Maxwell's Demon and Me

I swear this is what my thoughts must look like flying around in my head.

I can only hope the background in there is as pretty.

Per Webster's dictionary: "Maxwell’s demon, if it existed, would act as a sort of gate guard by sorting between higher-energy molecules and lower-energy molecules within an enclosed space." That is about as watered down a definition as I could fine. The others boggled and hurt my brain.

So, why am I thinking about Maxwell's Demon and all the junk in my head? Let me explain. I just heard about this little Maxwell guy and he has been entered into the great collection of information I collect in the file folder labeled "dumping zone, don't where to file this" that probably takes up one entire half of the small part of my brain that I use. Hey, we ALL only use a small part of our brains so no jokes, please.

There are all kinds of thoughts that float around in my head at any given time. What book am I going to read next? When will the next Vanity Fair be in my mailbox? Is Angelina really a saint or is she the bitch I think she is? There's always a song or two playing in the background...sometimes so stubbornly so I could scream but have no knob I can grab to change the station. Sometimes I even have to sort through all 300 unlabeled, un-filed Cd's in my disk changer to scratch the itch of needing to actually hear said song. It is -not- a good thing. Do I have milk for my coffee? If I do, did it expire sometime in the last week and can it still be considered "good"? Who will be on Oprah today? Does O.P.I. have a new nail polish that I should be wearing? I can't wait to watch my fake boyfriend Anderson tonight on CNN. Has Britney cracked up again? Is SJP really getting a divorce? Are Martians watching me right now? Yeah, uh huh.

This is where Maxwell's little Demon comes in. I think he must be the caretaker of that narrow little space in my head that separates the "normal thoughts" file from the "special needs thoughts" file. Yes, I do have that kind of file because there are many special needs thoughts and they should be kept separate from the ones that allow me to "function normally" (ha!) in the real world. About those Martian thoughts: they are not so much the green little guy kind of Martians but the E.T. come to visit and abduct on a UFO kind, and are at times the least of my strange musings.

Maxwell played by Mr. Magoo

"Where did these thoughts come from?" you might ask? "Oh," I will say, "They are self inflicted by an after dark obsession of mine."

It started out very innocently. I couldn't sleep. A friend (Hi, Montana Cupcake!) recommended some late night entertainment to keep me company and so it began. In the beginning, I partook only occasionally on Friday and Saturday nights because I didn't need to be up early the next morning. It was fun! It was mind expanding! I was engaging in all kinds of things I was interested in. I fell in love.

That was almost 10 years ago and while I am still in love, this relationship has planted all kinds of "special" thoughts in my head. Will I ever see the shadow people and if I do will I be psychologically marked for life? Where is Bigfoot? If I go hiking, will I run into him and be psychologically damaged for life? Honestly, I am way more afraid of snakes and bugs than Bigfoot so I don't go hiking. I can stop thinking about that one. What about crop circles? Human or alien creations? Will the whole world end in 2012 and will I be psychologically damaged for life by that? Or will the Age of Aquarius begin in 2012 and set us all free but I will be psychologically damaged from 3 years of worrying that we are going to be sucked into some gravity thing that will make the poles shift and we will all be doomed thus missing out on that age of higher consciousness? Or, will the sun spots decide to do their thing again and destroy satellites and micro waves and I will no longer be able to repeatedly reheat the same cup of coffee into oblivion because we have been put on the fast train back to the dark ages? Where is the Numbers Lady? When she talks I know I'm cool. All my numbers add up to a good number, although right now I can't remember which number it is. This is why I need to hear her again. Wasn't she the one who said the New World Order wasn't going to happen because they have a bad number or something? Now, I am confused because isn't it this whole New World Order that has destroyed our economy because they want to rule us? Oh, and how could I forget that Yellowstone Park is going to explode and off about a gazillion people. Tonight I can hear all about what the next 1500 (!) years hold in store for me. OMG, I barely want to know what's going to happen tomorrow. Now you see what I am talking about. *insert the sound of very loud crickets*

There is so much more but I think that's gives you a sneak peak into that particular file. It's not good. And it's all because of George. He tells me when to go to bed. His voice sooths me to sleep and is there in the dark when I wake up to kick off the covers and all the while he is feeding my "special needs thoughts" file. It is all so wrong but I can't help myself. And it's because "I'm listening to Coast to Coast...."

Coast to Coast AM is my night time radio addiction. (You can find it on a radio near you, too!) It has overloaded my mind with strange facts and trivia. It has kept my Maxwell very busy in the hallway between files of thoughts. And so far, my brain has not over heated. This is all to his credit.

This will explain it so much better than I can.

(Blogger has given me a "video failed" box so, please click on the above link and meet UFO Phil and the Coast to Coast song that says it all.)