Okay, so.. I like straws. I was just getting lunch and I didn't get a drink because I'm trying to stay away from soda mostly. Before I left I saw the straw dispenser and grabbed one so I could use it when I got home and got a drink from the fridge. I didn't need it of course, I'm not a man-child who can't drink normally. So why did I want a straw so badly? I figured I just couldn't trust gravity. Gravity doesn't take orders from anyone. On the other hand, a vacuum can be even more unruly without the presence of gravity to keep it in check. Gravity keeps space from turning us into meat sauce. I begin to marvel at the fact that gravity controls such a small space around such small clumps of dirt and other various materials in the midst of such a vast expanse of vacuum that we seem unable to even comprehend it's limitations. Yeah I know, faux nerd talk... you can hit me later. Anyway, I grin as I think to myself that anyone who ever said science wasn't full of wonder deserves a boot in the ass, but then I realize that I'm discrediting other forces. That's something I feel I do far too often, as I'm fairly certain any God or other embodiment of creation could kick my ass a million billion years before my scheduled existence, without my ever knowing of my punishment. There are a lot of possibilities to consider when you look at yourself and expand those thoughts outward beyond yourself. Hey, just because I adore colorful characters depicted in extremely pornographic images doesn't mean I can't try to be complex. When I got home I found out my straw was too short... curses, I knew that God thing would bite me in the ass.
So who else likes straws?