confessions of a professional idiot

"I have a dream," said Coleridge, with a grand light shining in his eye,
"... and i have managed to lose it" he sheepishly went on.

One of the tragedies of my life at the moment, only one mind you, is the absence of a laptop with connectivity. For example, this morning alone the world might have lost the profoundest words of wisdom to spring from this fertil(ised) mind just because they happened to spring forth when i was performing my daily ablutions (to put it discreetly) or, for the more literal minded among my many non-readers, was otherwise engaged on the pot.



All that remains of what i clearly remember as brilliant stuff now forever lost in the deepest darkest recesses of godaloneknows where, is ( unlike the little fragment that eventually became Qubla Khan) merely the title. And like they say, even 'he saw that it was good'. But that was before sunday happened to him. And he's been enjoying the brilliance of that last invention of his, the day of rest, ever since. (Incidentally, i have it on good authority that his penultimate invention was the hammock, which of course is linkable through direct causality to the Last Brilliant Idea.) I mean, c'mon, The Day Of Rest!!! no wonder he's still the cat's miaow, you could rest on your laurels for eternity for something like that, not to mention the neverending party you could throw just on the royalties. Everybody but everybody wanted a piece of the action when it first came out, and people will still kill for a good share of sunday.


Quote for the day:
"The number of taxonomists and ecologists is dwindling the world over at an alarming rate."
I kid you not, this aint no disguised attempt at humour or irony. It aint even from the pages of MAD.
( MAD - the one sane voice still around, apart from the Simpsons. Though it seems almost incestous, one wonders what you'd get if you crossed the two.)