Why Not?

Because it's not allowed.

Because it's not good for you.

Because your eyes will stay that way.

Because we didn't have that luxury in my day.

Because it isn't fair to the rest.

Because no one's ever done it.

Because it's too hard or too easy.

Because once you do it you won't want to stop.

Because in all likelihood you'll find it isn't what you'd imagined it to be, but by then it will be too late to undo it.

Because it's uncouth or uncool or it shows bad breeding, or too much in-breeding, or it's not being clever. In any case, it's just not done.

Because 'Y' is a crooked letter.

Go ask your mother, or conversely, go ask your father. If s/he says it's all right, then it's all right with me.

You'll understand when you're older.

Because you're not a kid anymore.

You just shouldn't.

No, really, you should.

I don't see why not.

It's My Belief We're All Crazy

It's my belief we're all crazy. I think we have to be to survive without scars.

There is no point in trying to deny the healthy aspects of approaching the game from the other end of the terminal. If you try to play by the rules, someone with a wider perspective will find reason to oust you. Take the limited but keep an ear to the conductor's announcements. There is more to be found at the next stop.

Sun comes up. Sun goes down. That's all you need to remember.

Don't make long term plans, but do listen to the weather report. It's only guesswork.

Seventh son of a seventh son. No reason to think you're blest in any degree.

Meet the regulars. Say hello. Don't give out more information required than enough to get you a seat. It's a long ride and you will grow tired standing. But again, be adaptable. As often as things are capable of change, they probably will. Keep your eyes peeled for an available seat, but if after three stops none becomes available, make your own. Sit on the floor.

Two men walk into a bar. That's a different story.

If the sun doesn't rise tomorrow, forget the preceding and go with Plan B.

Keep watching this space for further updates.

The Man is not on your side. He works alone. Notice his flawless skin? No scars? Think he's sane? Could be He's playing a different game. Maybe, though, He's been playing this one so long, the rules do not apply. Plan B involves living long enough to make your own rules.

Plan C is a combo situation and requires quick stepping back and forth between the previous two. It is inadvisable due to the wear and tear it affords. There is some scarring. There is no Plan D. Best to proceed until a roadblock presents the need to decide; do so rapidly and take another shot. Don't vacillate. There is never much to be gained.

Veterans achieve a measure of immortality but never beyond the measure of the species.

Best to you each morning. Sun comes up. Get dressed. Otherwise, plan your funeral. Don't bother with obituaries. Most people don't read them. And those that do, well, isn't it obvious why they do?

Try spot remover and remember laughter causes lines but it's the least painful course. Listen for the whistle. Have your ticket ready and hop on.

Nobody here but us chickens.

Once upon a time, in a galaxy far away...

Here's something to check out:

Yahoo 'Time Capsule' to Launch from Mexican Pyramid
The Mexican Pyramid of the Sun at the Teotihuacan archeological site outside Mexico City will serve as a “launch pad” for the digital information capsule
Yahoo to Launch Time Capsule From Mexican Pyramid
Time capsule to be beamed from Mexican pyramid
Yahoo To Pester Aliens With Earth News

If they asked you for something to include in the Time Capsule, what would you contribute?

That is to say, what do you think the aliens should know about Earth and its inhabitants?

Orange You Relieved?

There are no words in English to rhyme with month,
Unleth of courth you only uthe it wunth.
Another word for which there are no rhymes is orange, true
As it may be, I think I'm not, but aren't you
Relieved there is no exact match for silver,
Making it all much harder for a thief to pilfer?
And no dog's bark will suggest a rhyme for purple,
Nor a cat's meow, but a little birdie's chirp will.