Sunday, June 13, 2010

10 Inventors Killed By Their Own Inventions

10 Inventors Killed By Their Own Inventions

Superglued to the couch


So I had no great higher purpose in creating this blog. I wish that i could say that it was for the purpose of eradicating hunger forever, or creating world peace, or even something as simple as getting the world together to break the Guinness Book of World Records record for largest twine ball. Sadly, this is not the case. Mostly, I am just looking for an outlet. I am not the world's most interesting person, you will get no weekly updates on my vacation to Cairo or the most recent Maserati I added to my collection. Nope, all you can really expect from me (and anonymous person I do apologize in advance) is me just being alive. Simple things make me happy, things like the fact that even though it is as hot as any of the rings of Dante's inferno, I can sit outside at dusk and watch the fireflies brighten the night. Even a full tank of gas can make me smile...I am sadly the lady that waits until her car is screaming at her with the orange low fuel light before gas goes in. AAA is the best thing since sliced bread. Seriously. Best 80 bucks I ever spent. They even towed my totaled car into the car graveyard for free. Service with a smile! I also have No attention span and have been known to change conversation topics 15 times in 20 minutes. It is my blessing, it is my curse. I have run out of things to ramble about for at least an hour.

"I know I'm an acquired taste: I'm anchovies. And not everyone wants those hairy little things. If I was potato chips, I could go more places." -Tori Amos