In retrospect, I sort of wish I named one of my children Money because having Money in your family is a powerful thing. As a parent, you can do stuff like burdening your kids with unusual names. People in Hollywood do it all the time. In the same but completely different way, as I am the youngest of my siblings, I can choose what is written on their tombstones, especially after they are all dead. Naming your kid Money would be pretty cool, though.
It’s mostly like YouTube, except it is a herd of sheep all doing the same thing, and following the same carrot. Do sheep eat carrots? Let’s just assume they do, and also skip over the locomotion problems arising with carrots needing to be followed. Imagine that world: while the sheep are struggling to solve basic algebra problems, the carrots have already nailed bipedal motion.
OK, now I am mentally picturing a classroom full of sheep, all sitting awkwardly at their desks, brows furrowed as they try to solve long division problems with pencil and paper. Their stern teacher, obviously a giraffe, looks on while pacing between the rows of desks, carrying a riding crop that he menacingly taps on the students’ papers as he passes each one in turn. I don’t know why, but I imagine the teacher is German, but don’t make too much of that; he might be Austrian. Oh, and yes, I do know yew is a tree and ewe is a sheep, but EweTube looked weird, wether or not it makes any difference. Sheep puns.
For a long time, now, I thought that Neil Patrick Harris and Neil deGrasse Tyson were the same person. They are both named Neil, and their names both sound the same in terms of syllables and iambic feet (I don’t really know what kind of animal an iambic is, but mentioning its feet seems to be an important part of the artistic literary review process).
I am spending a few days in Houston and it is hot. Since today is my birthday, I thought it would be nice to go down by the hotel pool and have a drink.