Yes yes, and what if the world is made of cheese?

Hello, hello, hello. What does it all mean then? What does what mean? What do you mean by that? What is 'what' and what does it 'mean'? Sometimes making sense takes far too much effort!

The random word generator just spat out my motivations for this entry and they are:

- westernmost
- scathe
- pairings
- pimply
- disincentive.

None of those fill me with inspiration except perhaps for 'disincentive: something that makes you not want to do something'. We are all commonly and routinely exposed to one disincentive and that's fear. Why am I not applying to as many jobs as I could? Fear, amongst other things. Why do people talk to people remotely and wander into forums and games on the Internet? Fear, and security through anonymity. Hey, I love anonymity, but it can be habit forming. We're humans, so everything is habit forming in the most horrific way. Look, it's a giant rodent! No, don't look, it's habit forming. Oh boggle, not looking is habit forming too. Who is that strange blue blob riding it like a rodeo bull? Sometimes you've just to love the madness of it all.

Writing is habit forming, but it's a habit that's incredibly easy to break. You just have to push it through until it becomes a fact of life. Make up a disincentive against stopping. I'm worried there might be a tsunami if I stop before it's done. Argh. What a pairing. Sometimes words are just a prompt to not use words. It's better to write than be lonely!

According to legend (must stop using that phrase), the world was made by cheesemongers and put out accidentally instead of a titanic piece of gouda. Unfortunately it was too late to take it back and the world was sold to a man at half price who put it in the back of his white transit van and drove off to dump it somewhere as a galactic tax write off. On the other hand, the titanic gouda went on sale the next day unfortunately after cheese was outlawed in three of the four quadrants of the galaxy. The fourth quadrant was populated by sentient cheese and got an exemption. So where does this babbling leave us? Well, with a quadrant of sentient cheese millions of years ago.

That might be a good place to stop. I hope there's not a tsunami. I don't like tsunamis.

<Crosses fingers>

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Note: Title is an almost quote from the movie entitled 'The Core'. It's terrible and somehow just a little bit wonderful at the same time. Don't watch it with your snarkiness turned on.