I wonder how much of what crosses my mind is completely insipid. Certainly a substantial percentage. Hefty. A goodly amount. Of course one keeps most of these inanities under wraps. I assume I am like everyone else in that I strive to promote an image of myself as an intelligent person, and a good person. Toward this end, it's important for me to refrain from verbalizing most of what pops into my head. I am sure Mahatma Gandhi thought some pretty retarded things too. I wonder what crazy Indian song Gandhi hummed while he urinated, or what stupid rhyming commentary he came up with while making toast, involving words that rhyme with "toast" and "bread", like a totally embarrassing little toast rap.

Remember my post a few days ago about my confrontation with the macho duck in Laurelhurst Park? Today it snowed, but by the time I went out it had turned to freezing rain. In the park it was slushy and cold and basically no fun. There were people gamely trying to "play in the snow" but it just looked sorta pathetic. Icy darts pelted me. I walked by the duck pond and I swear I saw that same duck, the one who'd verbally confronted me about my squeaking shoe. He was sitting there on the edge of the water looking just miserable. I saw him and said, out loud, and not exactly sotto voce mind you, "Who's quacking now, asshole? Who's quacking now??"

Why did I call a duck an asshole? What was I thinking?