Wow… holy balls, I mean really. Where did the time go? I unexpectedly disappeared like Shenmue 3 development time.* I always felt time was an illusion, and in some ways it makes sense. But other times, I think it is like a vacuum. It’s as if it’s contained somewhere and when you get sucked in, there is no escape.

I bet Houdini would figure out how to escape time though. Let’s not question how he would do it, but he’d do it. How would I escape, however, is probably the question on your mind. With that said… I’d probably escape it by using a secret trap door, smoke, and mirrors. That or just duct tape. In fact, I’d be a lot more likely to do a MacGuyver thing and escape by using a slinky, stretchy glue, and a sack of marbles. Don’t question how I’d do it with those things, but I’d do it.

Anyway, time did a number on my… let’s just say, my personal front. I know, that creates an image that’s surreal AND painful. Funny, that’s how I think of my life. Life is painful ’cause of the images I make myself visualize, and surreal because… of the images I make myself visualize. Hmm, getting the feeling that I do a lot of this crazy stuff to myself. But maybe it’s not that the stuff feels crazy, and maybe it’s not that I do this to myself. It’s probably just the way I look at things. Ya see, when you find yourself having to entertain yourself in a bedroom throughout a good chunk of your life, anything outside of that room might seem a little “different.” The trick is, however, to remind yourself that just because things seem different, it doesn’t mean that they’re bad. It only means you’ve achieved individuality.

By the way, remember how I said there was a baby lizard in my room in that last post? I haven’t seen it since. I’m thinkin’… that it slipped through an air vent and went out through the air conditioner. It’s the most likely solution, but you know what would be an awesome way for a baby lizard to escape? If it hitched a ride on one of my cats and did some crazy acrobatics to dodge their attempts to eat ‘im while successfully slipping through the door just as it closes from me re-entering the house, resulting not only in a successful escape, but also resulting in my cats immediately tackling me against a wall. And aside from that last part, I think it’d make for a cool action scene in an animated movie about a lizard. It shall be called… “I Am Not a Newt.” Rolls off the tongue nicely, doesn’t it?

*cheap shot, I know.