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Where I ponder the things that I’m pondering

by John on February 7th, 2012

I loved Pinky & the Brain, truly. Honestly, anything clever that also makes me laugh will win in my book — and some of Pinky & the Brain was just spectacularly clever.

Of course, my favorite part was always The Brain, asking Pinky, if Pinky was pondering what The Brain was pondering. The answers varied, wildly, in every episode, but my favorite was “I think so, Brain, but burlap chafes me so.”

If you’re looking for a fun way to spend some time, and to giggle, here’s a list of Pinky & the Brain ponderings.

We’ll never know, precisely, what Pinky was thinking, but maybe you can get to the bottom of what I’ve been pondering lately.

  • One of the things that caught me in listening to Zodiac was just how precise the estimates of the Zodiac’s height were, as reported by passers-by and survivors. I figured there was some method that the police used to aid everyone in calculating a height . . . because, well, most everyone, to me, is “somewhere between five feet and six feet tall.” If you’re above that range, you’re “tall.” If you’re below that range, you’re “short.”

    Does being tall limit one’s ability to judge height? If so, where is that “tall” line drawn?

  • Why, when reading about serial killers, must you assume that every single person you meet on the street might be a serial killer?
  • I’m truly shocked that some sport hasn’t been able to capitalize on the post-football-hangover that is the weeks after the Super Bowl.
  • Why isn’t there a safe and effective way to drink and work out at the same time?
  • I wish there was a way that I could peek into the future to see if I’d ever be able to publish a book or musical, as, like Harry Potter in the Goblet of Fire, knowing you can do it is sometimes all you need to know to get something done.
  • Why didn’t any of the quarters that I planted in my backyard, as I was growing up, grow into money trees?
  • What if god was one of us? Just a slob like one of us? Just a stranger on the bus, trying to find his way home?
  • Why do I have such grand plans for myself when I think about what I might accomplish, if given the time . . . and then find myself sitting in bed watching movies when I actually have said time?
  • Why haven’t I been able to string together more than a few cohesive sentences lately?
  1. Those quarters we planted? The ones that never flowered? I blame a bad quarter crop. Let’s sue the Treasury!

    And Pinky and the Brain! It’s perhaps embarrassing how much I love them.

    • I know the cartoons that a person grew up with are always “the best cartoons.” But I don’t know if there will ever be a better combination of clever & funny than the Animaniacs universe.

      And I’ll, gladly co-sign any lawsuit against the treasury. 😉

  2. I don’t know who Pinky and The Brain are. I’ll have to youtube it. AND DUDE YOU PUT ME ON YOUR BLOG ROLL *has big silly grin on face*

    • Kim — you’ve been on my blog roll for quite some time 🙂

      And, yes, check out Pinky & The Brain (they started as a recurring skit on The Animaniacs, and then turned into their own thing). They’re, truly, brilliant.

  3. One… you string together thoughts quite well in my estimation. But then my mind prefers bumpy rides when its reading so take that with a grain of salt.

    Calculating height…oh boy. So back in my dating days, I had posted on Craigslist that I was interested in tall men. I then met a guy who was 5’10”. When I commented to him that he wasn’t “tall” to me he responded with “The average height for men in America is 5’9″ and I am taller than average.” HMPH! I still let Shorty buy me several Guinnesses.

    And some “sport”…I think the enterprising individuals failed to reach contracting agreements…. damn tall people.

    Just nod that you understand.

    • /nodding.

      Yeah, that guy sounds like a douche . . . that’s like saying “my IQ is a point better than the national average, so I’m a genius.”

      But, I’m also leery of anyone who knows “the average” of anything . . . because it means that the person obsesses about that stuff.

      The sport comment was a dig at the basketball & hockey fans who stop by . . . but none of them spoke up. I actually really like basketball . . . but it’ll never bring out the passions that baseball or football bring out in me.

  4. Charlie Sheen, Ben Vareen, shrink to the size of a lima bean!

    A lima bean is short. A redwood is tall.

    You are welcome.

  5. I’m a terrible judge of height and age. I’m becoming a much better judge of character as I get older.

    • I don’t know – I think I’m becoming a worse judge of character. I keep on trying to find the good in people . . . even if they try to hide it.

  6. Does “tall” for girl differ from “tall” for guy? I like to think I am tall but apparently don’t meet your standard.

    • I do think “tall” is different from girl to guy . . . but, the thing about my standard? There isn’t an actual line . . . it’s just “five-foot-ish” and
      “six-foot-ish”. Because I have no real line to say “this person is six feet tall.”

      Someone who is taller than me is “very tall,” but anyone who approaches my height, I consider tall . . . so, I’m pretty sure I’d consider you “tall.”

  7. I haven’t thought about Pinky and the Brain in ages! I loved watching that show. And the Animaniacs. I wonder if they’re on Netflix…

    I’m a terrible judge of height, unless someone is close to my height, then I could probably estimate it pretty well. If I’m taller than a guy in heels then I know he’s shorter than me. 😛 That’s a pretty fair estimation, I’d say. Or something.

    I think it’s easy to make plans for yourself, but hard to find the motivation, or at least that’s how I feel about myself. I do the same thing. I think of things I could be doing, but when I have free time, I just can’t get the energy together for it.

    • yeah — the energy & motivation to do anything that I’ve planned . . . they get stored in some part of my body that, just, isn’t accessible when I have some “off time.”

  8. And now I have the Pinky and the Brain theme song in my head.

    ” . . . and then find myself sitting in bed watching movies when I actually have said time??” << This is SO ME!!!

    • They’re Pinky & The Brain. They’re Pinky & The Brain. One is a genius. The other’s insane. To prove their mousy worth, they’ll overthrow the Earth. They’re Pinky, they’re Pinky and The Brain Brain Brain Brain Brain.

      (that was from memory . . . it’s been in my head since I wrote this post)

  9. Good question. What if God was one of us?? Why would God be a slob?

    Also? I ask myself the work thing all the time. I have grand plans. And then my bed and the tv call. And it’s a fail.

    • The Joan Osborne song has, always, made me chuckle.

      I’m curious about the fail, though — is it, really? I’m someone who is always going out & about (and we know you are, too). Is there really anything wrong with a bit of nothing?

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