Bemused Embrace of Nihilism

I saw the….well…..if there was light, I would have seen it.

Yesterday I just upgraded my eyes from rabbit ears to high def. Doc had to shift me to gas permiable contact lenses because my corneas were no longer roundish. Thus…. no more glasses, just sanded off hockey pucks that require a miniature plunger to remove – vision unplugged.

I think the  prescription might be a little strong…..my laptop is taking on Dali-esque properties (of course, that could be driven by my continued allegiance to Ken Kesey). I’ve now moved from Apple 2E to the hyper-real……and amazingly am still a sarcastic nihilist (can’t decide whether to go with sarcilist of nihilcastic).

Ok, so visual clarity has some yin and yang…..for example, some new observations:

• That’s what my eyes look like? My glasses actually made my eyes look less buggy – sort of a reverse SuperMan effect. Now my creepiness is on full display.  Of course being creepy didn’t hurt David Letterman’s chances with da ladies….and…..um…..ok, sorry just threw up a little in my mouth.
• A dork, without glasses, is still a dork.You can take the boy out of dungeons and dragons, but you can’t take dungeons and dragons out of the boy.
• Indiana clear is just as boring as Indiana blurry – before it was just boring, now its vividly boring.
• My wife is hot – ok I already knew this but I just like to rub it in.
• That ball was clearly fair. I mean I was pretty sure it was fair when mostly blind, now I’m really sure. Stevie Wonder knew that one was fair. Should they really let Yankee fans umpire games?

Of course, like Proust said, the times you struggle through trying circumstances are the times that you grow the most. While not being able to read street signs was difficult I was able to discover my inner essence – which basically an unbearable darkness, that if ever unleashed would envelope the world with sarcastic indifference and a touch of whimsy.

On second hand, maybe it would be better to ignore my inner essence. Finally, I am seeing clearly.