I suppose that I can be forgiven for filling my environment with empty sound, since it is an otherwise empty environment. You're only crazy if you talk to yourself when alternatives are present. Nevertheless, some of the sound with which I fill my environment is quite silly. This morning, when I got up, I heard "Vaseline" by Stone Temple Pilots in my head. By the time I hit the shower this morning, I was singing it in Cookie Monster's voice. See why I want my neighbors at a respectable distance? I am kind of discouraged by the prospect of being met coming out of the shower by guys in white coats with a nice wrap-around canvas bathrobe and a syringeful of thorzine cocktail!
Sometimes I do get silly. It's the kind of brain I have that is often struck by what the existentialists called the absurdity of existence. I guess Crystal appreciated it. I was always good at making her laugh. I guess it does take a certain kind of woman to appreciate my perverse humor. Not everbody is inspired by Peter Gabriel's "Kiss That Frog" to improvise an appropriate foreground monologue for that track delivered by Kermit the Frog as if he were getting head from Miss Piggy.