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Going off the deep end

Continuing in my silence and conversation thread, here's another quote I chanced upon.

The best things said come last. People will talk for hours saying nothing much and then linger at the door with words that come with a rush from the heart. ~Alan Alda

If I was going to be deep today, although I'm not sure how much depth I can muster because my brain is on autopilot, I'd say we're supposed to tell people the heart felt stuff now instead of when it is almost, or actually, too late. "Gee thanks Sassy Pants. If you hadn't translated the quote we'd still be scratching our heads going, huh?"

I'm tired. I've yawned like 14 times in the last 5 minutes. Yaaawwwn.

Show of hands, how many of you just yawned as a result of those words? The transmission of yawns is so weird. It's like the mystery of life (Again, very, very deep commentary. Do not try this at home kids. You might give yourself a brain aneurism.). If only we could pass on good feelings, kindness and peace so easily.

Random comment: I like Alan Alda. Except in And The Band Played On, but it's his character, not him, that I dislike. If you'd like to see how the Reagan administration fucked up the whole AIDS epidemic in the 80's this is a movie to see. It's also a book but it's very long and the movie wraps it all up nicely. And has a heck of a lot of heavy hitters in it.

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