I am using mom’s last set of scriptures to read the Sunday School lessons in church. This year we are reading the Old Testament. This is her note in Exodus 32 (you can see how awesome my mom was 🙂 :
I had a couple epiphanies Sunday morning.
Let me back up and explain. Are you familiar with the sitcom Big Bang Theory? If not, watch TBS on any given night. That will catch you up.
There was not much programming on television last week. Well, as always, something is always on but that something is not always worth watching. I don’t even really watch anymore, I just need background noise for when I’m doing worthwhile endeavors like surfing YouTube videos and keeping up with my peeps via Facebook.
So, I turn on the television and pay no attention to it for the evening. Or at least I think I do. There is a chance that even when ignored the programming digs into my psyche and takes root.
Last week, I settled on BBT on TBS almost every evening I was online. Did you know TBS plays it for three hours on Friday AND Saturday evening?
It does. And I had it on.
Late Saturday night or perhaps early Sunday morning, I had a dream. A rather odd dream. I dreamt the time was post-apocalyptic (if you have read more than one post in this blog you may realize that is a recurring theme in my dreams. Don’t judge me. Don’t analyze me. Let’s stay focused on the post at hand here) and the BBT characters were the only survivors. Well, the cast and the people in charge of the laugh track. Because there was still laughter.
They were holed up in a local building here in my hometown that used to be a bank. It’s a pretty white building in the “historic” (as historic as it can get when the town has been here for just over 100 years) downtown area. I used to work across the street from it and daydreamed I could buy it and turn it into my own video production studio. Ah, a different kind of dream.
As it is, the building is dilapidated and sits empty with boards in the windows. It should be torn down. But that’s another story.
Back to this story, the BBT cast holed up in this old building and tried setting up tents. They couldn’t figure out how. Enter Penny who just flipped the tent out of the box and it set itself up. Cue laugh track.
The biggest laugh came when one of the characters (I’m assuming Howard) stated epiphany number one: the guys (all scientists) are handy to have around before the apocalypse (to maybe prevent it – even though they didn’t in this case) but not so helpful after the fact (when it came to surviving).
It was funnier when he said it.
Epiphany number 2 occurred after I woke up: I really gotta lay off the BBT. So, I’ll be watching something else this week.
A favorite topic?
A dream is just a dream by ck
Dream a little dream by ck
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My niece Nic has chicks. In fact, there are four and they are no longer chicks. They are egg-laying (or soon to be) chickens. Her and her husband and their two children live in a suburb of a small metropolis. I’m not going to give you any more detail than that because their town isn’t zoned for chickens. So, if they get busted they will have to turn their chickens in or worse, turn their chickens into supper. That would be a sad day and will not happen on my account.
You know those “special” individuals that find the Virgin Mary in a grilled cheese sandwich? Or one of the Patron Saints in the bark of a tree? Be honest – could you see the image before it was suggested? Me neither.
Ah, another birthday. Another year older. NOT! So says the 90’s comeback. Thanks to my annual birthday road trip, another birthday could not find me. I am still twenty-nine and holding. Oh yeah, I’m sticking to that theory even if it is without proof.