Be as boring as possible.

Oh! I have been meaning to tell you all this: I bought two boxes of Special K, because they were on sale. I opened one, and had a bowl, which was not unpleasant. Then I realized that there was a third box (and this is where it gets interesting!) - lurking in the pantry. That box was about 90 percent empty, though, and maybe that is why my mind was "prompted" to buy more at the store...I remembered it on some level! So, and this is weird, yes, I dumped the remaining small amount of Special K into the just-opened box, to "combine" them. I didn't even need the space, really, in the pantry. Something in me just wanted to "combine" them into one cereal entity. I wondered, is this OCD? Maybe. But maybe it's just that kind of "uniting" thing that is hardwired by evolution, or the thyroid or other science things, or something else.
 
You'd be extremely interested to know that my new Kodak R-27 neutral-gray cards arrived today. Not that I am into photography, more of a hobby collecting the cards. Some evenings I get them all out to put them side by side and compare them. I can spend hours simply looking at them, thinking how amazing it is that modern methods of mass-production can create such uniformity.
 
All my phone conversations are boring. So I thought it would be a good idea to set the ringtone on my phone to the sound of someone yawning. I looked, but I couldn't find a yawn ringtone online. So I tried recording my own yawn. But I couldn't seem to get a yawn going, try as I might. Then I got to thinking about when was the last time I yawned, and I couldn't really say for sure when that was. I tried even harder to solve this now vexing problem by boring the crap out of myself in order to force a yawn. That way, I thought, I would then know exactly how long ago it last was that I last yawned. I proceeded to evacuate my home of all its furnishings, right down to pulling up the carpet and unscrewing the light fixtures. I threw everything out onto the back lawn. The only thing I left in the house at all was me, a clock, and my cell phone. I sat cross-legged and naked on the bare wooden floor and then stared into the wall as the hour hand slowly completed one lap around the clock face after the next. Friday darkened into Saturday. Saturday swam into Sunday. Sunday was a fuzzy blur of light and shadow and silence. I was pretty damn whacked come Monday morning. So, it took me a while to realize the sound I was hearing was not coming from the depths of a dream. No, the sound I heard was the long awaited sound of my own self yawning. What made this realization all the more slow in dawning was the fact that my mouth was shut and my lips were completely sealed from not having opened my mouth in nearly three full days. How, then, could I be hearing myself yawn? My cell phone was the answer. It turns out that I had already had this idea but had forgotten. The yawning I was hearing was the ringtone I had recorded and set to my own yawn months ago. Someone was calling me. It was my boss at Northrop Grumman. He was calling to tell me not to bother coming in to work that day. I was fired. It was just as well he gave me the day off because l wouldn't have been able to get to work anyway. It turns out that I had miscalculated when I evacuated the house of all its furnishings. It was my front lawn, not my back lawn, where I had deposited all of my home's furnishings that Friday past, including my dressers, my entire wardrobe, my wallet, car keys, work ID badge, everything. Over the course of the weekend, my neighbors had robbed me blind and my car was stolen too. I still had my cell phone, though. I called the lone number I had saved in the phone's address book. It was my girlfriend's number. I hadn't seen her or received a phone call from her in four years, but I remembered the last time we went out she said, "Call me," so I did. I called her over and over and left text messages until my battery went dead.
 
You'd be extremely interested to know that my new Kodak R-27 neutral-gray cards arrived today. Not that I am into photography, more of a hobby collecting the cards. Some evenings I get them all out to put them side by side and compare them. I can spend hours simply looking at them, thinking how amazing it is that modern methods of mass-production can create such uniformity.

Will you frame them? Or is this more of a coffee table activity?

I have the same feeling about Pantone 14-1118 . Sure, it has a little less sex appeal than the 2012 Pantone of the Year, 17-1463. But it excites me to think that dentist offices and elementary school cafeterias can be unified worldwide in such stark, mind-blowing boredom.
 
Something in me just wanted to "combine" them into one cereal entity. I wondered, is this OCD? Maybe. But maybe it's just that kind of "uniting" thing that is hardwired by evolution, or the thyroid or other science things, or something else.

I think the need to diversify the gene pool in your cereal bowl is hard-wired. Others might say it was the Holy Spirit moving within you.
 
I made hot tea because it sounded good and then while waiting for it to steap, I guess I fell asleep. When I woke up the tea was not hot which left me wondering if making hot tea was just a dream and I was holding yesterdays tea. You know, I am feeling kina tired and think I'll make some hot tea because that sounds good.
 
Will you frame them? Or is this more of a coffee table activity?

I have the same feeling about Pantone 14-1118 . Sure, it has a little less sex appeal than the 2012 Pantone of the Year, 17-1463. But it excites me to think that dentist offices and elementary school cafeterias can be unified worldwide in such stark, mind-blowing boredom.

It's extremely unusual to receive such passionate questions regarding my hobby! But on the topic of framing, although I say I am not into photography per se, I did dabble for a time. I liked to photograph the sky, black and white, and if you looked on flickr you'd even see a thread there "clouds that look like nothing at all, other than clouds" group that I started. I have framed a few of my works, mounted on my dining room wall, a subtle tonal difference to the walls, a "feature wall" I think some people would call it... but anyway, what I've realised is that my neutral gray cards are quite indistinguishable from my photographic works... with the startling implication of course, that nature has always created similar monotonous uniformity as one sees in modern mass-production such as of that of neutral gray cards.
 
It's extremely unusual to receive such passionate questions regarding my hobby! But on the topic of framing, although I say I am not into photography per se, I did dabble for a time. I liked to photograph the sky, black and white, and if you looked on flickr you'd even see a thread there "clouds that look like nothing at all, other than clouds" group that I started. I have framed a few of my works, mounted on my dining room wall, a subtle tonal difference to the walls, a "feature wall" I think some people would call it... but anyway, what I've realised is that my neutral gray cards are quite indistinguishable from my photographic works... with the startling implication of course, that nature has always created similar monotonous uniformity as one sees in modern mass-production such as of that of neutral gray cards.

Oh! My apologies. I wondered if you would frame the Kodak R-27 gray cards to compare side-to-side, not your photographs. But now that I know they're there, I will rush right over to flickr. I imagine they could be found somewhere near the B/W photographs of completely still water.
 
Oh! My apologies. I wondered if you would frame the Kodak R-27 gray cards to compare side-to-side, not your photographs. But now that I know they're there, I will rush right over to flickr. I imagine they could be found somewhere near the B/W photographs of completely still water.

Completely still water! Do you think... would you enjoy some stimulating company one evening to peruse my collection? Possibly light refreshments... I have noticed some tempting unsalted, sugar-free wafer biscuits in the supermarket recently? Of course, I need to check the BBC channel listings to make sure this.. arrangement... would not conflict with my regular listening, but I could probably find a free evening later this week. I seldom find people so open about their fascination for neutral grays, you see.
 
Completely still water! Do you think... would you enjoy some stimulating company one evening to peruse my collection? Possibly light refreshments... I have noticed some tempting unsalted, sugar-free wafer biscuits in the supermarket recently? Of course, I need to check the BBC channel listings to make sure this.. arrangement... would not conflict with my regular listening, but I could probably find a free evening later this week. I seldom find people so open about their fascination for neutral grays, you see.

Well, I'm scheduled to watch my dishes dry later this week, but maybe you could stop by with that new dish soap of yours and we could make a night of it.

;)
 
I think the need to diversify the gene pool in your cereal bowl is hard-wired. Others might say it was the Holy Spirit moving within you.

Maybe so. I take pleasure in combining small things taking up four boxes into one large box with an overall smaller footprint. I believe that the Holy Trinity could be combined into one, Monotheistic package, and save space in, say, the garage.

I made hot tea because it sounded good and then while waiting for it to steap, I guess I fell asleep. When I woke up the tea was not hot which left me wondering if making hot tea was just a dream and I was holding yesterdays tea. You know, I am feeling kina tired and think I'll make some hot tea because that sounds good.

Steep learning curve.
 
Steep learning curve.

I know, right? Tea fmom this morning that is now cold looks so much like cold tea from yesterday. It is teamendously teadeous to tell them apart. At least I know it isn't 3 day old cold tea, because that tends to be a little more obvious as the rings inside the rim of the cup from the tea that has evaporated can be a bit more telling.... but keep in mind that this is not like counting the rings inside of a tree trunk. No, that is totally different. I mean that tells the age of the tree in years, and a cup of cold tea would definitely not last that long.
 
Maybe so. I take pleasure in combining small things taking up four boxes into one large box with an overall smaller footprint. I believe that the Holy Trinity could be combined into one, Monotheistic package, and save space in, say, the garage.

:D


You and the Unitarians.

It's funny to think that people have waged wars, started TV networks, erected enormous cathedrals, etc. all to house their god, and there he was in a boring old dusty box in your garage all along. What fools. I won't tell anyone. The secret is safe with me.
 
I know, right? Tea fmom this morning that is now cold looks so much like cold tea from yesterday. It is teamendously teadeous to tell them apart. At least I know it isn't 3 day old cold tea, because that tends to be a little more obvious as the rings inside the rim of the cup from the tea that has evaporated can be a bit more telling.... but keep in mind that this is not like counting the rings inside of a tree trunk. No, that is totally different. I mean that tells the age of the tree in years, and a cup of cold tea would definitely not last that long.

If I recall correctly, you broke a teacup last year that was very dear to you. Blue, I believe? How's your new teacup faring?

:D


You and the Unitarians.

It's funny to think that people have waged wars, started TV networks, erected enormous cathedrals, etc. all to house their god, and there he was in a boring old dusty box in your garage all along. What fools. I won't tell anyone. The secret is safe with me.

Thank you. Yes. (s)he/it is in witness protection, and protected from discovery by attack dogma.

Sorry. We are getting painfully witty and unboring. Where is our boring thread police officer? Off gaming and raising small humans again, I'll wager!
 
The day my recyclables go out was changed. It is still not the same day that trash goes out, but it is getting closer to trash day.
 
My phone number has three digits in common with the phone number of a famous professional bowler.
 
yesterday I got excited about buying new sketch pencils and a putty eraser. so much excitement wore me out and I fell asleep watching t.v.
 
If I recall correctly, you broke a teacup last year that was very dear to you. Blue, I believe? How's your new teacup faring?

*sigh* Yes. She was such a fine cobalt mug. I miss her still. But yes, after some time has passed, and I have sipped may a sip from the new one I find I like it just fine. I named her Betty because it felt right, but she isn't blue at all. She is white. She has a nice handle though that is comfy to hold. Whew, that reminds me... it's Saturday night which means it's time to pour tea.
 
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