On memory leaks

One day in the future, when Google has taken over the country and implanted a chip into our heads to give us more and more exciting and convenient functionality and to make even our deepest dreams and secrets searchable, I'll be able to post to this blog directly from my mind and from anywhere. And ohhhh, readers. If you think that the quality is high now, just wait until the random and odd thoughts that pass through my head while I'm away from the computer will be posted here. It's good stuff. Oh, and if you don't think that the quality is high now...well, it kind of looks like you're wasting your time right now, doesn't it?

Yeah, I'm afraid that the best stuff that my brain can compute drips quickly out the sizeable memory leak in my head. This is pretty much the D-list on this page. Then again, it's been well established that I crack myself up far more than I crack anyone else up, so maybe it's likely that you'd think the A-list stuff is just bizarre and stupid. Oh, well.

The point I was getting to is that, as I was driving from Winston-Salem to Durham and back again, I thought of lots of good stuff to post here, but I can't remember a bit of it. If I could have posted from I-85/40 between Burlington and Mebane, you'd be reading a top-shelf post. But as it is? All I can think to tell you is that the beer tasting I went to in Durham with Becky and Chris made me realize that I don't really like any micro brews and the only beers I like anymore are the opposite ends of the beer spectrum: snooty Belgian and British beers and Miller Lite and Yuengling. And that's no kind of post.

Wait a minute...there was beer...beer kills brain cells...I can't remember what I was going to post. Okay, I think I'm beginning to make a connection.