Oops Upside Your Head

I really don't understand why some people say I never notice things.

Sure, it took me three visits to my in-laws' house before I noticed the big horse head on the living room wall.

Sure, I walked around all day yesterday with a big green splotch on the side of my face from shaking my green felt pen too hard and didn't find out about till my wife told me when I got home.

Sure, I walked right past my brother on the street one time and he had to chase me three blocks and tackle me before I realized he was there.

Sure, I live just south of the Edmonton Municipal Airport and never notice the planes going overhead.

Sure, I never know Stan Ridgway has a new album out until a year or two later.

Sure, my supervisor once came into the room and watched me read Usenet for five minutes before asking me how my project was going when I didn't even have any processes running or anything.

Sure, there was a TV crew in at work one day and I was actually on local TV, and they talked to bunch of people, and then everybody else went off to the Faculty Club and they filmed the discussion there and showed clips on the news, and everybody told me later that they'd seen me on TV, and I didn't know anything about it.

Sure, the downstairs neighbours got busted for drug trafficking and there was a shootout and police cars and ambulances and the police knocked on our door and talked to my roommates and there were reporters, and I didn't find out about it until I went down to do laundry three days later and all their stuff had been cleared out.

So what's your point?

Back to my talk.bizarre page...

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