"There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio..."

And who said the world isn't a strange place...
I haven't seen it, yet, but I hear tell that Dirty Harry (Clint Eastwood) put a bullet in the brain of the Republican Convention. The way I hear it, he was speaking and acting in a somewhat disjointed, vulgar, and disrespectful manner. There are two different views I have heard expressed on this live, surreal display by someone I believed to be a remarkable actor, as well as an incredible director, in the motion picture industry. The first view, which would be the most damaging to him personally, is that he is suffering from some possibly mild, but definite form of dementia, or he truly is a horrible person. Although, in a much more forthright approach, he is expressing exactly the same amount of respect and consideration that the entire Republican Convention is showing to President Obama. Which brings me to the second view: that Mr. Eastwood performed the strange impromptu bit of stage acting on purpose, in order to bring discredit upon the Convention itself, and show up the Republicans for who they truly are in a more direct manner. 
Well, not having seen it, I can't really give an opinion. I can only say, I really hope he wasn't expressing his own sentiments, because I do have a lot of respect for the man, at least up to this point. And that's all I can say about that. 
Moving on in this strange and wonderous world...
You know, I've been a batchelor, and living by myself for a long time. I haven't even really dated anyone seriously, or for that matter dated seriously period, for a helluva long time. There are a number of reasons for this. One being, not having met the right person. Another being, that I am quite comfortable living by myself, and yes, it is safer. 
But a considerably younger woman (30 yrs. old), not that the age matters (OK, it shouldn't matter; but to one degree or another, it does to some of us), has me thinking it might be time to really let the monkey throw a wrench ( yeah, I'm sure you get it, monkey-wrench) into my life. I am very set in my solitary lifestyle. I do have my good friends, Eddie, and Albert. And, of course, my many other friends that I see upon occasion. They, however, are all platonic friends, and just about entirely all married. And none of them require much of my time, or that I make any big adjustments in how I live. Yep, safe, and comfortable.
Now, I'm not saying I will spend time with this particular woman, or even get to know her any better than I do right now. But she makes me want to expand my life beyond just looking out for myself. Remarkably, she does have that effect on me. And just recently, I have begun to realize what a big change that would be. Yes,  I have been thinking about the fantastic (not fantastic in the sense of wonderful, although it very well could be, but in the sense of:  unbelievable) possibility of sharing my life with another person. Think of the Big Bang, but think of it in terms of your world view expanding in an explosive manner. I can't really stress enough the impact upon my view of the world.
As I've said before, reality is all in your perception, which is most assuredly influenced by your perspective. Change your perspective radically, and well, the world seems to be an entirely different place.
Anyroad. For the moment, I have nothing else to say about that...or anything else...but Dr. Who is in his tardis, and all is right with the world...