Blogging again...

Good day to everyone. And love going out too all of you who missed me. Apologies for being off the grid lately as things have been a little screwey in the life and times of ‘The Clint’. Sometimes all need is to stare blankly at the ceiling and… well that’s it. Stare blankly at the ceiling. And yes sometimes just talk to it. So far its been a one way conversation.

Besides my intellectual babble with my roof, I also have been reading something about the ‘Total Perspective Vortex’

Lemme Explain…

The TPV is the deadliest weapon in the universe. Forget all the weapons that you know today, or ever will in the future, this one takes the cake. If you are wondering what this does, well here it is.

‘since every piece of matter in the Universe is in some way affected by every other piece of matter in the Universe, it is in theory possible to extrapolate the whole of creation - every sun, every planet, their orbits, their composition and their economic and social history from, say, one small piece of fairy cake.

The man who invented the Total Perspective Vortex did so basically in order to annoy his wife.

Trin Tragula - for that was his name - was a dreamer, a thinker, a speculative philosopher or, as his wife would have it, an idiot.

And she would nag him incessantly about the utterly inordinate amount of time he spent staring out into space, or mulling over the mechanics of safety pins, or doing spectrographic analyses of pieces of fairy cake.

"Have some sense of proportion!" she would say, sometimes as often as thirty-eight times in a single day.

And so he built the Total Perspective Vortex - just to show her.

And into one end he plugged the whole of reality as extrapolated from a piece of fairy cake, and into the other end he plugged his wife: so that when he turned it on she saw in one instant the whole infinity of creation and herself in relation to it.

To Trin Tragula's horror, the shock completely annihilated her brain; but to his satisfaction he realized that he had proved conclusively that if life is going to exist in a Universe of this size, then the one thing it cannot afford to have is a sense of proportion.’

And that my friends is whats been taking up most of my time and will till I read the whole trilogy of 5 by Douglas adams and the hitchhikers guide to the galaxy. Every page of the books are pure creative genius…

Have a read and find out for yourselfs…
And then only will you realize that having prolonged conversations with your ceiling actually makes sense.

Tomorow i plan to symphathise with my toothbrush, and how it feels like to be in my mouth twice a day.

Im not sure about the toothbrush but im sure the ceilings gonna start talking back to me...