LIFE, THE UNIVERSE, GEORGE CARLIN, GILLIGAN, & ME..........

I think about life a lot. Maybe too much. Yeah, probably way too much. I think about where I am going and where I have been and where I am now and assorted things like that. I ponder the meaning of my existence and why I was put upon this earth and what great thing it is that I am supposed to do with my life and why the sea is boiling hot and whether pigs have wings.

I have always been a thinker. Perhaps an overly-compulsive thinker, I don't know. I used to have people in school tell me that they could just look at me and tell that my mind was going 100 miles per hour. And they were right, because it usually was. And still is. Over the years, I have developed the ability to process several different thoughts at the same time (and simultaneously, too).

When I am on the computer, I usually have at least three separate things going at the same time. Like right now, for instance. I am writing this....I am downloaded two things off two different websites.....and I have three other websites opened on the task bar. I love multi-tasking, really I do.

I was really saddened about the death of George Carlin a couple weeks ago (has it been a couple of weeks already??). He wasn't really one of my favorite comedians or anything, but I remember him when I was growing up. I mean the younger, short-haired, beardless George Carlin who used to appear regularly on the Ed Sullivian Show.

I only ever owned one of his record albums in my life. It was called "Class Clown" or something like that. But Carlin's passing a week or two ago just left me feeling a little bit older. It didn't affect me as deeply and as severely as when John Lennon was assassinated or anything like that. But it did give me a feeling of loss somehow. As if an insignificant piece of my life suddenly just ceased to exist.

I felt that way when Bob Denver died a few years ago. No more Gilligan. I never gave a vast amount of thought to Bob Denver (except when "Dusty's Trail" or "Far Out Space Nuts" came on TV), but when he left this world he took a tiny piece of me with him. I wish the West Virginia authorities could have just left him alone and let him roll his doobies in peace.

Sometimes I wonder why God made the universe so damned big. Seems like an awful lot of wasted space to me. It's all so cold and empty. Several quadrillion lightyears of irrelevance. I wonder if George and Bob are out there somewhere. I wonder if I will be out there some day. I wonder if I will meet either George or Bob. Hmmm.......maybe Bob.