Hello, Gentle Readers, and Happy New Year!
You may have wondered where I, with my scintillating wit (or, is that not a scintilla of wit?) have been lurking, lo these many moons. And suns.
Well, the truth can finally be told.
I rent my brain. Sort of. Actually, I realized recently that I own a time-share in a community brain. Explains a lot, doesn't it?
Well, to be fair, it is a rather large brain. Quite large. Several more lobes than usual, which explains why it can be used by more than one person.
I came to this realization when discussing with a friend (let's call him "Chris") the similarity of thought pattern we displayed in conversation with each other.
"Chris" is not the only person with whom I share this phenomenon. There is also virtual sister "Jenny", my brother "Jim" (all actual names, I just like using quotes around them) and, apparently, "Chris"'s sister "Angele", whom I have not, in fact, actually met, but I have conversed with, in a fashion.
No doubt there are others in the brain collective. Perhaps you, "Gentle Reader".
OK, enough with the name quotes.
My lobemate Chris and I realized during one conversation that the only way that we could have such similar thoughts would be if we shared access to a common brain, sort of like the Jungian collective unconscious, except that we are conscious. Mostly.
This is how it works for me:
There are days when I feel that I can tap into a lot of smarts. More smarts than I need, probably. These are great days. I feel that I could power entire towns in Iowa with the wattage produced by my cranium.
Unfortunately, I frequently don't have access to all of those brain cells, because someone else in the brain collective has them at that time. You know, it pays to book early.
So, for the last several months, I have not had as much access to my personal lobe and/or lobes of the brain collective as I (or certainly, those who live with me) would have liked. Many demands for brain access were being made, and timeshare rates were at a premium. I had to stumble along using my brain stem, or whatever, to make important decisions like what to have for dinner, or to remember where I put my shoes.
Blogging is not an activity that the brain stem does well, or so it would seem.
Sometimes, it would appear that we members of the collective brain are all using the brain timeshare at the same time. That would be when those other voices appear in my head. Those times are mentally chaotic, to say the least.
I believe that the brain itself is actually housed in a former limestone mine in Boyers, Pennsylvania. The method by which actual brain access is achieved remains, however, a mystery yet to be solved by scientists who actually own their own entire brains.
It is good to have some mystery in life, don't you think?
You may have wondered where I, with my scintillating wit (or, is that not a scintilla of wit?) have been lurking, lo these many moons. And suns.
Well, the truth can finally be told.
I rent my brain. Sort of. Actually, I realized recently that I own a time-share in a community brain. Explains a lot, doesn't it?
Well, to be fair, it is a rather large brain. Quite large. Several more lobes than usual, which explains why it can be used by more than one person.
I came to this realization when discussing with a friend (let's call him "Chris") the similarity of thought pattern we displayed in conversation with each other.
"Chris" is not the only person with whom I share this phenomenon. There is also virtual sister "Jenny", my brother "Jim" (all actual names, I just like using quotes around them) and, apparently, "Chris"'s sister "Angele", whom I have not, in fact, actually met, but I have conversed with, in a fashion.
No doubt there are others in the brain collective. Perhaps you, "Gentle Reader".
OK, enough with the name quotes.
My lobemate Chris and I realized during one conversation that the only way that we could have such similar thoughts would be if we shared access to a common brain, sort of like the Jungian collective unconscious, except that we are conscious. Mostly.
This is how it works for me:
There are days when I feel that I can tap into a lot of smarts. More smarts than I need, probably. These are great days. I feel that I could power entire towns in Iowa with the wattage produced by my cranium.
Unfortunately, I frequently don't have access to all of those brain cells, because someone else in the brain collective has them at that time. You know, it pays to book early.
So, for the last several months, I have not had as much access to my personal lobe and/or lobes of the brain collective as I (or certainly, those who live with me) would have liked. Many demands for brain access were being made, and timeshare rates were at a premium. I had to stumble along using my brain stem, or whatever, to make important decisions like what to have for dinner, or to remember where I put my shoes.
Blogging is not an activity that the brain stem does well, or so it would seem.
Sometimes, it would appear that we members of the collective brain are all using the brain timeshare at the same time. That would be when those other voices appear in my head. Those times are mentally chaotic, to say the least.
I believe that the brain itself is actually housed in a former limestone mine in Boyers, Pennsylvania. The method by which actual brain access is achieved remains, however, a mystery yet to be solved by scientists who actually own their own entire brains.
It is good to have some mystery in life, don't you think?
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5 comments:
Yay! Welcome back Val!
so that's it!
I got my request for lobe-time in early this year
Yes, finally an explanation that makes sense.
I did! I did wonder where the blogs went!
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