Thursday, January 06, 2011

Houston? I think I'm on the wrong mission

This afternoon I felt as though I was trying to fit a basketball sized chunk of information through a keyhole into my brain.

Somewhat akin to Apollo 13, using the parts 'lying around' on the spaceship to plug a round hole with a square canister... I look around surveying the available supplies.

Stapler, chap stick, paper and assorted writing implements... Hmmmm nothing is jumping out at me in a combination that says frontal lobotomy.

While you can't say that something is impossible until you've tried it... I have my doubts.