So, short of ideas, I went to look up what, if any, photo I posted a year ago.

Well, none.

But, I did post a photo on May 8th of last year, and this being May 16th, that’s only half or eight days difference, which is close enough.

Anyway, what it was was a stereographic image of mushrooms. (”Mushrooms in 3D!“)

Stereographic images are interesting and weird at the same time. They are sort of three-dimensional, but only from a still shot perspective. So, when you look at it, it’s like you could look around it, as you would if you were actually standing there, but you can’t. It’s just sort of strange. You get the feel of 3D without being 3D.

Take a look for yourself:

This is the type of image where you need to be the right distance from the screen and then cross your eyes to see the image. It may take a couple attempts if you’ve not done this before.

It goes a little something like this…

I wonder what is the minimal amount of meandering I could post here and still have it considered to be a proper blog post, which would mean I would have to post something in order to post the minimal amount, and that last bit didn’t make sense but I’m going to keep on going because that’s what I do and if I didn’t do it, then you might not know it’s me who wrote it and, if I didn’t write it, you would be wondering who did and then I would get on and wonder too because who else can get into my blog and why would anyone want to do so and who would be so foolish as to want to get on this blog and actually post something halfway sensible, because that would stick out like a sore thumb on this blog, and that makes you wonder how much a sore thumb really does stick out because, unless it’s cut, swollen or otherwise injured, you can’t tell by looking that someone has a sore thumb, unless they are trying to use it, but other than that, the thumb could be in great pain but you wouldn’t know it to look at it, unless they are grasping their thumb and saying “Ow! Ow! Ow!” or something akin to that while doing so, because pain is not always readily apparent, and by that I mean you cannot tell by looking, generally speaking, if someone has a headache, unless they are rubbing their head or something, but if they were just reclining in a chair, you wouldn’t know if they were suffering from a headache or just napping, unless, again, as previously indicated, they are making some outward display of their suffering, and, with that, I think I can draw this post to a close because I’m pretty sure that, while short, this has not been minimalist and, thus, failing on that point, it is time to simply stop.

How do you phone in a blog post, you ask?

Like this.

And thus, still, with you not having paid me for my hard work in barely doing anything on this blog most of the time, possibly due to you not forking over the cash for what might could possibly be something more substantial than stuff like this that you are now reading, I shall now take the night off and, thus, this shall be as much as I am going to write, yet I still go on having not yet finished writing that which I am writing now which is this that you are reading and not that which you have already read except for that which you just read which you are reading after I have written it because if you were reading this before I had finished writing it that would be kind of bizarre and maybe you could just send me a note telling me what I am about to write so that I may simply cut and paste from your eMail and put here that which you have already read and I have yet to write, but, with your eMail not forthcoming whilst I still type away, I shall assume you have not been able to read what I have written before I have written it and, as such, are only reading what I have written after I have written it, as it is in the normal scheme of things, so, with that, I end this post, and do so having seen no money forthcoming from you to motivate me to write further.

Today is Friday and none of you pay me enough to think up these blog posts and post them, so I am going to take the night off.

Send money and I’ll post more coherent stuff in the future.

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To be or not to be, that is the question to which there really isn’t a choice for to not to be is not an option for if you are then you be so your only choice is to be because if you think not being is a choice, as though you could end your life and thus not be, that’s not true because, even if you are dead, you are still being, although not very lively, you would still be being, even as you decay and get absorbed into the earth and whatnot, all those bits of you will continue to have been you so, in a sense, you will always be so not being is not an option, thus you can never choose to not be and, therefore, your only option is to be, which means there’s no choice in the matter and thus no question to be resolved so therefore by asking the question you are only wasting time in trying to decide that for which there is no decision to be made and can be no decision to be made so you might as well just get on with it and stop fooling around by asking pointless questions of yourself.

Okay, so I’ve got nothing. No idea what to write about here so I’ll just do as I do sometimes and just go on about nothing and stuff, doing it all in one long run-on sentence that is totally not grammatically correct, probably, and would probably shame my teachers from way back in school, but I’ve mentioned that before, so no need to mention it again, and thus I move on to another topic entirely, which is not a topic at all, because I’m writing about nothing here and it’s kind of hard to write about nothing because there is nothing much more you can say once you’ve said you’re writing about nothing because otherwise you are writing about something and, oh, look at that, I appear to be writing about something other than nothing, though this whole thing seems pointless because, while it is something, it is much ado about nothing, but still I plug away at the keyboard, type, type, typing away with the clickety, clickety, click of the keyboard, which leads me to wonder if ‘clickety’ is spelled right, unless it’s a made-up word, in which case, I can spell it however I want to, but I’m sure I’ve seen the word before so, even if not a formal word in the dictionary, being still an informal word, there is probably some standardized spelling by which those using it, even informally, agree that that, indeed, is the way it should be spelled, but I digress and have reverted to writing about something when I said I had nothing to write about, so I should probably stop here before I lie to you some more.

I dislike that phrase now.

Marketers use it a lot. If you’re not doing whatever it is that their product will do or solve or whatever, then you’re leaving money on the table.

In the real world, if you leave money on the table, either you (a) forgot, (b) know it’s there or (c) are leaving a tip.

That’s not quite that same as walking away from a table you didn’t realize was full of money.

And, if it was full of money, maybe those were tips left for someone else and you have no business taking it anyway.

Or whatever.

Anyway, I don’t like that phrase. It’s boring and has little meaning anymore.

So, when I got an eMail this evening that opened with that cliché, I immediately scrolled down to the unsubscribe link and unsubscribed.

I’m not even sure what the guy was selling. I don’t care really.