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Due to an extreme state of boredom that I experienced when many of my friends first went to college and I was stuck at home, I decided to type an email. This later became the national obsession known as, Random Thoughts by John Cottrell. It was September of 1998, the late afternoons lingered with the last remnants of a summer heat and the dawn of autumn nights were saturated with memories of lawnmower grass mulch and pencil shavings. At the time the Internet was still synonymous with AOL and I quickly became one of the first victims of the buddy list away/idle trick, which would later become one of my own weapons of deceit using the unlimited Internet connection common to college dormitories. I recall a great deal of confusion at anger when friends would not reply to my instant messages. Once the concept of Instant Messenger and the Buddy List reached my understanding I became increasingly frustrated by the disguised loneliness I would experience when signing-on. At times like these one's mind begins to wander. I suppose mine had always wandered, but I decided to finally listen to the observations that my mind made while wandering through the cranial gauntlet of my psyche. The documentation of this exploratory journey is how these Random Thoughts by John Cottrell came to fruition. It's been an up and down ride. There were periods of time where no new thoughts hit the board. (Image added for emotional effect: in the distance a lone violinist plays a sad song.) Then there were periods where multiple new thoughts would surface. (Image added for emotional effect: At a family gathering a young child beats his father at a game of chess for the first time, after numerous matches that resulted in the young child crying in the bathroom.) Much like the ideas, the timing is random. Most importantly, they are here to make you laugh and for me to use as an excuse of why I can't enter into politics. Enjoy. |
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*Attorney General's Warning - Random Thoughts may not be suitable for younger children, pregnant women, the elderly, Trent Lott, persons with large sticks or stick-like objects lodged in their backside orifices, current and possible future employers of John Cottrell, and relatives of John Cottrell who know him as a clean-cut, respectable young man who, because of his chivalrous persona, used to cut his grandmother's toe nails. Please take note. Read at your own risk. |
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