The Twilight Zone

I'm often left alone with my thoughts.  Migraines render me useless and I have to lay down because sitting and standing is far too painful.  When I'm stuck laying around I spend time thinking about work, family, friends, things I wish I could be doing, dream vacations, fabulous shoes, and what I would do if I won a huge lottery.   After hours, or sometimes days, of laying around waiting for a migraine to disappear I run out of normal things to think about.  It's as if my mind goes into some sort of Twilight Zone (cue Rod Serling and the Twilight Zone music) and I start thinking about ridiculous, unimportant things.

For example, my washing machine has three settings...Regular, Super Clean, and Ultra Clean.  Both Super and Ultra sound awesome, but I can't help thinking about what criteria the manufacturer used that ranked Ultra higher up on the cleaning scale than Super?  Why didn't they just use titles like Clean, Cleaner, and Cleanest?

Then I wonder if I were on The Price is Right and made it to the big wheel how would I spin it?  Would I be one of those people that reaches up as high as I can, grabs two of the wheel's spindles (one with each hand), then jumps up and throws my entire body weight into the spin?  No, I couldn't do that.  I hate it when other people do that.  The wheel goes around way too many times and the audience gets bored waiting for it to stop spinning.  Then, what if the wheel stops at 75 cents?  Would I spin again if I were the first contestant?  I probably would, even against my better judgement.  If I ever made it to the big wheel I'd just hope to be the third contestant because that's the power position.  You know what number you have to beat and it takes the guesswork out of your decision for stopping where you're at or going for more spins.  I don't have any desire to go on that game show so why am I making a plan for how I would play the game anyway?

What is Grimace?

A moment later my mind is barreling along another tangent.  I wonder what the hell is that weird McDonald's character named Grimace?  I know the the Hamburgler and Mayor McCheese are guys with hamburgers for heads.  Ronald is, of course, a clown.  There's Birdie, who is an easily recognizable bird.  But what is Grimace?  Is he a part of the chemical compound of food preservatives used in the food that the mere mention of makes one grimace in disgust?  Perhaps if you took the food preservative and studied it under a high-powered microscope you would discover that the structures of the preservative look like purple, inverted candy corn-shaped, blobs?  Who was the marketing genius behind the creation of Grimace and what was their thought process?
 
It would be rewarding if I spent my downtime thinking about solving the problems of the world and having philosophical epiphanies.  Alas, I find it is difficult to think straight when my head is pounding.  At least half of my attention is diverted to how badly my head hurts and how I hope the migraine will cease sooner rather than later.  I guess thinking about stupid stuff helps distract me to some extent and keeps me from focusing on feeling that my life is passing me by while I wait for a reprieve from the migraine.