Wednesday, February 07, 2007

The products of my hyperactive (or possibly hyper-reactive) imagination...

I've got the curse of a wandering mind and sometimes the products of this wandering mind scare even me. The two most recent products and musings of said imagination:

A men's intimate apparel retail chain -- J. Edgar's Secret

A true crime/travelogue by OJ Simpson detailing his 12 year (and counting) search for the "real killer" throughout Florida's many golf courses (the chapter on how to rent a White Bronco from Hertz is a real page turner)

You've been invited as the "guest of honor" to a "dinner" party hosted by the Donners, do you attend or risk insulting the hosts by skipping it?

Did Pavlov have a doorbell? If so was it a good idea to use it, or would he have advised knocking instead? (and I bet he really hated drunken teenagers playing "DingDong Ditch"!)

If the unabomber submitted his manifesto for publication via mail, who was the unlucky intern who ended up opening that parcel?

2 comments:

St. Dickeybird said...

I don't consider your wandering mind a curse at all! Those are great!

I think OJ's book would make a great film. With Bill Murray in the starring role, hunting the real killer like a groundhog. Sure, Bill's white, but it's not like the story has much fact anyway...

The Phoenix said...

J. Edgar's Secret??? Hahahahahaha...that's awesome.