Writings on the Wall.

So why did I change my blog from a clean, pure white color to a dirty, poop-brown?

Well I figure when the shit hits the fan the wall will get covered in poop. Furthermore, since these are my "writings on the wall" I figured it made sense - that somehow, in some roundabout way, the color change signifies the shit hitting the fan. Make sense?

On to more pressing topics, like how fascinating my living room light fixture is. No seriously. I am sitting in my chair and I have this remote control thing-a-majig (scientific jargon). Well, not only does this remote turn my light and fan on, but I can also change the speed of the fan, or make the fan go in reverse. This reverse function might seem silly and trivial to those uneducated folks out there, however, just the other day I was playing around with silly putty and hand warmers - well to make a long story short - the handwarmers got stuck to the ceiling by the silly putty. I know, in this situation most people would be very worried that the ceiling would get very hot and catch fire - this did happen by the way. However, my point is that I was not worried, because I very protractedly hit the reverse function on my fan and it proceded to cool down the ceiling and put out the flame.

Not only does the fan reverse, but I can also dim the light. I have a button that says "dim" and if I press it and hold it, it will slowly dim until dark and if I continue to hold it it will slowly light up the room til the light is at full power. This can be very entertaining to continually make the room light and dark without having to do the kindergarten "twilight zone move" where you furiously press the light switch up and down. Plus, if I listen to Pink Floyd and do the continual dim-light-dim move, I feel like an old man who's trying to rave but just doesn't have the stamina anymore. This creates a sort of out of body experience wherein I can much more easily relate to my parents and other older folks.

So for those of you who snickered when I mentioned the intrigue of my living room light fixture, we'll see who's eating snickers when I'm in 'the old man mindset' going into an interview and I connect with the boss and take your job.

hugs,
Me