here it goes...
"If Napoleon were wrapped in a garbage bag and jumped out of a blimp then landed on the back of a massive eagle carrying a starfruit and the declaration of independence, would anyone hear?"
I dunno. I can say with confidence that no one else has ever said that before. What do you think?
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Subconscious Freak Out.
Usually, I sleep pretty well. Rarely do I wake up in the middle of the night or find myself uncomfortable (unless I'm really cold --- I have very poor circulation). Well. Not last night.
I tossed and turned and woke up and fell back into light sleep a million times within the 5 hours allotted I had to slumber. It was quite horrible...and I woke up and couldn't figure out why that happened!
It could have been a number of things...too much wine, eating too much apple pie so close to bed, knowing I have to wake up early...well, all those things seemed to make sense to me.
Then I realized one very important detail: I was sleeping with the television off.
If you've read my previous post "Hot Haunting", you'll know that I have slept with the TV on in my room for about 8 years now. Religiously. For some reason, last night, I forgot to turn it on or something. And as a result...my body freaked out and couldn't sleep.
I had to rule out the wine, the apple pie, and the waking up early because those things happen on a regular basis (although sometimes the apple pie is substituted for cake. Or cookies. Or hot chocolate. Or s'mores.), and I always end up sleeping just fine.
I find it incredibly interesting how my body knew something was up, even though I wasn't consciously thinking about it.
Today's lesson: listen to your instincts, and pay attention to your subconscious. It will almost always lead you down the right path. Turns out your brain knows more than you think it does.
I tossed and turned and woke up and fell back into light sleep a million times within the 5 hours allotted I had to slumber. It was quite horrible...and I woke up and couldn't figure out why that happened!
It could have been a number of things...too much wine, eating too much apple pie so close to bed, knowing I have to wake up early...well, all those things seemed to make sense to me.
Then I realized one very important detail: I was sleeping with the television off.
If you've read my previous post "Hot Haunting", you'll know that I have slept with the TV on in my room for about 8 years now. Religiously. For some reason, last night, I forgot to turn it on or something. And as a result...my body freaked out and couldn't sleep.
I had to rule out the wine, the apple pie, and the waking up early because those things happen on a regular basis (although sometimes the apple pie is substituted for cake. Or cookies. Or hot chocolate. Or s'mores.), and I always end up sleeping just fine.
I find it incredibly interesting how my body knew something was up, even though I wasn't consciously thinking about it.
Today's lesson: listen to your instincts, and pay attention to your subconscious. It will almost always lead you down the right path. Turns out your brain knows more than you think it does.
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