You know, if you ask any man who is in a relationship what he considers a "virtue" in a woman, many of them will answer "quiet". I have talked to so many men who think they want to be with a quiet woman. Some of them were even guys I dated.

They liked it for about three car trips....and then they began to worry. Since I don't tell anyone what I'm thinking about (usually because it's too strange/ unrelated to the matter at hand/ it's indescribable and / or it doesn't make any sense) they'd realize I could be thinking about anything! For instance, some guy at the gym, or how they didn't follow through on a promise, or I had suddenly noticed that they had nose hair and was about to end the relationship over it. Meanwhile, I'm sitting over there in the passenger seat trying to decide what Vulcan underwear might look like, and if, indeed, Vulcans wear underwear or if they had evolved beyond that concept. And by the time we got to wherever we were going my date would have worked himself into a sweaty state of panic and begun breath heavily, causing me to notice his nose hair.

The Hub, tall and handsome guy that he is, is secure enough in his masculinity ( or maybe just unwilling to be driven crazy by the too-quiet Winged Creature) to ask "What are you thinking about?"

I'm also inspired by Theresa's blog in which she says "some people think I have my own party going on in my head all the time" I can relate. Though, in my case, it isn't as much like a party as it is....well.....here is what I have been thinking about today. You can decide what it's like.

What's the difference between parakeet food and canary food? Besides the picture of the bird on the front? I read the ingredients list on two major brands and only found two or three things that were different. But canaries and parakeets have totally different looking beaks, which were designed by (chose one) God / Nature/ The Flying Spaghetti Monster to do totally different things. There's a conspiracy here somewhere folks! Follow the money! I bought the brand that cost the same for both types of food, having decided that they were more honest. What do you want to bet that I'll find out their food is equally crappy for both canaries and parakeets?

I don't really like spring. If spring were a person, I'm sure I wouldn't be able to stand her. Too "sometimey". You know, one of those people who always promises "yeah, yeah things'll get better" while hitting you up with stormey days, freak snowstorms and hair ruining wind. Also, too much drama. Ka-bam! Frosythia! Ka-bam! The lawn's green! Then - Pow!- heat, humidity, etc. Where'd Spring go? Gone, without a trace! I'm not alone in this. People name their children "Summer" and even "Autumn" but have you ever met anybody named Spring? I rest my case.

I wonder if I am too old to join any branch of the milatary service, and if not, I wonder what they'd do with me? Are they desperate enough to take someone in my physical condition? Probably not. And besides, there's that whole issue with me being a pacifist. But I wouldn't be opposed to writing brochures - I don't think. Hmm.

Do you think that whales understand that boats are not living organisms? Do you think that maybe they see the people on the boat as some form of surface barnacle?

I don't think a mirror self-recognition test is a fair test of intellegence for a dog. After all, dogs experience the world primarily through scent, and I bet they know what they smell like. Of course, if Winston knew how WE percieved his smell I suspect he'd take a bath.

If Georgiana D'Arcy from Pride and Prejudice were a real person, I wonder what kind of person she would have married. Also, I think Fitzwilliam D'Arcy is just, well, a literary mistake that kind of lead women to have unrealistic expectations. I never met anybody whose charecter was really like that - so proud yet so willing to admit to wrong doing all in the same person. If men ever read romance books they'd be truly horrified to find out what they were up against. But, of course, they'd never get past all the sex in the modern ones. And I bet there's more than one guy out there who'd be a little freaked out by that too - though, of course, he could never admit it.

----Anyway, that was just from this morning. And now it's 11:00 at night. Heck. Time to go.