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I guess I lucked out, my childhood was pretty ideal. My parents were pretty well off, we had a nice house away from the suburbs in a more wooded area, with a creek on both sides and fields with wild horses and lots of huge oak trees to climb.

It was such a beautiful area that I could explore and play in it all day long - it was just great. I don’t think kids get that much of a rural experience anymore, the place has since been overdeveloped and it doesn’t have any fields or open spaces anymore.

Yeah, I agree with that - if I could opt to be whoever I want, I’d want to be reincarnated as myself again. I can’t imagine a more wonderful life or a better childhood than what I was lucky enough to have. I’d love to go around again if I had the chance.

I’n not sure I believe in reincarnation for many reasons, not the least of which is since we don’t retain consciousness of our past lives, there’s no way to actually improve over the life you supposedly lived over and over again previously.

Yet as a kid I had these wild dreams of things I hadn’t yet any knowledge about, such as certain heiroglyphic texts I encountered which I later learned were actually genuine artifacts in the real world, and the dreams I always had of walking by hot river at night, nearly naked, with palm trees bent by the hot winds - night after night, the same dream.

It might not be past lives at all, but some stream of collective consciousness that exists inside all of us at some cellular level, or memories that exist in the collective environment we all share.

Good point, and that’s what makes science so exacting and hard - finding ways to incorporate a “uranus” joke whenever possible.

Hmmm the keytar, eh? I’d like to try that sometime. I remember someone saying, you never really get to make the art you set out to make; there’s always a struggle between your idea and the medium you’re working in. With painters, for example, you have an idea but the canvas and paint have their own behaviors and what you end up is never exactly what you had in mind.

Your post just reminded me of that. With us musicians, it’s the fight between what we want to make with music, and the instrument itself; a piano is a beast with teeth you have to approach from the side, before it decides it’s going to eat you alive.

Exactly. And some people view every post as some kind of assault on their own views or values. It makes me reluctant to post anything that may be quite radical or a unique take on something, because no matter my intentions, someone takes umbridge at it (and they really shouldn’t, we need the wood).

Anyway - I don’t mean to step on anyone’s sacred cow when I post things, I’m just trying to bring a new slant or point of view most of the time. I’m fine with someone saying “I disagree, and here’s why.” I’m not fine with people saying, “I disagree because you’re a stupid idiot.”

Well - good point. I see myself as an asshole most of the time too. And I am. I don’t deny I’m selfish and self-centered, but I do try to subjugate those things when I’m around others. Most people see me as a quiet, wallflower type of person - they don’t know the real asshole within. Sort of the Bigfoot of all Assholes in some situations.

: ) I could’ve made a ‘uranus’ joke also, but that’d be going a bit far.

Gotta have that first cup of coffee in the morning to wake up. Without it I feel sluggish and headachy all day - partly due to the dependence on the caffeine. Also i drink Diet Coke in the afternoon and evening, and without it I get pounding headaches. My general doctor recommended caffeine to help with migraines.

I do like tea, though - I’ve got peppermint tea on hand for soothing my various gastric problems. But it just doesn’t work as a hot drink for me first thing in the morning.

That’s the reality how people see themselves. Everyone else is an asshole - but not me.

It’s almost as funny as that old timey comic about our 20th president, “Garfield.” The president who loved lasagna and would often exclaim “I hate Mondays!”

Or in the case of my cat, lick the hand that feeds you. Then bite and grab it with your forepaws and kick the hell out it with your back legs. It might be a hand or it could be a deadly sea creature come to invade the house.

Jupiter and Saturn are laughing their "G"asses off at us. Look at that stupid little pea-sized earth with its single puny moon. And they can’t even get a lander on it upright!!!

I’ve been trying to learn the piano for over 50 years. And I get why someone would ask “Why.” Because you cannot ever really master it.

I have had some transactional benefit, I’ve played for weddings at $25 an hour and such, but it’s not the reason I pursue it. It challenges my brain and fingers in ways that can be very frustration but sometimes has very sublime results.

Uhhhh to them it probably sounds like, “Hey I’m right here and marinating in my own sweet juices. Come and get it!”

Yep, life is waiting to kill you. Life is what happens between the moments that life is actually trying to kill you. How deep is that!

Now excuse me, my toaster is on the rim of my bathtub rim and the toast is stuck so I need to stick a fork into it.

Hee hee. I feel like the one being sealioned most of the time. It doesn’t matter what I say, “I should like to have a reasonable debate about what you said. What proof do you have that this has ever happened, and if you don’t say something I like I’ll be back again to hound you about it until you validate me in a way that I sorely need.”

Thanks! Although I already self congratulated myself for being me. I’m me! And that’s truly amazing to me.

Wow that really stings because it’s true. I don’t think I forgive people, but I do scan the obits to see if they’re dead yet. Then I yell, “Look who’s still standing, bitch!” And then I feel good because I’m a selfish prick anyway - and I’m all about forgiving myself for that.

That sounds a lot more like my style. I like to go at my own pace and so I’m more into casual puzzle type games. Thanks for the suggestion!