I hate things I don't want to know.
Like, it's impossible to burp or fart is zero gravity.
I mean, burping and farting aren't polite things, but admit it, there is something good about them. But people on the space station can do neither. I didn't want to know that.
And like, some scientists believe that consciousness goes beyond death, at least as long to realize you are dead.
I'm still ruminating on whether I want to have a conscious thought about being dead or not.
But I certainly didn't want to know that.
"Wow, I'm dead!" isn't something I'm sure I'd want to know.
Bob Evan's chain of restaurants might go bankrupt next year.
I don't know the last time I went to a Bob Evan's, but I don't want to think about them being non-existent.
Donald what's his name is still President.
I really didn't want to know that.
- have a new year like mine
- Man ("-impulator") of the people
- church bells and jeans
- I'm surprised how much it hurts....
- Going to Brooklyn
- A quiet Christmas
- I need to write about it
- Sermon last
- I warned you....
- not a bad law
- Funny thing about the cold
- An 'old' Advent II sermon
- How to stay Married
- poem I wrote
- Puli Christmas dreams
- Things you don't want to know
- We don't deserve her
- Advent One sermon
- Bush 41
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