Wife created a spooky meal for us today, Goulish Spaghetti & Eyeballs! It was cheesy and delicious, and quite creative to boot. It turned out exactly like the picture on the recipe card. About halfway through my meal, I inquired to my wife as to what made the spaghetti black? I know that spinach noodles are green, and tomato noodles are red, but what do they add to the noodles to make them black? She handed me the package. "Squid Ink" it read. Ugh. Suddenly I felt as if I could taste fish in every bite, even though I knew that wasn't the case before I made this discovery. Of course as soon as the children heard this, they lost ALL interest in finishing their meal. One might say that lunch was therefore a rousing success. Even my wife wouldn't eat another bite.

Two nights ago I dreamed I was hired to work for the government in their "Central Intelligence" division. It was a small group of people, each with their own talents, working as a team with a team lead. Some of the technology was older, and some was not even on the civilian market yet, but these guys were bright. And I was thrilled that I was finally able to settle into a job which befit my unique experience. At one point a photograph was brought in and the team was asked to identify three bright spots on the image. I suggested that a near-infrared optical device was used and created a trihedral return. The group laughed and the team lead said, "Well, he's new here." And explained that it was tea-candles. Hrm.
And to counter my egotism of landing the perfect job in Central Intelligence, last night I dreamed
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I have no idea what any of this means.
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Let's put those variables back into play now and see what turns up, shall we?
Good. Now, I'm going to tell you how I manage to post often even though I am very busy at work. In this real-world scenario, we're going to assume that your situation is similar to mine, e.g., you are currently able to respond to comments during the day.
Excellent. You're far less retarded than you'd like us to believe. Let's continue, shall we?
I bring up a "Post to Journal" tab in my broswer. Though I am busy, I manage, over the course of about an eight hour workday to put as little as a sentence at a time, up to a paragraph at a time during my very short breaks between phone calls and emails. At the end of the day, I've authored a post!
Hit, "Post to schpydurx"
Tomorrow, repeat.
In short, if you have time to comment as often as you do, you have time to post. You cannot argue this fact.
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Also, as I cross post, I have to change my markup for certain things.
I will consider your suggestion.
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The issue is not time versus continuity but rather contiguous blocks of time.
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no, I just know how the process works. I might ask the same question as you.
One does not start a thought leave it for an indeterminate amout of time and come back to it with clarity.
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Those of us with a command of the English language and keen mind for thought-process have no trouble whatsoever. Might I suggest sir, that you ask your pharmacist to double your dosage of Ritalin.