And who's gonna make me laugh? Maybe I don't know the right people, but the conversations I'm trying to make recently flow as swiftly as water down the toilet. There's a museum that features a glass container some dude filled with liquid tar a hundred years ago. Every seven years, give or take a few months, a drop forms at the lower end of the container and drops onto a glass plate below. But it still does so more often than I'm told a pun with enough wit to squeeze a chuckle out of me.

In the barren lands around the north pole, where it seems to be not enough food nor light for any kind of life to survive on, there are rocks on which a form of vegetation lives. It feeds on minerals it dissolves from the rock surface, and has enough light to grow only for a couple of days each year. Yet still, compared to talking I do on IM, it's tiny body suddenly sprouts huge, extraodrinary shapes it takes years to explore.

If there was a stone obelisk the size of a bus, and there was a small bird who'd drop a tiny drop of water onto its surface, and would do that only once each year, watching that stone slowly disappear due to errosion would still be far more exciting than the chitchats I'm having.