Angry Scientists

There was this character in the cartoon show Sheep In The Big City...
The Mad Scientist... No... The ANGRY Scientist.

I mean he kept insisting throughout the show that he was 'Annnnngreee'... with some measure of frustration and despair at General Specific's thickheadedness...

I liked the cartoon.

The relevance of all this sidetracking is that I'm feeling pretty much the Mad/Angry Scientist right now.
It's a very disgusting Sunday. I hate Sundays. There isn't any promise of anything in it today.
Not even a hope to make it beautiful or at least worth enduring.

I don't even have the courage to go fall asleep!
So here I am, hoping to turn my mind to other things, which I'm prolific at. There's a heap of sketches and drawings that need scanning pronto... As well as some story-making.
But seriously, do I have the mental energy for that?
May I add, that although these are cerebellum intensive actions, the abovementioned stories are a fuel, a catalyst in their own right. So I shouldn't really worry about a fuse blowing up in my cerebral cortex.

I'm guessing its just plain Sid the sloth-ness.

Oh by the way, I watched Ice Age again last night. Moves me EVERY time.
And then I regret ignoring my animating talents. Oh well, there's a time for everything.
Spilling tea on my dog, included. Ouch. Dumb mutt lays just in the place my foot wants to go.

"Yeh kaisi ghari aayi, sujhe nahi hai kuch bhi..."

That's a line from Abhijeet Sawant's song, Tere Bina...
Perfect for what I'm experiencing right now. What the hell did God mean when he put such a mind inside of ME???
Total wastage, man... Maybe somebody else would've been more deserving.
I know I don't even utilize 90% of my mind... The majority of Earth's population don't, either...
But that doesn't mean I have to be like them.

I was thrown back to those days, those memories of my childhood yesterday... So many things I had forgotten, so many things I didn't know...

ABOUT ME.

Say something new, one can tell me.
But it's true. I have no recollection of my early childhood. Save one or two memories at the age of three, I have no memories of my child-child-childhood. Like before the age of five.

I understand that it's not anything alarming, MANY people don't remember.
But then again, DO I have t o be like them?

My mum remembers everything about her childhood. She recollects things in such vivid detail that one wonders at her mortality. She wasn't meant for being a human. She could easily have been one of the ever vigilant angels up high.

Ahh... But where would I have been then...?

An unborn seed, hurtling through limbo, neither possessing enough energy to break free, neither going back to the cosmic source.

Actually we're all bacteria. Sorta kinda humbles you, doesn't it... That the very things you pop pills against and get shots against are actually what you were.

There's a line in the movie Dirty, spoken by Clifton Collins, Jr.'s character, Officer Sancho...

In the end you can't change who you are or where you come from. You'll always have that same heart inside.

I agree. We do behave like scum most of the time.



PEACE.