That was DEEP...I feel like a chimp now with all the Scrapple I write here and she is getting all sincere and factual...
Listen people, Rachel just gave me WAY too much credit for what has been going on here. I think this is some rare strain of Stockholm Syndrome where she is a shut-in captive and all she has had to listen to is my mess, her own semi-coherent musing and I-tunes @ .99$ a pop...
She is describing th 2nd Law of Thermodynamics, about things falling into disorder/disarray if left on there own...blah,blah..She has just sat here this last month and deliberately tuned her heart to what is most vital and prioritized herself into a focused, motivated, efficient bumblebee...MY bumblebee..my Pink Bumblebee...
TIWTMH...ha!
Actually if you all must know what the REAL meaning of Superfatting is.... Well, it is a little know fact in the military that AR 600-9 is a program where a unit is self sustaining via cannibalism. we Superfatten certain preselected members of the unit and they carry around our daily protein and fat requirements until such time as it is needed. In this way the army is cutting down on the financial burden to the taxpayer of longterm healthcare of the superfatted staff and defrays the feeding cost of the unit as a whole as well as reducing the need for freezer space and power needs. I think that the Army got the idea originally from Jonathan Swift's essay "A Modest Proposal" written in 1729 about relieving Ireland's famine and financial burden. The Army has refined the whole process and it is only practiced outside of US territorial waters AND during time of war. That is what superfatting REALLY is.
A person so inclined and properly motivated can cut through cell bars with dental floss and toothpaste...T or F?
I am a thrift store enthusiaficionado...I like my khakis broken in already and my t-shirts on the vintage side. I draw the line at socks and shoes though, usually.
Name an Eskimo watercraft that ends in K besides kayak?
I can't wait to get a slick, powerful (easy to clean) blender and a nice produce section so I can make my wife healthy, bright smoothies and slushes all the time...
She is nearly spasmodic and acting sort of torettes-ish over this foreign language that she is learning called calculus. It seems to be a replacement cipher of sorts, a type of code where letters become numbers and I become the unknowing participant in the calculus disco...
I like to have a couple of phrases handy at all times in case something pops off and I need to handle it through verbal aikido (the new judo)...sort of all purpose sound bites like"... it is not what it appears to be..", "I'll be the judge of that", "so the saying goes...", "a giraffe of a different color..."look both ways before you sneeze..."...things to buy some time to think or escape while my conversation companion is trying to figure out what they missed..."it is lost in transliteration..." it is helpful if they are or sound like well worn clichés that seem deeper than they really are...kind of like the seemingly deep blue of the cobalt abyss in a port-o-potty that is in actually mere inches...that my fellow blogovinites is an awesome analogy, in my faux humble opinion.
This Is Where The Magic Happens...
adieu blogoroos
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