A veritable potpourri of nothingness

I am back. I had some amusing thoughts, though probably amusing to me alone. I would like to share them but I have been told that I am bad with sharing. It must be because I am the eldest child. I have been told by the Wife that I do not like to share. It is funny.

I think it is funny because it is a matter of perspective. She was the youngest child in her family, so "sharing", as she puts it, benefited her without cost. As the eldest of three, sharing to me was tantamount as a forced taking to placate my younger sibling(s). I was not given a choice, I was commanded. How can I share when my experience with "sharing" was having shit taken from me? See, it is not my fault I am so fucking selfish and anti-social.

There, now that I have gotten that off of my chest, my self-esteem remains intact.

I was just reading about some woman who was in a wicked (I say that given what occurred) car accident. Her skull was separated from her spine but the skin, spinal cord and other tissue remained intact (damn, "intact" must be word of the day). It is called internal decapitation. She cannot hold her head up, her eyes are crossed and she has trouble swallowing but is otherwise okay. That is gruesome.

Apparently, we, up here in Canada, are about to clampdown on foreign strippers. The government is going to start denying work permits to foreign strippers to prevent them from being abused and to clamp down on human traficking. It is going to be a sad day up here, especially when it gets cold, when there will be no Eastern European hotties coming over the pond to strip for us gentlemen. They do not age well (the Babushka gene apparently) so you have to see them while they are youngish, or else the mole hairs become really coarse and unattractive. Are we raising enough home grown strippers to fill the demand? That is a legitimate sociological question. I am going to do some research on this, I guess I am going to need a lot of single bills.

Ciao