On a more personal note, about halfway through the morning I suddenly became extremely tired. I said to myself, “Self,” because that’s what I call myself. I said, “Self,” and then I continued on because I was annoying myself by saying “self” one too many times. I said, “I think you’d do well to chow down on some chicken balls and noodles.”
And then I thought, “Chicken balls? I’m sure there’s a joke in there somewhere.” And I laughed at that, which made people look at me kind of funny, because I was just kind of staring into space laughing at nothing they could see. “Yes, there’s a joke in there,” I thought, this time not verbalizing my inner monologue, “but it’s probably not worth the effort to extract it.” And so the chicken balls joke was never fully realized.
So I went down to the takeout place in the Robson Market, bought the chicken balls, veggies, and noodles, and returned to my desk, where I did the predictable thing, which was to eat it.
Well, to finish up an unnecessarily long story, I feel even worse now. In fact, I feel a little ill and more tired than I felt before I ate lunch. I’m listless. I have no lists at all.
I believe that the BBC is grasping at straws when they try to explain away the existence of a monster as hallucinations, optical illusions, or hoaxes. This new “evidence” only demonstrates that when you set out to prove that something doesn’t exist, you will always succeed. The absence of sonar evidence only proves that Nessie is elusive, which we all knew anyway. Photographs and first-hand witnesses provide enough proof that would stand up even in a US military court of law.