Brain Fart
March 27, 2009 by Douglas · Leave a Comment
Have you ever heard someone say they had a Brain Fart? Now I personally don’t dislike the word “fart” whereas some others… maybe someone you are married to, and maybe especially when you are around children – DON’T like the word “fart”. I digress.
Well I was sitting here trying to think of a good logo for a web site with the word brain in it, and of course jumped right onto Google looking for brain-icons for ideas. There’s nothing good out there, don’t even bother looking. I wasted half an hour thumbing through images of brain-related icons to no avail. There were plenty of icons, but nothing usable for a web site logo. Nothing even inspiring.
BUT what I did find was that most images of the brain, especially those taken from more of an aerial-like view were kind of butt shaped. YEAH, your brain has kind of this butt crack in it. Its not unlike a butt crack in my opinion, which would explain why I am always losing and forgetting stuff… because there is obviously a hole, somewhere IN that crack!
I have therefore theorized that this is also the home of the dreaded brain fart. Again, when likening your brain to that of an ass, as it were, you will find that they both have said cracks – and said farts.
Not that I am a connoisseur of butt farts by any means, but one could say the ‘quality’ of that fart would be at least partially dictated by the food one consumes. Granted that would be on the nose, or smell of the fart. If you are judging it on length and pitch well you must then take into account the girth of the butt. The people who have major, almost clam shell-like control over their cheeks would be able to manipulate the expulsion with the greater control…
…What?
What would constitute a more quality brain fart I would only assume is relative to the importance to the task at hand, or the direct correlation to how embarrassing this mishap will be. Humiliation being directly proportionate to the timing and vital-ness of the task being interrupted by the brain fart. Or H=(T+V)/K.
I'm an independent web developer and copywriter. When I'm not gazing into the seductive mistress of the internet, I'm helping to raise my two daughters (1 teen, 1 pre-teen) and hyperactive 5 year-old kung-fu master son. Blissfully and happily married to my wife, Kristen - as we try to survive the epic daily battles of suburban life in Maple Valley, WA.