What's your sperm like?

Sperm.
Sperm.
Sperm.

It's such an awkward word. I figured that the more I typed it, the less awkward composing this blog would be, but it's clearly not working.

At around 3 o'clock this morning, I almost fell asleep, but I was awoken by a thought. . .an idea- a concept, if you will: "What's your sperm like?" Now, this sounds completely absurd, but I think it's so crucial that I just had to blog about it. If anyone was to ask me how I was, I'd probably respond somewhere along the lines of "I'm tired" or "I'm alright" or "I'm well" etc. But what about the sperm? How do they feel? What's their outlook on their short and important life?

Before I give my take on what sperm are like emotionally, I'd like to remind you of the importance of this seldom noticed (until its too late) flagellated creature. Sperm are haploid (1N) male reproductive cells that live their life in dormancy UNTIL epic moments of fertilization. The sperm has one goal: the egg. He has one hope: the egg. Apart from that egg, he is nothing.

With that said, how do sperm feel? I don't think they're happy. I don't think they're ditsy. I don't think they're depressed and lazy for the most part (while some may be in the case of sterile males, but that's a story for another blog). I think sperm are serious, mean, and focused. I concluded in my early morning musings that sperm are like runners on the starting line. They spend all their lives in preparation for the Fertilization Olympics. "On your mark. . .. get set. . .EJACULATE!" The race begins.

There are 20-100million sperm contestants in this event and only one winner. All other contestants die and are reabsorbed to form new sperm who get another shot sometime in the future. Talk about high stakes! The winner, however, forms a child. This is the mystery of life.

What do you think? Am I right? Post comments below.
Also, I've only covered sperm in this blog. What about the ladies? What about that egg? What's she like? I've got my ideas, but I'd like to hear yours, female blog viewers!

A Joy of Living

One of the great things about being alive is having the ability to eat. I love eating, but some things are just far more enjoyable to consume than others. One of those extra enjoyable things is Lucky Charms.

Man, they're divine, and they taste great. If you're eating them for that reason alone though, you're missing out on a whole other plane of confectionery delight.

The best part about this cereal of choice is not the curiously shaped frosted figures or the milk upon which it lays so effortlessly on. It's the CHARMS. After all, they are lucky :D

I've been eating this cereal religiously every night, give or take, since the beginning of the year, and I don't regret it. Today, while eating and juggling several conversations (without talking with my mouth full), I almost relapsed into thinking that the cereal merely tasted great. My thoughts changed when I took a look down into the wonderful field of colors and abstract shapes that awaited their inevitable digestion below. Looking at the sea of charms sitting in that bowl is, in essence, a free ticket to a visual roller coaster filled with beautiful rainbows, stars, balloons, and everything in between. Needless to say, it's a visual feast. PLUS, I'm convinced that every charm has its own unique and special taste that separates itself from every other charm in the bowl. Doesn't it?

What am I getting at here? I'm not merely writing to make myself hungry! Well here's my point. If you're diminishing your quality of life by not eating this savory treat AT LEAST once daily, you're a fool. Go grab a bowl, and join the fun!