Speaking of Bill Murray, just learned today that Mitt Romney has a house on Lake Winnepesaukie in New Hampshire. I’m about ready to head up there and indulge in some Death Therapy. I hear it’s a guaranteed cure.
I take this all as evidence of past Bill Murray experiences intruding on present time. I wouldn’t rule out ESP or clairvoyant activity either. No. That’s wrong. Gotta look it up.
Ah, and thanks to the Internet, I have it here:
Ah, and thanks to the Internet, I have it here:
VENKMAN
Generally, you don't see that kind of behavior in a major appliance. What do you think, Egon?
SPENGLER
(checking the polygraph)
She's telling the truth -- or at least she thinks she is.
DANA
(defensive)
Why would anyone make up a thing like that?
VENKMAN
Some people like the attention. Some people are just crazy.
STANTZ
(muses)
You know, Peter, this could be a past life experience intruding on the present.
SPENGLER
Or even a race memory, stored in the collective unconscious. And I wouldn't rule out clairvoyance or telepathic contact either.
So what am I getting at here? Well, my days here at work are starting to blend together a bit more than they used to. We’re between projects at the moment so things are a bit slow. But it’s more than that. There’s some kind of weird circadian rhythm in me that causes me to have a lull this time of year. I won’t say intellectual lull lest I invite many snide and rude comments about how I can tell I’m in a lull. February and early March is just a terrible time for me. Winter seems like it will never go away, I feel cooped up at home and I go to work in the dark and come home in the dark, so the only time I get any real sunshine is when I walk outside. I have been walking – try to do at least a half hour a day, and that’s good for the sanity. But by golly I wish the days didn’t blend together here so much.
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