For Those Who Can Find It

Ahhh.

Vacation. For my family, but not for me, unfortunately.
Every student and teacher looks forward to the
return of warm weather, because it signifies that the school
year is at an end.

So, what then? Should I be like everyone
else in the workforce, working summer months? Or
could I make it as a teacher? Could I shoulder the
responsibility of attempting to impart knowledge to
eager minds, or minds eager to do anything but
tests and quizzes?

My mother was a teacher, giving junior high kids an art
education. But I can’t teach art. I’d like to teach
magic, or trickery, scavenger hunts, puzzles with
elaborate clues. But can I find a job that pays me for that?

Let’s say that I would turn out to be good teacher,
or that I was passable. Let’s say I taught puzzles, or tricks
of language. The problem would be the next class.
Kids taking my class would have the answers to my questions.

Returning students could simply pass these questions, which
I labored over, to the next batch of students. It wouldn’t be
Geography or Math, which is something relatively fixed, and
having relatively firm rules to base my teaching on. But
teaching tricks? Perhaps they’re better done for fun.

Famous Last Lines To Movies Yet To Be Written

01. “Grab the hammer and the turkey baster. We’re going to Vegas.”

02. “Reginald, this is your chewing gum talking. Now listen very carefully…”

03. “We are the invasive species!”

04. “Ummmmmmmm… Infinity?”

05. “Mr. Johnson is dead and would like a word with you.”

06. “If you ever need any spare body parts, you know where to find me.”

07. “Oh, fistyloofing crumbcakes!”

08. “She was my giraffe and she always will be.”

09. “Everybody do the shimmy!”

10. “That’s the end of that. Or is it?”

I’m Not Sure How Random These Are, But There Are Six Of Them

A dreamy, steamy meme, from Freida Bee:

*Link to the person who tagged you.
*Post the rules on your blog.
*Write six random things about yourself.
*Tag six random people by linking to their blogs.
*Let each of the six know they’ve been tagged by leaving a comment (on each blog).
*Let your tagger know when your entry is up.

1. I am really enjoying living in Brookfield lately. The sun is warming up things, and the friendly bunch of neighborhood kids are out playing again. My kids have a good time outside. There are three parks within walking distance of our house. We had a really nice and relaxing time at the Brookfield Zoo yesterday. It’s not the big urban center of Chicago (the reason I moved up from Springfield in the first place), but it’s cool.

2. My favorite word of praise is “cool”. My favorite word of disapproval is “stupid”.

3. I have recently realized that I am ignorant of a fair amount of enormously-popular celebrities currently walking around and getting their stupid pictures taken.

4. I don’t ever want to have a dog, because a dog is a pooping baby that never grows up.

5. I hate clutter but am oblivious to filth. I could live in a really dirty apartment (and I have), but at least every dirty thing would be in its proper place.

6. I can’t keep up with my 3-movies-at-home Netflix subscription. I’m going to need to ratchet it down a couple movies. Am I ever going to watch The Changeling? Maybe I’ll just wait until Halloween.

Splotchy, Amateur Neuroscientist

Well, now that I have seen faces in a few places, it seems my mind has opened up to the possibility of human faces in a variety of objects.

For instance, I looked down at our downstairs bathroom sink this weekend, which we’ve had for at least a couple years, and suddenly now there is a face as clear as day.

For those of you who want to see what this face would look like with a horribly runny nose, I have obliged you here:

This faucet face was always there, waiting for me to see it, but I didn’t notice it until I started again exercising this strange little nook of my brain, a nook which I seemed to use quite a bit when I was younger.

It made me think about dreams. I usually don’t remember my dreams, and when I do remember them, they usually slip away from me very easily. It’s strange — during the moments of the dream they are very real, but somehow their ephemeral nature makes them less memorable than something I physically experienced.

Years ago, I found an exercise that I could engage in to help me recall some of my dreams. I have a few dreams that I have been able to retain fragments of over the years — a nightmare of a neon clown throwing pies at me, a dream where I jumped slow-motion into puddles. I have found that when I revisit these dream memories it opens up doors to other dreams. They just suddenly pop in my head. From these newly-remembered dreams I can then remember others, and so it goes like some sort of remembrance-chain. All these dreamed experiences are still lurking around in my head somewhere, it’s just accessing them that’s the tricky part.

Our brains help us get through life in so many ways, but are still well beyond the reach of our understanding (a brain understanding itself is kind of an interesting concept in and of itself). I think my renewed bouts of pareidolia and my dream-remembering exercises are somehow connected, but I’m not sure how.

Oh, just in case you’re looking for a reflection of a nekkid Splotchy in those faucet pics, I *am* in the reflection, but am fully clothed. Sorry ladies!

Lake Alley / Miasma Row Update

So, after a very rough day at work on Friday (04/18), I finally pull into our alley at around 7:45pm.

I was surprised by a couple things. One, virtually all the water witnessed in the alley photo of Monday (04/14) had evaporated.

Two, the friendly elves of Brookfield had filled in one of the larger crevasses of the alley with some gravel.

Everything’s coming up Splotchy!

Oh, before I forget, let me present the doodle for the other winner of the Name That Alley contest.

For Bubs: Bubs pulling a big-ass catfish out of the water.

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