Sunday, November 8, 2009

Life of the Driver

So, it's great having all the kids, and associated sundry over for dinner Saturday night. Today, I'm paid for it by driving Mr. Politics to KIngston, and then Miss WP Princess to Hamilton. Whew!

Luckily, I'm the master of the 120 Sleep! I'm zooming along the 401 in an empty zone, and I can click my eyeballs to lock, and go to a Selective Temporary Lobotomy (STL). Then, an hour later, I suddenly wonder where I am! I'd love to see this on a PET scan! I think it must be some ancient evolutionary advantage:

The mighty hunter, sitting on a ledge, waiting for the prey. ZAP! STL to conserve energy. Something wanders in to his field of view, lets go the spear, and hopes it's edible!

2 million years ago, the great Division of Labour between the sexes. The man invents power tools, so he can get alone more. The woman talks, and ZAP STL! Those men unsuccessful at it do not become successful breeders.

Modern times, any woman talking to you, STL! You must still be totally alert for sharp objects, or 'attention checkers', such as "I'm going to sign us up for dance lessons."


Silver Fox said...

You be careful what you say now, or I won't click anymore ads!

Harold Asmis said...

Whoops, my brain just clicked off!