Undirected thoughts

1. My process of completely assimilating a song has nearly formulaic in nature. I'll be living my life, as normally as I usually do, when I see something very obscure that reminds me of a song I heard on the radio. Or it will be something overt like a todaysbigthing video of a bunch of tough guys singing Savage Garden. Most recently it was Savage Garden. The stimulus is now planted. This song will be in my head for the next two days and I won't mind much...it's a catchy song. A few days pass. The song is still in my head and I have started to hate it until I want to bulldog the next person that says any variation of the words "truly, madly, deeply". A few more days pass. The anger fades. I hear the song on the radio and realize I have acted rashly. I now "buy" it on limewire and Savage Garden comes to their final resting place on the "good singles" playlist in my itunes.

2. If life operated as a mortal kombat tournament in a parallel universe Mike would be that universe's equivalent to Shang Tsung. The caveat being instead of killing your opponent you had to defeat them a pointless argument. There wouldn't be health bars, but 'soul bars.' You would lose when your will was crushed. Mike-Shang Tsung's fatality would be causing his opponent to break down into tears and then yell uncontrollably as he/she rushes into oncoming traffic.

3. Kudos to facebook for finally making it easier to delete friends. Double kudos to Megan for showing me how to do it. Too long have these freeloaders I met one time been claiming to be my friend. An internet rapture is looming and all those unworthy will be left behind in an apocalypse of chaos.