I'm not what most people would consider imaginative.
I've never seen Star Wars. I read the first three Harry Potter books, but only because I was too young to know better. The recent social obsession with vampires? So dumb. And zombies? Come on.
I don't even play video games.
Needless to say, I don't have much experience with figments of my imagination. I watch enough TV to know what they are, but that doesn't mean I understand them. If you see something no one else sees that something is a figment of your imagination. More to the point, if you see something no one else sees, you should be medically evaluated. Figments of the imagination are just that - imaginary. Consequently, they are nothing to worry about.
Figments of science, however, are a different beast entirely. Take this day - Leap Day, Feb. 29 - for example. Somewhere along the line, someone figured out that there are 365.25 days in every year. It's insane that the .25 produces an extra day once every four years. If you stop and think about it for a second, it's mind-melting. Today is nothing more than a figment of scientific discovery, and it's very real. This day exists only because the social construct of time and the rotation of the Earth dictate that it should.
Don't get it twisted, though. Leap Day does not equate to a free pass. Enjoy this anamoly in our calendar for what it is, but keep in mind that your actions on this Day still have very real consequences tomorrow, March 1. Oh, and make sure you turn back your clocks accordingly.
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Leap Day seems as good a day as any to start up this new project. I've missed writing so I dragged my former college roommates along for the ride. The three of us all have different perspectives and hopefully some ideas worth committing to the Internet.
Nick's lives in Kentucky. Tim's in Texas. Ed is in Ohio for the time being and I live in the great city of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Nick does his laundry seven loads at a time. Tim doesn't separate colors and sets his temperature on cold. Ed only owns one brand of sock so he never has to worry about finding a match. I've done my laundry since I was 12 years old and love the smell of dryer sheets.
We'll be stopping in here occasionally discussing what we hope is a wide variety of topics - not just laundry related. There will be inside jokes that no one else will understand, endless rants and a whole lot of nonsense, but that's what we do and we make no apologies. We do what we want.
