A mind melted with shrink wrap fumes.

I now have a job. This is a good thing. This job allows me to get things that will allow me to progress in my learning and in turn become a better and more involved member of society. However, I spend a lot of time alone at this job. I am trying to use this time efficiently by listening to audio books or think about homework assignments, or do something that keeps my mind occupied so it doesn't wander. Sometimes I don't do such a good job at keeping my brain occupied and my 3.3 lbs of grey matter starts to snatch at anything it can pummel for a few seconds with its neurons. This sometimes leads to some very interesting results...

To give you a prime example of the bizarre stuff my mind will churn out, I went on a solid 30 minute monologue between this old lady and some Cornell (I think I just butchered the spelling of that, I was aiming for a military figure. I can say the word, but I don't know how to write it. I have run into a few of those in the last few days). One snipped I can remember happened after I opened a box of plastic piggy banks, and all the pigs were on their backs. It went like this. "Cornall, why are all the piggies standing on their heads?"

"Well I don't know Mrs. Partridge. Perhaps it is because of this. As you know, pigs can't look up, so it is hard for them to see the stars. Maybe they wanted to see the stars so bad that they did hand stands so they could look down at the stars, then they may have fallen over."

"Hand stands, you mean like this..."

"That is pretty impressive for an old lady like you, but just to let you know maam. I can see your bloomers."

"It's rude to look at a person's bloomers."

five minutes after this incident I decided I have been standing next to the shrink wrap machine too long this week.

Here is annother example of the madness that isolation can cause.

I am not a conspiracy theorist. But as I sat in the back room pulling orders off the shelf, this came to mind and at the time sounded completly plausable. In light of Michael Jackson's recent passing, it came to mind that the King of Pop is supposed to be dead, right along with the King of Rock, Elvis Presly. But Rumors still go arround that the King of Rock is not dead. It just so happens that the King of Pop married the King of Rock's daughter for a short period of time. What if, in reality, neither are dead. The two Kings have been in contact with each other for years, they have been plannning this "Big Comeback" for their entire life. They would set up the shows, and get all the tickets sold. Then the King of Pop would unexpectedly (and somewhat mysteriously) die. Sales of his music would go back through the roof. They wait for the media to die down a little bit, maybe a couple of weeks. Then it happens. In an epic Thriller style, They both show up "back from the dead" at someone else's concert, together, the Two Kings of Music. They steal the Show. Later they go on the tour they had set up in the first place. It is not just a "come back" to popularity, but a "Come Back" from the grave. Their popularity and ratings and sales and everything else skyrockets through the roof to never before imagined heights as they begin producing crossover songs that they have kept secret, their best works. Michael Jackson finally fulfills his lifelong dream, to top his previous best. This new success, which spreads not only through old lines, but comes alive in Generation X, erases any bad mark or controversy in their lives. They become ever more undisputed Kings of Music.

Crazy huh.. My brain needs a throtle adjuster that I can just pull back on when I'm not doing anything productive with it.

~SB