Pondering the imponderable

Sometimes a stray thought comes into my head and I don't know how it got there or why I bother thinking about it at all. Just now I found myself correcting a couple small grammatical errors in the comments of the source to a program I'm writing at work and I paused for a moment while wondering, "Are comments to source code considered literature?" Then I caught myself staring off into space and went back to work.

Sometimes I find myself giving up far too much mental power to these kinds of inane questions, and very often I can't remember what went on while I was off woolgathering in la-la land. Yesterday, for example, on the drive home from work I lost about 10 minutes when I caught myself pondering "If the Cylons were made of metal which was polished to a mirror finish, how could they be affected by Starbuck's and Apollo's laser pistols? Wouldn't the beams just reflect off them harmlessly?"

Comments for: Pondering the imponderable

haha

"Sometimes a stray thought comes into my head and I don't know how it got there or why I bother thinking about it at all."

trust me, the rest of us wonder as well..;)

Posted by toddler at May 1, 2003 3:06 PM

I do that all the time too (especially the wandering thoughts during driving). The thing that scares me sometimes is when I "come back to reality" (for lack of a better term) and suddenly can't remember most of the drive... and sometimes start to wonder if maybe that last light I went through really was green or not.

I know that they are... driving is such a reflex action now.. but it's still unsettling sometimes.

Posted by Miguelito at May 4, 2003 12:12 PM

You've just described how I spend, like, 70% of my day. Thank God I have a job that mostly only requires me to concentrate in 5-10 minute increments...

Good question on the Cylons, though. The same could be asked of Stormtroopers - what the hell were they wearing all that bulky armor for anyway, for if one lousy shot from a blaster could smoke 'em?

Posted by Tess at May 5, 2003 10:23 AM

Tess,

Plain and simple...

...armor gets the chicks.

-S.

Posted by Shane at May 6, 2003 3:46 AM

I can hear what you're saying, Mig. I sometimes wonder if my autopilot is in good shape or not.

And I think Shane has it: armor is a chick magnet.

Posted by wee at May 6, 2003 9:11 AM

Shane, I bow to your impeccable and distinctly masculine logic...

I've told Wee that I don't really have a problem with him bidding on the Stormtrooper armor he finds on Ebay from time to time, as long as it has conveniently-located access hatches... After all, chicks DO dig armor!

Posted by Tess at May 6, 2003 1:22 PM

Weetrooper

Posted by toddler at May 6, 2003 1:33 PM

I'm thinking hydraulics. Hydraulic hatches. With a remote.

Posted by wee at May 6, 2003 2:06 PM

Yeah, a remote - now you're talking! We could be on to a great niche marketing idea for the fetish world here... ;-)

Posted by Tess at May 9, 2003 9:58 AM

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