Creative Moments

Creative people get ideas at unexpected times in unexpected places. However, at one point, these places become repetitive. The following are some of the most relevant (in reverse order of magnitude):
-Driving: while driving down to work my brain goes to lala land and boom! New idea!
-Watching sports: second inning, home 0-0 visitors, there's a discussion on the pitching mound... mount? Mount Everest? Discussion? Fight? Gun shots! Idea!
-Meetings: "This way we can solve the problem X by introducing Y and Z smaller problems." Fixing problems with problems? X, Y, Z? Conflict between letters X, Y and Z! Bingo!
-Listening to endless monologue: "Today I ate a hamburger, not any type of hamburger, but a cheeseburger. At first I thought it was just another regular burger but, oh boy!, this one came with cheese, and not only that bla bla bla bla--," deaf ears, deaf brain, wandering... Idea! Oh, yeah!
-The loo: guess where I thought about this idea? Duh, yeah?

New Bed

"I'm excited," said Peter.
"Why?" replied Tony.
"I bought a bed yesterday. I'll get it today."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah, and it has SAC and TOES."
"What's SAC and TOES?"
"Support Automated Control and Typical Orientation Estimated Sleep. And there's more, this bed also has PUK, CACA and STINC"
"Wow! You must be happy... err... I think... Your bed can PUK and CACA the SAC when TOES STINC. Sounds great!"

Confuso Advice

Confuso, the Mexican wiseman, spreaded his wisdom, “The night is dark. Beware of the darkness as it’s hard to see.”

The disciple asked, “That’s a deep thought. What do you really mean?”

Wrinkling his forehead Confuso replied, “The night is dark. Beware of the darkness as it’s hard to see.”

“Is this a metaphore?”

“No, it’s dark! Bring a lamp or somethin’, I can’t see a thing!”

Busy Street

“There were 35,726 cars today,” said the street.

“Don’t you have something better to do?” said the traffic light.

“No.”

“I do. I’m the master. I can stop cars at will.”

Stretching, the street said, “Oh, yeah? So, there’s no master computer controlling you? Is it?”

“Well… that’s different… I mean.”

“You mean nothing, you are a slave. On the other hand I’m free: I can count as many cars as I want,” said the street proudly.

The traffic light realized the street was right, You are a slave... you are a slave… you are a slave… It became sad, and then sadder. It couldn’t switch colors and got stuck in yellow, blinking slowly.

Oopsy! The street thought, realizing it made a cruel comment.

Crash! Bonk! Kaput! The cars crashed. Without the light, traffic became a mess—total chaos. The traffic light suddenly knew it had a purpose in life: to control cars and avoid crashes. It was in control! And that made it happy.

The next day the street said, “I counted 38,674 cars. What a busy day!”

“And I blinked 2,365 times!“ replied the traffic light enthusiastically.

Flatto

It's a beautiful day in Flatto--you can see as far as the eye can reach. Flatto, as its name depicts, is the flattest city on the face of the earth; its inhabitants are proud of it, old Bobbie says, "It ain't get better than this: the oven heat summers and the frozen popsicle winters are hot and cold." You can tell he's proud as he shows a yellow-black-spotted smile (with a missing tooth, or two... make that seven).

Fall is the best time of the year at Flatto: everybody talks about the annual Fall Flatto Fair. Held once a year and for a limited time--it runs for only three months. Great gross eating contests are the highlight, where the usual winner is 'Skinny Joe.' At his mere 350 pounds, he's capable of inhaling a ton of junk food in less than ten minutes. Not only that, he's also the fastest barfer in town! He can unload a belly loaded to its full capacity in less than a minute.

One of Flatto's most distinguished inhabitants is Mr. Ran 'Loco' Chero. Mr. Chero is amazing as he plays the best 'My way' banjo version ever. The town's favorite is the tumbleweed watching contest: the best players can watch tumbleweeds for several days at a time. It's fascinating!

So many things to do! If you are planning vacations we encourage you to visit this charming little town.

Flatto... Where thumbleweeds and junk food sorround you with their luscious stuff.

About Watches

Do watches watch?
Can you watch them?
Can you wash them?
Do watches keep time?
Can time keep watching?
Can you keep time by watching watches?
Are clocks related to watches?
Can a clock watch a watch?
Can a watch ask the clock to keep time?
Can a watch do time when it misbehaves?
Do watches waste their time?
Can watches go to waste?
Are watches a waste?

All Ears

Lefty, the left ear, said, “I think I’m bigger than you.”

Unhappy, Righty, the right ear, said “No, you are not. Besides you are all waxy.”

“Waxy? I shower everyday. Look at you! You have hairs coming out of you. Yuck!”

“Waxy, waxy, nah, nah, nah.”

Turning red, Lefty tried to punch Righty, but his efforts were in vain –Righty was too far away.

Seeing this mess, Cerebro, the brain, said, “Enough kiddos! Behave!” That didn’t slowed them down:

“Waxy, waxy, waxy.”

“Hairy, hairy, hairy.”

Sighing, Cerebro thought, It’s always the same, they never listen.

THE END

The incredible story of the beautiful butterfly that wanted to reach the sky, get to outer space, and grab a Star

SHE COULDN'T.

THE END

Old Mouse

"You are so arrogant," said the mouse.

"And you are so old. What mouse in the XXI century is still wired?" said the monitor. The keyboard looked at the monitor with evil eyes.

"Kids! Behave, show good manners," said the computer.

A day in the office: mouse dragging, monitor blinking, keyboard smiling, and computer thinking. Tired, the old mouse literally dragged its non-existent feet to bed, I wish I was a Mexican tooth mouse*. At least they make kids happy. He thought.

*Equivalent to the tooth fairy, but not as hot.

His owner never cleaned him --dirty old mouse they'd said. With a few weeks left to live, old mouse decided to live at the edge. What could he do? Scratching his right button, he thought, I should become a F1 car racer, but I don't know how to drive... Can I climb a mountain? I don't think I have enough wire. Damn wireless mice! But he couldn't think of anything good, his scroll wheel spinned in a sign of despair. Time to go bed...

A new day: Mr. old mouse woke up with a big yawn -he slept soundly. Full of energy he did his morning exercises, "One, move the wire to the left, Two, to the right, Three, spin you wheel, Four, two button click." In better shape than ever, he waited to be used; his owner usually showed up around 11am --not the hardest worker in the office, if you ask me.

The melted clock, he believed Dalí designed him, yelled "11am".

"Are you guys ready?" Said the computer.

"Whatever Brainac," said the rest.

Señor Owner (he asked us to hide his super-secret identity) had a surprise in a box. What could it be? Everybody wondered and Don Owner put his hand inside and took something out: blue... glossy... shiny (glossy is shiny, isn't it?, duh, yeah?)... rectangular... sexy curves... Old mouse could not believe his eyes as the spanking brand new she-mouse flew in the sky.

"Hi, I'm Bluemousa."

"Hola Mamacita. I'm old mouse, but my friends call me old mouse," said old mouse blushing as his red light lit --his back read 'Made in Mexico.'

"Hi Ole' mouse. I'm sorry to tell you this, but"

"Whatever you say Mamacita. I'll do whatever you want, I'm your slave."

"Good! I'm glad. Now I can replace you without feeling bad."

"What the...? Who? You? But... but..." and Mr. old mouse couldn't talk anymore. Did the cat eat his tongue?

Yanked, his wire floated in the air and went to the floor. Old mouse cried, how could he be discarded is such an ugly way? Feeling sadder than ever, he jumped off the desk, but he didn't hit the floor: his wire connector got stuck between the keyboard and the monitor.

In the end he choked and died at the edge, just the way he wanted!

THE END