Those Naughty Soda Bottles

I was heating up my dinner this evening while mentally battering my self-confidence (utilizing my multi-tasking abilities for evil). By the time I pressed my glass against the fridge to activate the ice dispensor I had almost convinced myself that I was hopelessly incapable of writing well. I turned to the counter where several soda bottles and juice containers were sitting, and started to decide which would go best with my bean and rice burrito. I could not choose between the Root Beer or the Wild Cherry Pepsi, but before I could make up my mind my attention became focused on the bottles themselves. Something did not look right.

After a moment I realized what is was. The caps were switched! One had a white ring and blue cap, the other a blue ring and a white cap.

Who on earth would do such a thing?
Could it be less obvious which cap goes where?
Were the caps the same size, or was one of the bottles leaking?

I picked up the Wild Cherry Pepsi and shook it a little to see if it would fizzle. I thought this was a stupid method for testing the carbonation of soda - if there was only a little left, wouldn't I have just wasted it? But I had seen my friend James Martin (not to be confused with James McDuffie) do this a couple weeks earlier, so for some reason it became my solution as well. It did fizzle and I proceeded to pour the syrupy substance into my glass (a decision I am certain I will pay for later this evening).

Throughout this process I continued thinking about the cap mix-up, and even created a little story. It was a story of secret intimacy between two soda bottles. Surely there was a rendezvous, unseen by the people in our household, that resulted in this accidental exchange of caps in the night.

Suddenly I realized I had been staring at these bottles for several minutes, and determined that anyone who slips into daydreams about the love affairs of beverages must have a desire to write. And if there is desire and practice, I'm hoping ability will follow.

Inspiration Strikes Again!

As you may have observed from my lack of blogging, I have hit a severe dry spell - creatively speaking. However, this weekend I have had a couple of ideas causing curious tingles in my brain that are both pleasing in a tickling manner, and irritating in a "I'VE GOTTA SCRATCH THIS OR ELSE IT'LL DRIVE ME CRAZY!!!" sort of way.

One idea came at 2:00 this morning as I was riding home with my hopelessly talented and unambitious ex-boyfriend, Daniel (yes I know, it "takes-one-to-know-one"). He was telling me about his girlfriend, Erin, who suffers from a similar condition. What is interesting is that she would like to work in a field that does not currently exist. Well, it may exist, but I am unaware of it. Basically, she and many others foresee that eventually man will want to inhabit other planets, and to do so they will need to send many supplies into space. Some of these supplies include animals. She would like to work with these animals for a living.

As I was listening I started getting images of animals being sent to space, and one that popped into my mind was Noah's Ark. I laughed at first, but then a story line began to emerge. I brought it up with no intention but to chuckle together for a moment and then move on. But one thing that is great about Daniel is he likes to flesh things out for fun. We ended up spending the rest of the 1/2 hour drive loosely putting together this C-rated action/sci-fi story. There's not much to it, but it got those creative juices flowing that have been sitting stagnant and collecting greenery.

It was nice.

Well, I'm off to get some work done before the weekend ends, and hopefully to practice my guitar some.