My previous post has something to do with my pet conspiracy theory of the day. I know even in the process of writing said drivel that I’m being just a little paranoid. But, I cannot stop myself.
I like Malcolm in the Middle, because I can relate to the characters at times. The episode description that I linked to is one of my favorites, because in it the dad is broadcasting without a license. His radio persona calls himself “Kid Charlemagne” and says things like, “Evian is naive spelled backwards.”
If you ever see that episode, cry a little for me, because I am him and he is me and we are the walrus. Coo coo ka choo. I am not so much the eggman, because eggs make me sick, mostly.
Reading about arsenic in our drinking water makes me a little sick too.
I see hidden agendas all over the place lately. Maybe that’s because I’m drinking too much arsenic. But, how much is too much?
Anyway, I’m not collecting canned goods for armageddon, nor am I stocking up on ammunition for the revolution.
I’m just an average everyday housewife who thinks they are all out to get me. Or, maybe they are all out to get Sean. At least all the loonies on the planet don’t have my e-mail address as seems to be the case with him.
Nevertheless, if you should notice a post here that is more than a little “out there”, send me a comment suggesting that I need to increase my medication. It will be well received.