mind-viruses; share them here.

let's all get down and share tics.

these are just the things that I caught off other people. thoughts that then invaded my head. and now I am going to share them, and infect everyone here. you are welcome to respond in kind. I need some new ones. also, after mentioning the virus, I'll try to mention who I caught it off, and how long it's bugged me.

'Who's more talented- Lennon or McCartney?' this is a very dull mind-virus that I caught off Nicholson Baker in his book The Mezzanine. The answer's totally obvious, but the thought still bugs me. (that thought has been active for about 20 years.)

'Imagine a pile of all the stuff you've ever eaten off yourself, piled up on a plate. Imagine having to eat that. and then, imagine another plate with a pile of all the stuff you've ever eaten off other people.'
Thanks for that, Jon. I have had that thought at least twice a week for 15 years, and those piles just keep growing.

'I can't eat in front of people.'
This is my friend Jade speaking. I'm thinking, 'what a strange phobia.' a week later, I couldn't either. Cheers Jade! it's been about 15 years.

'I can't watch comedy with other people.'
This is my friend D speaking. again, I'm thinking, 'that's a bit odd.'
he sez, 'It's because, when something funny comes up, you look at the other person in the room, catch their eye, kind of like, to validate that it's funny. but I hate that, I feel really self-conscious about it.'
A week later, I can't watch comedy with another person in the room. That phobia has been active around 6 years. cheers D.

The number 23 doesn't bother me. It's just too... usual. I wanna be sent mad by really off-the-wall stuff. like 'nothing has ever happened- it's all just a dream that God is having.'

This is kinda why I like Tony Parsons (not that Tony Parson's) of the neo-advaita movement. he's like the Sex Pistols of spiritual philosophy- he'll come on stage and say something mad like 'there is no Ramana Maharshi (a spiritual guru) just as there is no hitler,' or, (to his audience) 'there is nobody here. there are no individuals at all.' gives you something to chew on, y'know.

It occurs to me I haven't mentioned any sexual tics. I can't think of any off-hand. but I read a funny one in a comic strip (available in 'paper tiger, the best of') 'Is Ian Krankie straight, gay, or a paedophile?' and then, 'I wonder if they...' cut to picture of them screwing-
Ian Krankie- 'say it!'
Jimmy Krankie- 'fan- dabi- DOZI!'
The writer responsible for that bit of genius is called Jim Burke, ex of the band 'Collapsed Lung.'

thoughts are such strange things. where do they come from, where do they go, where did you come from cotton-eye joe?!