Well dear readers the other night I had a long chat with my friend Leif Ashdene about subjects that may not seem important to anyone, in fact if you were to simply click the back button on your browser right now and never read this post I will guarantee you will live a full and complete life without ever wasting a droplet of eyeball energy. (I guess eyeball energy comes in droplets) But the weird thing is that we were just chatting and didn't see each other so we could have been dressed up as dragons or monsters and the other person would never have known. Leif was talking about winding down as we all do after dealing with the day's *(^#&!. (insert your own term here) I had an idea that there should be some RL silly putty that you could press down on the faces of people you got mad at and then stretch them out into funny shapes.
Then Leif mentioned that silly putty (which was some stuff that was like some sort of oddball rubber concoction dreamed up by brilliant scientists who wore lab coats and wished they were making something useful but since they had bills to pay they had to invent silly putty to get rich) always smelled funky. We talked about silly putty for a long time, indicating that we are either extremely detailed people or extremely boring people.
Then I told a story that was slathered with sadness. Sometimes it is good to tell a very sad story because after you do you feel better. Go figure. Well here is the sad story:
And now....The Sad Slinky Story. Once there was a little boy who had a birthday party. The little boy knew that he could ask for a new toy to play with, so he thought and thought and decided he wanted to have one of those spring toys that could do tricks. He had seen them on television and since it was on television and the kids in the commercial where having fun, then he would have fun too. He was very happy at his birthday party because he had his very own Slinky.
At the party there was an older boy who went to real school, not kindergarten. Since he was old and he knew how to write letters and numbers, the little boy figured he must know stuff. The older boy said that one thing you can do with a Slinky is to stretch it all the way around the house. The little boy, who despite not having an understanding of mechanical engineering or physics, wasn't too sure this would work. But after all the big kid was older so he must know about these things. Well dear blog readers as you can probably surmise at this point this story is leading to a rather sad ending. The little boy's Slinky did not make it around the house as described by the older kid. The little boy's brand new toy never made it back to its original slink. The little boy was so upset but tried very hard not to cry because he didn't want to let his friends see him cry.
I have absolutely no idea what the meaning of that story even is. I guess the lessen is to not blindly trust people who say they know stuff. Maybe it is just part of life to have bad things happen in the middle of happy times. This will sound really crazy but it is so sad that it actually makes me laugh. Oh well life is interesting. Well good wishes to all, thank you for reading.
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