it's not often that i have very little to say.
and when such a respite occurs, i'm best off listening to my grandma's mantra: if you have nothing good to say, say nothing at all.
of course, my take on that gem is: if you have nothing good to say, say something pretty stupid.
i really don't like tofu.
it might just as well be called toefood to be honest.
actually, i have it on good sources that it was left behind by aliens as some sort of cruel joke on us dumb earthlings.
which leads me to what really is stuck in my craw—other than knowing what a craw is, how one would stick it, and why that would be bothersome.
i think we are the butt end of a lot of jokes from distant galaxy comedians—along the lines of "elephant jokes".
it wouldn't surprise me if the first communication from outer space we intercept is something like: hey, why did the earthling eat tofu? because it was time for dinner!
i mean, that's probably some top shelf humor in some solar circles.
anyway, the whole thing bothers me, as stupid as it may sound.