Totally Random
It is late. I should be sleeping. But I can't.
This happens occasionally and when it does, I am horrified that I am entering some awful insomniac phase, terrible bouts of which I was prone to in my late 20's. At its worst, I had an eight-week period of insomnia in which I averaged two hours per night. AVERAGED. There is no misery like the lack-of-sleep misery.
But usually it's just a one time thing and I sleep fine the next night. Tonight, however I will worry that it's the beginning of some endless misery. And I will entertain a seemingly endless parade of meaningless information that will flit into my head, fly around like a butterfly, and then exit dramatically never to return. Thoughts such as...
Do tarantulas mate for life? Here is a picture of a tarantula that was in our garage last January. We removed her, but what if she has found her true love, returned to my property with Mr. Tarantula Right, and will soon spawn baby tarantulas in my garage or some other hidden place in the space I call mine? God.
Do I know myself at ALL? Here is a picture of me at a Trance concert. Do you even know what that is? A few months ago, I did not. I may not even be saying it right. I never mentioned to you, blogging world, that I went out one evening, here in Austin to a Trance concert. With Trance music. That's what they call it. I went with some coworkers. Look at me, slightly tipsy and having fun at a Trance concert. It was a hip trendy club with hip trendy people all listening to hip trendy music. There was one giant entity on the dance floor and that giant entity was made up of very young, hip, trendy people all wearing black and swaying to the music in a hip, trendy fashion. And for a short period of time, I was part of the hip, trendy entity. And I actually liked it. The music and the whole thing. Crazy. Who knew?
Is it true that the human mouth is the filthiest thing around? Didn't our parents tell us that eons ago? Here is a picture of my son's arm after his first biting incident at pre-school. That is a human bite. A mark created by another frustrated toddler who was apparently not getting his or her way. For some reason, this disgusts me more, possibly, than the tarantula situation.
Alright. Now that that's out of my system, maybe I can get some sleep.
This happens occasionally and when it does, I am horrified that I am entering some awful insomniac phase, terrible bouts of which I was prone to in my late 20's. At its worst, I had an eight-week period of insomnia in which I averaged two hours per night. AVERAGED. There is no misery like the lack-of-sleep misery.
But usually it's just a one time thing and I sleep fine the next night. Tonight, however I will worry that it's the beginning of some endless misery. And I will entertain a seemingly endless parade of meaningless information that will flit into my head, fly around like a butterfly, and then exit dramatically never to return. Thoughts such as...
Do tarantulas mate for life? Here is a picture of a tarantula that was in our garage last January. We removed her, but what if she has found her true love, returned to my property with Mr. Tarantula Right, and will soon spawn baby tarantulas in my garage or some other hidden place in the space I call mine? God.
Do I know myself at ALL? Here is a picture of me at a Trance concert. Do you even know what that is? A few months ago, I did not. I may not even be saying it right. I never mentioned to you, blogging world, that I went out one evening, here in Austin to a Trance concert. With Trance music. That's what they call it. I went with some coworkers. Look at me, slightly tipsy and having fun at a Trance concert. It was a hip trendy club with hip trendy people all listening to hip trendy music. There was one giant entity on the dance floor and that giant entity was made up of very young, hip, trendy people all wearing black and swaying to the music in a hip, trendy fashion. And for a short period of time, I was part of the hip, trendy entity. And I actually liked it. The music and the whole thing. Crazy. Who knew?
Is it true that the human mouth is the filthiest thing around? Didn't our parents tell us that eons ago? Here is a picture of my son's arm after his first biting incident at pre-school. That is a human bite. A mark created by another frustrated toddler who was apparently not getting his or her way. For some reason, this disgusts me more, possibly, than the tarantula situation.Alright. Now that that's out of my system, maybe I can get some sleep.
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The males wander widely, though, especially during mating season. Those who survive their nuptuals (they are equipped with special hooks on their front legs to keep the female's fangs from piercing them) tend to settle in a relatively small area afterwards.
Females are bigger than the males, by the way, another reason they don't travel.
This is ancient knowledge; the state-of-the-art may differ.
OMG.
Though it’s late here too and I should be sleeping…. But I’ll take this moment to spit out what this guy thinks:
1. tarantulas don’t mate for life or any arachnid for that matter.
2. We rarely know ourselves in as much as we are capable of. The person you and your friends know as “you” is but one slice of an orange that could be cut in many directions or one aspect of a multi-sided object. In other words we are more a product of our situation than our values. Common sense would tell us the reverse. Perhaps you see another side of yourself that you didn’t see possible. And if so, it’s pretty sweet. (man I love psychology :)
3. I’m pretty sure that there is an over grown lizard out there that has a much much worse bite. It’s toxins from its mouth actually kill it’s prey with in an hour or so; at which time it eats them of course. It might be called the Komodo dragon or something… not sure. But for your peace of mind, dog mucus (and most animals) has many more bacteria and other things to cause infection than a human.
As I proof read this I realize that I watch way too much discovery channel. I hope you are getting some rest lately.
Dan