No Bones About "It" - Picture of the Week

Blob Fish

Boneless, jelly like, slimey, ... putrid. Reminiscent of a raw chicken breast. Disgusting. THIS is why I have a panic attack whenever I'm in the ocean and something brushes against my leg.

Don't bother reading the story, it's garbage.

What you talkin about Willis?

Money. That's what Willis is talkin about. At least now that he's getting what is rightfully his...

It seems that life has been a series of unfortunate events for Willis squared, beginning at birth when his parents thought it would be funny to give him the double moniker Willis.

Tuesday, it was reported, Willis Willis the lottery winner finally got some of his money back after being duped by a 25 yr old Nepalese convenience store employee. Poor ole Willy seriously underestimated the savagery of a hungry and greedy college student with compromised morals.

Which is why whenever I play the lotto I am sure to check my own numbers myself.

The reality is, the impersonality of this current world requires an increased level of skepticism. The abilities we have today as the human race are incredible. We can travel across the globe in 12 hours, we can skype business partners on different continents, we can disseminate information with the click of a button.... All which have both great benefit and great danger.

We don't know each other. We didn't grow up on the farm next to you. Our parents don't know each other. I didn't date you in high school. And this lack of connection invites foul play which breeds mistrust. The world is becoming compartmentalized as we become more individualized and independent.

Lucky for Willis Willis, the law was able to offer some sort of recompense. But I wouldn't bank on that for much longer. We're on our way to the cold and lifeless land of robots and flying cars.

Gaga 2040:

Sense and Sensibility

"I hate the way sneezes smell", I told my friend.

(Yes, there is matter, therefore there can be a smell.)

Shortly after, I realized not everyone can smell their sneezes. Which brought to my attention all the other things I am somehow able to pick up on that no one else does. Like what people are cooking in my apartment complex and the particular scent of aluminum, beach, and grilled red bell peppers in my boyfriend's car.

At times, this seemingly extraordinary sense can be beneficial. I can inhale the aroma of baking cookies and practically taste them, I can pinpoint the type of flower that smells so fragrant and pick them, and I can determine if I'll like a food or drink just by smelling it (oh, no, thank you, I won't like port wine).

As you can imagine, there are definite downsides. Case in point: my almost passing out at the smell of the dirty grease trap at Red Robin yesterday. I kept saying, "how can these people eat with this smell all around them?" Them: "What smell?"

Such is the life of observational neuroticism.

And because our olfaction is so closely related to our sense of taste, I have super taste buds too. (No wonder I always hated vegetables growing up.)

So, here's my theory regarding my super-freakness: Sense Compensation.

I'm blind as a naked mole rat so my sense of smell/taste are heightened to compensate for the lacking vision. Just another factoid that proves how amazing the human body - nature really, (as I'm sure this is a function of natural selection/survival) - is.

Literally and actually thinking of ways to put my Spidey-senses to use.