Fry Your Opticals At Home, No TV Needed!

I was messing around with my optics this morning, and during said 'e-ball session' I recognized a habitual tendency of moving my head in looloo of rotating my eyes. Speaking of rotate, try tracing a spiral shape with your foveal vision with maximum velocity. That should blow your kool-aid for a while, even if you're assuming a peaceful full-lotus.

That's what we're all about here, folks. Great bursts of red in the officeplace: hey, why you lookin' 'roun' like dat, Ted?-- KA-BLAM!



Meanwhile, at the ranch, the Youth Council fleshed out a feasible, ludicrous storyline (including a scene-buh-scene breakdown, holy shoehorn, we were actually poductive) for our upcoming seven-minute low-budget wonderfilm about gentriglobalconglomglomazation that happens to star me.

I actually had no say concerning my eminent role: the wippasnapjacks brainhurricaned that up on my absence a few weeks ago.



Please peruse my digilant minutes from tonight's meeting:




I'm helping, I'm helping!