I asked a friend to come up with something intriguing, something off-the-wall, something provocative for writing fodder, as the previous week has been somewhat of a blur. The high points of this week follow, with very little commentary.

- I killed an entire bottle of Jack on Wednesday night. See picture to the right. Done and done.

- I went horseback riding on Thursday morning. Those of you for whom this is significant should be taken aback, because when I’m around animals of any type - dogs, lizards, yes, horses too - I feel like Rob Thomas in a biker bar, just a hair more than slightly out of place. But the entire time I was sitting horseback, I was strangely tranquil, content to say such nuggets of wisdom like ‘hey, look! I’m on a horse!’

- I saw Mr. and Mrs. Smith on Friday night, which I thoroughly enjoyed, thank you very much, while sitting next to a beautiful German woman. It’s slightly surreal to hear the execution of a mob boss described as ‘gute schisse.’

- I saw a picture of my younger brother’s removed section of intestine, which had his appendix still attached to it. He still hasn’t seen this picture.

- I had a conversation with this brother - who was on a self-administered morphine drip every seven (7!) minutes - that consisted entirely of exchanges such as ‘wasn’t the trailer for Ghostbusters 2 freaking cool?’ or ‘remember the theme song from “Thundercats”?’

- I was about to ask a friend ‘hey, you want to get some coffee?’ but was pre-empted by the response ‘no, I will not marry you,’ before she heard the end of my query. I don’t know if I have anything else to say about that.

My life has become markedly less interesting since the work week began, so I leave you with the tidbit I pimped for this posting. To be pondered:

Why is it that the world’s bible distributors feel compelled to put the word ‘holy’ before the word ‘bible’ on the cover of each book (making the title “Holy Bible” as opposed to just “Bible”)? Are there other bibles out there that I’m not aware of (”The Unholy Bible,” “The Bible That’s Not Quite as Holy as the ‘Holy Bible,’” “Satan’s Bible: No, It’s Not Holy”)?

I mean really.

Seriously.

Pilfered literary quote of the day: From Justin Tussing’s short story ‘The Laser Age’: ‘But they were the wrong girls. We honed our peripheral vision out of necessity. We existed in a state of hyperawareness and we had dull, thoughtless faces.’ It’s still humbling and, frankly, well, strangely mystic how just a few well-written sentences transcends their placement in a story to become universal. Dull, thoughtless faces.