Laughing is a Funny Thing

I wonder why people laugh. I mean it is really strange that we start making weird vocal sounds and blowing wind through our vocal chords in a "ha ha ha" sort of sound. Why do we do this? I mean why is stuff funny?

Sometimes I say "hehe" or "LOL" but it is sort of an odd thing. I still don't know why I laugh. But I do know one thing and that is that it is a good feeling and it must be something that we need to do. It feels good and sort of is like a victory cheer, like we kill an evil demon or something. I guess it must be like vitamins.

Well I guess I don't have a lot to say tonight. I took a picture of my friend Andy and me looking at the sunset. It sort of has a nice cosmic look to it.

Well I hope that everyone reading this is doing well. I know things get weird but just remember that you all know a place deep in your mind that you can draw a lot of value from. At least that's what I think. Just remember the feeling from stopping and having a laugh for some reason. I am not a totally happy person all the time, if I was I may be too bizarre to be a human, but anyway, well, I am just rambling now.

In the United States people say "What's the bottom line?" which is from accounting. That means what is the total after all the good has been added in and the bad after being subtracted out. So the bottom line is just to laugh and you will always draw something from somewhere.

Razor Blades, Q-tips, and the Meaning of Happiness

When you are dreaming your brain just keeps jumping around from thing to thing and when you wake up in the morning sometimes you say to yourself "What a weird dream!". But my theory is that this is just how brains work and we might as well get used to it. In fact sometimes it is funny the stuff brains come up with. Sometimes when I look at stuff in SL I think about dreams.

OK now for a story. Once there was an Army base in the United States where soldiers trained. This was quite a while ago and it was at a time when people were at war. They had a place where the soldiers could shave, but in those days the razor blades were flat blades and they could cut you very easily. They were safety razors but you still had to be careful because they were not that "safe". So the Army base put a slot in the wall where the soldiers threw their old razor blades away. No one ever knew where the razor blades went, they just went into a slot never to be seen again. This was because people did not want to get cut on old razor blades.

Then one day people came to tear down the old building. When they opened the wall a load of old razor blades from 50 years came falling out. So all the razor blades did NOT just disappear after all.

Once there was an old house that somebody moved into. The person decided to open an old closed up fireplace. Suddenly a zillion Q-tips fell out. The people who lived there before had cleaned out their ears for many years and had just thrown the Q-tips into the closed fireplace. But then again Q-tips is a brand name. Just like Kleenex and Band-Aids. But people use those brand names as though they are generic names. Isn't that odd?

OK now the history of Q-tips and how it relates to the razor blades. The Q-tip was invented by a Sargent in the Army named Marcus Hearit. He was a cannon shooter. A cannon shooter is a person who puts a cannon ball into a cannon ball and fires. They used to be very important in warfare 200 years ago. He got the idea for the Q-tip from the thing you stick into the cannon to push the ball down. He said "Man that sure looks like a good idea for something to use to clean your ears, so I think I will invent it". And the rest is history.

Then the great grandson of Marcus Hearit was in the Army and stationed at a place where the razor blades were thrown into the wall. That is how the two stories relate.

And now for the public service portion of this post. It is important to place a public service message into all artwork including a mindless rambling post because art must have a purpose. The message is to not stick a Q-tip directly into your ear because you may hurt your eardrum. You should not look directly into the sun during a solar eclipse either, but one time I saw a solar eclipse and I looked up but just real real real quickly.

Well I am not sure how this relates to happiness (title of post) but I wanted to be sure to let people know that just because a person tells off-the-wall stories, and perhaps they may be a bit eccentric at times, they are very happy people who see a lot of good in the world.

OK now for how these stories relate to SL. As we live in a virtual world we leave razor blades and Q-tips behind the walls. Will someone find them someday?

Second Lives

Sometimes I find people who say things that trip me out:

link to PBS show on virtual worlds

Hello World

I am so busy that I can't even write stuff. But I just wanted to tell all my friends that even though I haven't posted for a while I am still here. I hope I don' have a nervous break down or anything - but I don't think I will. Life sometimes is like weather, it can get bad for a while but then clears up.

And now a cosmic energy wave of good wishes to all. (don't laugh - a cosmic energy wave will do good things for you and now that you have read it - it will magically go to you and before you know it you will feel it)

Getting Old

Yikes - I can't believe I am almost two years old. I remember a long time ago I first came to SL on Christmas day or around that time. A lot of time old people say "my how time flies". Now I am saying it. I am freaking myself out.

I saw this movie the other day where this guy was talking about when he was a kid and could only listen to the radio. The whole movie was just about things that happened around or related to the radio. There was this one scene where people were celebrating New Year's Eve on the top of a building in New York City. They all looked up at the sky and said "Do you think anyone will ever remember 1939 and us here tonight?" (or what ever year it was - I forgot to take good notes) It was one of those "zowie" things I thought, you know, when someone says something that makes your brain feel like it is eating a kumquat, but only sad and happy at the same time. Like a kumquat tastes sweet and tart at the same time. It was a zowie thing to say.

Well blog readers I started thinking about all the people who lived lives a thousand years ago and figured that they must have wondered if anyone would remember them. Once I saw some Egyptian art work and though "wow - the people that did that were real humans!" That must sound like a goofy statement and you may say "well of course". But just think about it, just as you are reading this crazy post you are breathing, maybe eating, etc. but you are alive now. I guess when the guy that did that art work died, some people remembered him, then they died, but the children may remember, until they die. I guess even "famous" people eventually get forgotten.

I liked that movie because it was both happy and sad at the same time. Maybe I feel happy and sad all the time. I have a new theory about why we are the way we are. OK - here it is: We all have minds that are like these configurable building blocks. If you get too concerned about say, what someone thinks about you, or if they are not nice to you or something, then just like a tree, branches grow in that direction. So it is important to re-configure your mind, or trim those branches to keep you in good health in the mind department. I guess we just have to keep growing new branches all the time or something.

I wonder if anyone ever reads any of these blogs we post? Maybe we are just electronically scribbling a lot of stuff that will get buried or erased. I guess it beats watching TV all day and eating potato chips.

Sometimes We Need a New Head

Well Blog readers I was not very good about posting last week. So I decided I needed to post to provide the therapeutic catharsis it can bring. Wow - I really like the sound of that - "therapeutic catharsis" - I'm not sure if that is a real term - it sounds like one - but maybe I just made it up and am thinking it is a real term. Anyway that is far too much to type so going forward I will refer to this as "TC". Well earlier I met up with Andrej Petlyakov who I have not seen for a long time. I guess he has been dealing with a lot of stuff to keep him from goofing off in SL, I can understand that. I took a picture, here it is to the left.

Also this week I met a cool new friend, Leif Ashdene. I was at some neko place and saw his profile, which sounded interesting, so I said hello - or something or other like that. He is really very smart and interesting. So we exchanged friend stuff. I started facebook but I am not sure I like it. I get a lot of requests from people to be my friend but I don't know who they are. I am sure they may be nice people (or maybe robots?) but I don't know if you can be friends with someone you don't know. It is like collecting a bag of marbles, some people have a big bag, but it is better to have a small bag with a lot of cool swirlies and glassies. (that is marble talk)

Now I am going to tie the term "TC" and neko together. Ready? I always remember cartoon cats were never the good guy. Like Sylvester and Jerry. They would get smashed up or blown up or some how hurt. A long time ago I was talking to Dougg Eebus (who must have disappeared) and he pointed it out. I do remember one cartoon, Top Cat, where the cats were the good guys. The other cats called him TC.

Now I am going to tie Andrej to the human head. Yes this is just like the circus or a magic act! "How will he do that?" you may wonder. Well I was really thinking I needed some new hair. (not really a new head but sort of) Last year Andrej found a Star Trek sim. I wrote about it here. I think the reason the old Star Trek was so popular was that our minds are just like the bridge of the Star Trek Enterprise. We want to be logical like Mr. Spock but we can't be because our emotions drive also. It is just like those little boats that go around and around in a circle at the amusment parks, you know the ones that little kids ride on. Not the "super scary throw up your cotton candy" ones, just the ones that go slowly around in a circle. Each seat has a steering wheel in it. That's because when you are a little kid you want to drive the boat, or car, or whatever. So we all have a bunch of steering wheels in our minds and they all steer. But you know the really odd thing is that all of these steering wheels are just for looks - they don't steer anything.

I'll have to think on this some more. Please take care dear readers and thank you for visiting.

Hark, an Egg!

Well dear blog readers I was doing something sort of dangerous. I was thinking about stuff. Sometimes if you think about something, something will come out. It is just like a chicken laying an egg. I never lived in the country so I am no expert on chickens. But I guess if I were a chicken grower, (or a chicken raiser?) I would go out to the chicken house and look and say "Hark, an egg!". I don't think people say "Hark" anymore, I think that word went out with Shakespeare. But it is a good word. Hark, an egg.

Well so anyway I was thinking about stuff and then - Hark, an egg!

I think there are three types of people.

1. Artists
2. People that don't have any ideas about anything, almost never.
3. Cool Thing Doers.

OK here are the details. Artists are busy making "Art" with a capital A. That's good. But when you look at it you have to put on an art hat, or wear art glasses. This requires a boat load of brain power to know all that art history stuff.

People that don't have any ideas are like bowling balls. You may say "Rammy why a bowling ball?" Well bowling balls have two holes at the top for the fingers. They look like eyes. Then a thumb hole that looks like a mouth going "Ohhhhh". That is what the heads of people who don't have ideas about anything look like. Just walking around going "Ohhhh".

Then there are cool thing doers. I will call them CTDs. CTDs just do stuff because it is cool. That's one of the things I liked about that Burning Man stuff. It is just a bunch of CTDs doing things you can look at and say "Man, that sure is a cool thing!", what ever that thing is.

OK now back to chickens. My friend Leigh won some baby chickens. They are really cute little chicks and make a cheep cheep sound. But you have to buy some sort of special chicken feed to keep them from croaking. Or kicking the bucket. Or going to that great chicken coop in the sky.

Then I had a mean thought. I would make the cutest thing you could ever think of - like a Japanese kitty type creature and give them away in SL. When people got them I would write a script that would make them cry and ask for special food from Rammy Urriah Enterprises and people would have to buy it or the poor little kitties will die. They would cry and cry and people would have to buy the special food because they would not want the cute kitties to die. I would become rich!

That is such an evil idea! Well I would NEVER resort to those sorts of things lest you fear your humble blog poster be, to quote "W" himself, an evil doer.

Please have a good time all and remember to enjoy life.