I AM A SCIENTIST, BOW!

Please remind me to go back in here and write.  It'll keep me busy and steady.  It'll keep my mind at ease.  And it'll stop the jumping and busy people in my head to chill.  Somehow, or I just might either look for another way to loosen up, fix something, clean something, and destroy or break something anew.  Just like in everyday when one gets to find the right routine, and the acceptable which is the everyday life.  And the days and the days that would follow.  

I have to review the things that's happening right now.  Television and this invention, contraption.  This privilege and honor to just write. As what Steve Bachman always reminds writers that the the secret to writing is "Just Write".  Perhaps everything would follow.

Last night it was reported that there was a total lunar eclipse.  Not that I care so much for it, the reason is, when the local radio station reported it on TV.  I just saw the sky. Just from the windows I suppose. And there was nothing there.  Oh dear, I tried looking out to peek but saw nothing again.  It's just the streetlight. I didn't see it. 

Total Lunar Eclipse: a phenomenon that does not come everyday as they claim.  They also reported that the eclipse would happen in series giving exact dates, predicting its appearance.  Have you heard about the Holographic Moon?  Oh dear, perhaps right now is the fad is uninteresting to me.  Am I more preoccupied with something else What's going on?

Television and this invention, contraption.  This privilege and honor to just write. As what Steve Bachman always reminds writers that the the secret to writing is "Just Write".  Perhaps everything would follow.

Let me go back to whatever that is bugging me or just what is happening in my mind today.  Have you read about the story of King "Word Processor of the Gods"? Or better yet that story where a writer discovered that there were mystic beings living under his typewriter.  I'm not sure anymore if that is the right title.  But that story is about some dude who learned that there are living beings under his typewriter, he decides to feed them with bread crumbs?  I am not sure anymore if what he fed them beings like dwarfs or I don't really know.  And I can still remember that phrase "FORNIT SOME FORNUS".  Or dare I must say somehow is still stored in to my memory bank (brain).  

And Science... the big word that is SCIENCE.  Yes, we all studied science.  s.. sigh.  .. Ahchooo!  We are all scientists one way or another.  At least I can say so myself.  Look, how and how we're doing right now.  A lot of us now have handheld cameras and cellphones.  I may not know how it is made or came to be made or come into existence.  But what the heck, it is on my hand.  And not that I am being such an asshole about it, but it's just that it happened so fast.  How was that possible anyway? 

And we're getting old now.  I am a grown-up but it does not feel like I am.  What about you?  How do you feel about that? And mmmm.  Well , let me go back again to the word that is SCIENCE.  But it would be boring.  Chemistry, Mathematics, Astronomy, Biology, Entomology, Engineering, Architecture, and blah blah...The study and the study of this and that. 

Again, my coffee lost its kick.  I might need another cup.  And it really is boring,  Is it?

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Confusion is inept.  And certainty is divine. Secession, recession, and rebounds.  Economic ups and downs.  Downturns and nostalgic sentimental values.  Which to retain and which to maintain and which to give up alter, renovate or resurrect.  New and renew anew.  Work it out.And remember ABC. Always Be Careful.