1. I tried making all kinds of categories. But. What's the point if it limits me.
2. Give a man a pea and he eats for a day. Teach a man to pea and he eats for lifetime. Also. Give a man a nut. So forth. And. So on.
3. I really think I should get working on my script for a sitcom. I'll just combine two things I like to talk about. Sorta. Work. And. Superheroes. So. If the superheroes all worked in an office. And. The stuff they have to deal with. And. How they deal with it. It might be better as a short film. Possibly a full length motion picture. Webseries more likely. Maybe. Comic strip. I don't know. But. Here's one. If Clark Kent has like ridonkulous typing speed. Like. Probably 60 wps. That's words per second. Not the standard minute. Anyway. He probably jammed a lot of typewriters. So. Really. He had to make an effort to type slow. I was always under the impression he could bang out one crazy long essay in 3 seconds. But. Now that I know there is an upper limit. It doesn't seem as impressive. That's why. Word processors are the way to go.
4. Maurice Clarett. What happened to you man. He was one of those people destined for greatness. Now. He's destined for the opposite of that.
V. Smokers. Bikers. Off the top of my head. People in those categories. Can strike up automatic conversations with other people in those categories. But. How come they seem not as social otherwise? Like. Smokers talk about smoking. And. Bikers talk about biking. I guess it helps they're usually doing what it is they do. When. They're doing what it is they do.
6. Where are my word bubbles. And. Being back on the left hand side. If I'm going to do this tagging thing. Killkaraoke should accomdate me.
7. Happy Birthday Sara.