Van Gogh's Banjo Because Van Gogh never lost his ear for music

There is always a song going on inside my head.  24/7.  Sometimes it’s one I’ve heard, other times it’s one I’m just making up.  I have to say, it’s kind of nice having my own soundtrack to life.

Sometimes, you just need to go out and find that orange couch you’re meant to carry.

When I’m talking to someone with an accent, I usually will start talking with that accent during that conversation.

Sometimes I pretend that my friends are all like Inspector Gadget, and try to figure out what their special gadget is.  Lord Lambourne and I decided that a certain member of our lunch group fits best with a jet pack.

Whenever I hear or think of the Roman Catholic Church, the first image that comes to mind is a German chocolate cake.

When I hear things creaking in the ceiling of my school, sometimes I wonder if there are a large number (>14) of monkeys crawling through the ceiling, waiting for an opportune moment to jump down and start reciting Hamlet.

I have a weird brain.  So I’ve decided to take a thought from every day, for the next 100, and post it here.  This will not supplant other types of posts, though I’ll focus a bit less on those.