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Errant, lost, baby clouds

Have you ever wondered why sometimes you feel some rain but it’s bright and sunny outside?  Or why sometimes you’re sitting inside your house in the middle of a dry and dusty summer, and suddenly your hear some rain falling outside your window?   It’s because there’s a baby cloud up in the sky and he’s lost.  He’s weepy because he can’t find his mother and is desperately zipping around the sky looking for her.  That’s why you feel some moisture on your face and yet, when you look up, there are no clouds whatsoever.  You didn’t look up fast enough to see the baby cloud.  Also, he’s quite small.  Just a baby.  You don’t see a trail of tears because he’s crying in short sobby bursts.  A lot of the tears evaporate before it hits you anyway.  That’s why you’re not suddenly drenched and there aren’t random isolated puddles.

Or…you could just be a rain-feeler.

I would expand the explanation, but this is all you’re going to get right now.  I’m too tired to concentrate any more on this.

Transcript that inspired above thoughts:

[21:44:22] [Friend]: ps is it raining outside?
[21:44:49] [Me]: Um…
[21:44:51] [Me]: no?
[21:44:58] [Me]: Does it sound like it at your house?
[21:45:10] [Friend]: yeah….. i hear drops of water outside my window
[21:45:21] [Me]: Interesting.
[21:45:24] [Me]: I hear…Choco’s collar.
[21:45:38] [Friend]: i think maybe it’s a drippy….
[21:45:41] [Friend]: uh..
[21:45:46] [Friend]: hose?
[21:46:06] [Me]: A hose on your roof?
[21:46:54] [Friend]: er… there’s something outside
[21:46:58] [Friend]: i’m on the first floor
[21:47:04] [Friend]: yeah i dunno
[21:47:09] [Me]: Interesting.
[21:47:10] [Friend]: maybe there’s a lone rain cloud
[21:47:13] [Me]: Hahah.
[21:47:15] [Me]: Possibly.
[21:47:18] [Me]: He’s lonely.
[21:47:18] [Friend]: a lone baby rain cloud
[21:47:21] [Me]: So he’s crying.
[21:47:30] [Friend]: well he should stop
[21:47:32] [Me]: Maybe he’s lost.
[21:47:46] [Friend]: he supposed to be crying somewhere else then
[21:47:53] [Me]: How mean. He’s lost.
[21:47:56] [Me]: And he’s a baby.
[21:48:01] [Friend]: where it’s SUPPOSED to be raining
[21:48:07] [Me]: Lost.
[21:48:10] [Me]: Baby.
[21:48:22] [Friend]: don’t clouds have some sort of built in gps?
[21:48:29] [Friend]: like carrier pigeons?
[21:48:48] [Me]: Erm…
[21:48:52] [Me]: Probably not.
[21:48:57] [Me]: Where would they put that?
[21:49:03] [Me]: They’re not very substantial.
[21:50:13] [Friend]: hm…..
[21:50:23] [Friend]: then what makes them feel emotion?
[21:51:02] [Me]: Oh, I think a loose collection of water vapor can feel emotion.
[21:51:05] [Me]: At least…depression.
[21:51:33] [Friend]: errkay

Mt. Fuji: Japan’s highest mountain

I thought I might as well continue “Posts Inspired by AIM Conversations!”  (Please insert the lightning and thunder yourselves).

So, my friend has been looking through these old American Express appointment books as part of her job.  These appointment books are full of interesting quotes and factoids.  That’s right, factoids and not facts.

fac·toid

noun \ˈfak-ˌtȯid\

1 : an invented fact believed to be true because it appears in print
2 : a briefly stated and usually trivial fact
From what my friend has shared with me, I gather that some of these factoids are completely off the wall, some of them are rather mundane, and others…well, they’re just strange and you can’t verify them.  I don’t know why they’d be in an appointment book.  But whatever.  Here’s one of them that immediately sparked my imagination.  In fact, I think the conversation itself is good enough that I’ll let it stand on its own.  Maybe I’ll put in a brief explanation here and there when it gets really obscure.

[11:05:14] cherriebb515: “Mount Fuji, Japan’s highest mountain, has for many centuries been a favorite suicide spot for thwarted lovers.”
[11:06:03] Moosterkey: THWARTED!
[11:06:19] cherriebb515: So…
[11:06:27] cherriebb515: I haven’t noticed anyone committing suicide on Mt. Fuji.
[11:06:40] cherriebb515: I’m not sure how anyone could commit suicide on Mt. Fuji.
[11:06:42] cherriebb515: He’s so small.

Note: Mt. Fuji is also a plush cell phone charm, although recently relegated to bag bling duty.  He looks like this:

Mt. Fuji was in a badge holder when I took the picture, but you get the idea.

Anyway, continuing…

[11:07:55] Moosterkey: Alas! My beloved and I are estranged! My love goes quite unrequited! Quickly! I shall go up to yon mountain! Yon mountain, there! And I shall throw myself from its steep precipice and rid myself of this life that is indeed, quite unbearable to me!
[11:07:59] Moosterkey: That is what they say.
[11:08:00] Moosterkey: All of them.
[11:08:19] Moosterkey: With the back of their right hand upon their brow.
[11:08:27] cherriebb515: hahahahaha
[11:08:31] Moosterkey: At the foot of the mountain.
[11:08:38] Moosterkey: And then they hurry to the peak.
[11:08:43] Moosterkey: And then hurl themselves off.
[11:08:57] Moosterkey: I keep wanted to say that they hurl themselves off the battlements, but I don’t think Mt Fuji has any.
[11:09:10] cherriebb515: hahahahaha
[11:09:23] Moosterkey: Oh, I forgot to say that they make that speech in a breathy kind of voice.

What?  It amused me.  Also, just out of curiosity, does no one else think like this?  Because…I think this is a perfectly normal thing to think upon reading “Mount Fuji, Japan’s highest mountain, has for many centuries been a favorite suicide spot for thwarted lovers.”