Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Goose Drink

Goose Drink. You know. That stuff you get from the dairy - it's goose flavoured but it's too sweet. You'll swear to yourself how it tasted better when you were a kid and that the recipe has changed. You'll not once blame your own mouth and brain for altering your taste perception very slowly over time. That's okay though - it's not the first stop. The first stop (or 'mip' - an unused short word) often seems like the thing: it tastes different, so it must be different. Wait. What if the sensors are different, too?! Shit. Okay, that's an easy one. Think of another mip situation if you like. I'm moving on now.

Words. There are some really long words out there. There are also some very short words, like 'aa' which means 'basaltic lava forming very rough, jagged masses with a light frothy texture'. There are actually 96 two-letter words in English, all very useful for thrashing unsuspecting scrabble opponents, soon to be highly annoyed at your so-called 'words' allowed by your Scrabble Dictionary - and all of a sudden feeling as though the rules of Scrabble should be different so that your hard work memorising such words for the sole purpose of winning Scrabble wouldn't give you an advantage - suggesting rules such as 'you must know the meaning of the word to use it'. Load of orange pith, if you ask me. But hey - I understand. I just don't agree. Perhaps the word 'game' suggests that it's going to be fun. Check out the faces of people at the Olympic Games. Are they having fun? Mostly not. They look either terrified, determined, worn out, and often they cry - but it's still called 'games'. Even 'THE games'. The games by which all other games are measured by. Games where you can do a bloody fantastic job and get scored a 7/10. Anyway I'm off topic. Am I? Not sure.

Today I 'helped' two scientists (I called them that, they said that yes, science was involved in water testing). Actually I didn't really help at all. They were perfectly capable, but I was asked to be there in case the lid was difficult to get off the water tank. Anyway, that's not the amusing part. When I left I parted with a casual 'Mean as a chip on a spoiled holiday' - to which I got a blank stare which I interpreted as 'please explain' so I went on: 'If a chip was on a holiday that got spoiled, perhaps it would be upset and start being mean to people'. They asked if I was saying that they were mean like the chip. No no I explained - the meaner you can make the thing, the better the situation, as mean also is slang for good and it's a double-meaning bit of wordplay - and I went on: 'normally I would say "mean as a chip who was repressed as a potato" or something like that, with the primary objective being amusing myself at all costs, something I'm quite resourceful about.' Which is when I got a blank stare and a 'that's pretty out there', so I bode my final farewell and jumped over a hedge down a bank to make my way home. Later that day I found myself conversing about 'the middle of nowhere' as opposed to 'the edge of somewhere' and perhaps 'the middle of somewhere' and if nowhere was a place, perhaps it was also somewhere. Perhaps when someone states 'this is going nowhere' you could say 'yesss that must mean we're already somewhere. Boom.' And it was then that I imagined the scientists in the room and laughed. I know everyone's different, not only that but at different times throughout the day/week/month/year/life, but there seems to be a bit of a divide where if an individual explores ideas and wordplay it can be often blocked with a 'you're weird'. It does make it quick to find comrades in this thing called life though, I must say. Actually the more secure you can be in putting your honest personality out, the more your life, friends and opportunities will reflect and fit you perfectly. It's a beautiful thing. That is what I think right now without rigorous testing of the idea. Zing thing.

I'm so tired. Goose Juice.