I love taking long showers.
I really do. Showers lasting more than a half hour are completely normal to me. I started taking long showers when I was 14 or so. My father had a very male hypothesis as to why I stayed in there so long. Think about it… But, that really wasn’t the case.
For me showers have long been a place to think. No distractions from the outside world. Hot water relaxing you in a big wet hug.
Plus, even I can be a good singer in the shower. And that, my friends, is saying something. You know how for most people, the singing voice they hear in their own heads is much better than the one we hear? Well, the singing voice in my head still sucks. But, that’s not a problem in the shower. In the shower I’m a modern day Rick Astley.
Today I sang Jim Croce’s “Time in a Bottle.” I’m not going to lie… It was brilliant.
But, the shower, above all else, is a place for me to think. So, as I stepped in this morning, I began trying to come up with some ideas for things to blog about today. As I put time in a bottle and whatnot, various ideas popped into my head.
My first thought was that I’d like to try to find some way to work the word “hegemonic” into the post. But, then I was afraid that I’d have to admit that a big part of me liking the word is that it reminds me of “Sonic the Hedgehog.” And there was no way I was admitting that.
I considered writing about the fact that I had a dream last night that I worked and LIVED (platonically) with Kristin Chenoweth in a post office. Yes, I watched “The West Wing” before bed. And yes, I am 1’5″ taller than she is. For real.
I thought about mentioning how Shane Nickerson talking about the “Battlestar Galactica” series convinced me to start watching it a couple weeks back. The show really is quite hawesome. I’m hooked. Bastard.
I pondered writing something deep and serious. But, that dog wouldn’t hunt.
I thought about writing something about the origin of strange sayings like “the dog wouldn’t hunt,” but that post wouldn’t have paid the rent.
(See what I did there?)
I thought I might write a post about how the first day of spring came and went and I completely forgot to listen to The Gandharvas “First Day of Spring.” If I would have written that post, I would have included a link to the song for you to download and enjoy. I probably also would have mentioned that you should only download it to sample it before buying. And that piracy is bad. Blah blah bloop.
For a moment, I was even close to deciding to write a little “extras” section for The Vernon St. Apartment saga (Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV.) But, then I wasn’t sure about various statutes of limitations. Though I do have fun stories about different names that Columbia House was ripped off with — like Seymour Butts and Amanda Hugenkiss. The stories themselves aren’t that funny, but it is priceless when the mailman comes to the door and asks for those names. I did mention the lack of maturity, right? And speaking of mailmen, there was also a story about one of those big mailboxes (where the truck drops off the mail for the mailmen to deliver) somehow appearing inside our apartment. But, I’ve decided to not even mention those events.
So, it looks like I have no topic for today. I tried, people. I tried.