Walking Oxy-Morons

I don't really have a good reason for blogging today except I felt like babbling a bit. There is a fly buzzing around in my room and starting to annoy me but I'm too lazy to do something about it. So why not do some blogging instead?

That picture is from last weekend when we went to see The Music Man. It was definitely amusing. Hehe....aMUSing...ok nevermind. Ok to make up for a bad joke I will reveal a deep and dark truth about myself: In most plays no matter how much I like them, I always get a little bored for about half an hour towards the end. I don't really know the explanation for this phenomenon, as I love plays and particularly musicals. I love them; I crave them; I enjoy them. Except for the part where I get really bored towards the end.

But I guess we are all walking oxy-morons at heart. Not that our hearts can walk. Ok maybe that didn't come out right. I just think that in the core of my being, and probably yours too, there are a lot of things that completely contradict each other. Walt Whitman did a pretty good job of explaining that.

Hmm that's a pretty profound thought. I should develop it sometime.