Stupid

Every so often I remember a good friend from my days in Winnipeg, Alex. He had a term he used every so often: Apex of stupidity. Every time he thought he had done the dumbest thing possible, i.e. reached his apex of stupidity, he would go and do something dumber. So he never reached his apex. Alex wasn’t in any way stupid, but it was a good joke.
He was also a bit of a musician. So he had a song he started writing.

I’m as dumb as can be
I can’t count to three.
Got no brains.

My car keys I lose
I can’t tie my shoes.
Got no brains.

They took my license away
‘Cause I drove through Safeway
Got no brains.

Any time I do something stupid, I remember that song.
The plan today was to use a cesar salad kit and some chicken to make chicken cesar salad. I need garlic for it so I went out of my way to pick some up. ($0.10 at Save-on-Foods, and that was my only purchase.) Then at 6:30 I decided to start making it. So I take the salad kit out of the fridge. I then notice carrots in it. That’s not right. Close inspection showed this was not a cesar supreme kit, but a taco supreme kit. A slight, but very important, difference.
Dumb as can be.
Other than that, everything proceeds.
On Friday I had a D&D game. I gave my players some self-esteem by letting them kill lots of undead, instead of the usual big monster that takes forever to kill.
On Saturday I went to see the play “Enigma Variations”. It started out simply with a reporter coming to interview a reclusive writer. But with just those two characters they had a surprising number of plot twists. I didn’t care for the actor portraying the reporter though.
This morning I ran 30km. It was supposed to be 32km, but the people who organize the runs can’t seem to keep track of distances. You would think after all this time they would, but studies show, we ran 30km.
My legs hurt.