Welcome to my Brain Turds (fart fart!). Socially inept I sat down last night and tick-tocked another section of my life away. I had a friend who told me about a story she read. There is a character in this book who is confused about being happy. He wanders around saying he is a mere whoosh of dust in the grand art of life or time or God's dryer lint. He isn't very important at ALL.       This particular character, who, by the way, does eventually get the beautiful heroine, says that he starts with the Note of Interrogation. The beautiful heroine's brother, who goes for a swim once with the meloncholy one, has probably the best philosophy on life of anyone. He figures that no matter where a person stands, he is going to cast a shadow. There is no point moving around, trying to improve anything, since there will always be that shadow. He lives his life by picking a place where it doesn't cause much harm, and staring at the sun, pretty sun, for all he's worth.       And, he's studying to be a doctor. The author kept referring to his "chemicals" and his "bones." And there was also a delightful old man in the story. It was a story full of good old buddies. At the end though, the character, the meloncholy one, is no longer confused. He lies around with his pretty wife in Italy all day. It was a lovely ending. Trees: The Power to Resist Titling This "To Hug or Not to Hug" - Here's an exciting look at what I think about tree huggers, both in town and those weird little people in California. A Princess and Her Pee - This is a treatise about my quest for happiness and the not-so-deep or meaningful turmoil inside me. The Flowers that Bee - We like, we like to buzz... with the bees! Ode to a Ball of Fuzz or Me, me, ME! - Finally, I write about how amazing, wonderful, and beautiful I am. Here are all the reasons I am better than you are. You will understand after reading this why it is that I deserve a nicer house and prettier flowers than you ever will. I promise.