Miscellanea

You don't have to do much more than put on your socks in the morning to realize that reality is bizzarre. I mean, look at your feet for a second. How absurd can you get? Better put on those socks quick. And don't let's start thinking too closely about the socks, or we'll never get out the door with a straight face.

Thing is, most of us get over it. We become acclimated to the wackiness of life until gradually, alarmingly, all of it begins to seem normal. Even sensible. Just an inevitable part of human development, I guess - losing our grip on the surreality of reality. Unless, of course, you're like me. Which brings us to the present moment.

Like the majority of my fellow human beings, I am a biped, and today two of my two peds are draped in a semi-fold over this funny swivelling platform in front of a glowing slab. I'm thinking of launching a series of ridiculous ramblings to celebrate the fact of my existence; the fact of everything's existence, really. Because when you think about it, the weirdest thing of all is that we're all here.

There must be a reason...