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I will sometimes wonder about the workings of the brain. For the past few minutes I was thinking about getting a haircut, but then decided it wasn't time yet. Next thing I know I'm on the phone to the barber shop, only to hang up before they answered, realizing I had no reason to be calling. What wet wong? Is this incident linked to the time in elementary school when I was in the coat room and in the process of taking off my coat and boots started taking off my pants, only to catch myself just prior to the rest of my academic career being ruined (minor shit like that escalates and follows you in grade school)? I'm also interested to know why whenever the brain is discussed or seen by me I will without fail get a headache.

You can add the word "blog" to my exhaustive list of pet peeves which by the way includes the word "peeve".

And since I have almost completely ceased to be funny I give you this:


Man addicted to funerals
A Brazilian man has revealed he is addicted to funerals.
Luis Squarisi, 42, from Batatais, has attended every single funeral in his town for the past 20 years and has quit his job to be able to feed his addiction.
He told EPTV: "What set me off was my father's death in 1983.
"The first thing I do every morning is to turn on the radio to find out if anyone has died, if I don't hear it on the radio I call the hospitals and the local funeral home."
A spokesperson for local funeral home, São Vicente, said: "Wedon'tt want him to go to therapy, everyone expects to see him at the funerals.
"If he stopped coming he would be missed and lots of people would bedisappointedd, he is famous already."

What, no Star Trek in Brazil? See what I mean? Can somebody give me a jump?