Peaeater

Sometimes I get up from my computer and walk about. I tend to get my best ideas on these rambles. When I sit down, they're gone, but, hang it, I just *know* they were my best ideas. I have some ideas on how to get them back though, based on a thought I just had while walking around the house.

Everyone knows you can go back into the past and retrieve lost memories through hypnosis. I'll just go back far enough to get my ideas and stop short of remembering I was Caesar Augustus.

With the aid of an electric clock-radio dangled pendulously from its cord (I have no pocket watch) I shall listen only to my voice, just my voice and no other voice, safe and sleepy, sleepy, feeling sleepy, slipping deeper and deeper, deeper and deeper... 

<Snap!>

I am under my power. I am a chicken. I am a chicken in a barnyard. Bwerk! I am a rooster. Bwerk. Peck! The rooster is king; I am the king of chickens. I am Chicken Augustus. Bwerk bwaaark! *

No, too far! I am an ordinary citizen chicken, not even a senator. In an ordinary barnyard. On fire. An ordinary barnyard fire. I am a chicken on fire in a barnyard. I am running around like a chicken on fire with its head cut off, looking for something. Something good. Something best. Ouch, my head is cut off. Is that the good idea? No. The best? No. Ouch. Where is my head? Is that my head? It feels like my head. No, that is not my head. That is sheep pucky.

<Snap!>

Dang, that didn't work as well as I expected. I guess those good ideas are bwerk forever. Scratch.

* Luke 2:1  "And it came to pass in those days that a decree went out from Chicken Augustus..."