Oh my goodness. Thanks for the *snork!* -- needed that. My current fave from my lil' keyword counter? That one unique soul who came to my site after a Google search for "trialogue on abrasives".

I get a lot of perverts visiting my site. They come looking for a child bride but they stay for the sheep love. Lot of people from the High Steppes and the Middle East come that way.

The world is a deeply ridiculous place. The
trouble is, how to respond? The utter absurdity pulls us to laugh in the main but some days are just for weeping the ridiculousness out. Foolishness - I'll call her a she - knows that life is hard and dangerous, and worse, indifferent, but she recommends that we use her to blind ourselves to the truth of that. The only way to deal with real life is to cloak ourselves in Foolishness like religion, or crystal-gazing or whatever hokum we choose that makes us feel better. Or to act the goat or explain ourselves away with stories blah blah. Religious people and fools - are the only people with a buffer to muffle out reality. Foolishness is just wise enough to knows that in order to be happy in a hopeless world, she must blinker herself from that knowledge with more foolishness and try to believe some other crap that doesn't hurt as much. Like in King Lear, the paradox of "foolish wisdom." God help us all if we have to look at reality without stories or some idea that anything means anything at all. The indifference of the universe to our fate would bleach our eyeballs blind.

Jesus, didn't mean to go quite so maudlin as all that.

Here's a joke to make up for it:

What's red and stupid?

- A blood clot.

I am a fool, thank fuckforit. My preferred form of foolishness is not religion, though, it's secular. Christopher Hitchens regards literature and art to be the proper study of man, not religion, and I'm with him on that. And of course, like any other fool, I firmly believe everyone should agree with me.

How in God's red hell did i wind up yacking about this shit? I should've gone to Mamma Mia, I knew it.

Lori, I've often thought of your site as a trialogue on abrasives, so Google may have been reading my mind. I wouldn't put it past them.

pcbride, I couldn't agree more, except for the Mamma Mia part. At some point in our evolvementation, we humans developed a consciousness, which allows us to contemplate the fact that life does not respond to contemplation, and it's driving us mad. Learned joke theorizers have theorized that the purpose of jokes is to momentarily give us a glimpse into the world's implacable indifference to our rickety little rational constructs, which results in a spontaneous burst of laughter, which we find preferable to a shriek of terror.

Hm. Maybe I should just avoid posting late at night. Maybe it's like eating peperoni pizza before bedtime. with similar gassy results.

Oh, and thanks for the blood clot jokes. I can't wait to tell it to the neighborhood kids. Here's another one:

What's brown and sticky?
A stick.

*snork* again!

And...aayyyyyiiiieeeee, it's true about Google:
http://tiny.cc/y23dy

also love the clot joke. kinda sums up the whole thing doesn't it.

It is SO deeply ridiculous. Which is why I am such a fan of you.

Even though you haven't left me a comment since the late 60s.