Stream of Consciousness

We've been working on Daniel's room this weekend. In addition to the laminate flooring that we bought months ago, we've had to pick up a few additional essentials. Like picture frame hooks. And quarter round molding. And a table saw. I'll spare you the details of our weekend, as what started out to be a no big deal project turned into a nightmare simply because we're idiots. But I will give you three tips:

1. If you think because the laminate slips under the baseboards perfectly that removing them from only two walls will be a great shortcut, you're wrong.
2. Getting the hard part out of the way...like the closet...is a bad, BAD idea.
3. Two words: pull bar. $10 at Home Depot. Don't even think about starting a project without one.

So, we're on the way back from Home Depot today where we picked up a compressor/nail gun kit, and thinking about the near $300 of garage appliances we've picked up this weekend for our flooring project, I was reminded of our college days. Whenever we "needed" something for class, usually something that no other student in class had either, like a desktop inkjet printer capable of printing 22x17 inches, we'd go and buy it. We racked up a pretty credit card bill too, one that we're almost but not quite done paying off.

That printer reminded me of a particular project I printed out at 22x17 inches...a poster for "Children of Men".

That poster reminded me of the book that inspired my project, which in turn reminded me of the movie with Clive Owen that was released this year.

In that movie, there was a scene where Clive Owen and the young mother he's helping to escape from England are sitting in a little row boat when out of the fog comes a big boat.

We know from the context of the movie that big boat belongs to the "Human Project."

"Human Project" then jumped to "Human Fund", the fake charity that George Costanza told his coworkers he had donated to in all of their names as a Christmas present.

So...during the two miles between Range and Juban Road...my stream of consciousness skipped water from a nailgun, through post-apocalytic Britain, to Seinfeld.

The human mind is amazing. It's also a little odd.