Robots in disguise...

Robots in disguise... More than meets the eyes... Autobots... Decepticons... remember the good 'ol cartoon The Transformers? It is still my favorite cartoon of all time--The Simpsons is not considered as a cartoon or an animation, for that matter; it's simply the best TV show ever! Anyway, I do feel like Optimus Prime or Bumble Bee or Megatron or the Constructicon everytime I walk through a metal detector. Maybe I'm a real-life Craig Logan aka Wolverine, well-equipped with an adamantium skeletal structure sans the regenerative powers and the overpowering animalistic rage.

Anyway, the metal detectors keep going off whenever I go through them, especially the ones at Walgreen's. This is just a recent phenomenon; I've never encountered this experience until about a few weeks ago. There are two Walgreen's I usually go to, and the metal detectors there never fail to go off. It's getting to the point where the cashiers and the security guards know who I am and let me pass without any hassles.

I'm trying to analyze this peculiar situation and find out the culprit that triggers the machine. For starter, I do have a quite a few things in my jacket, most notably a couple of pens and a small notepad, both of which I bought from Walgreen's. I thought that these items might have triggered the machine but the detector still went off after I walked in without those items. So, what gives? It cannot be my belt-buckle since I'm sure that other people are wearing belts too and the detector didn't go off on them.

Then I got to thinking that maybe the mercury level in my bloodstream is high, so much so that it manages to trigger the stupid metal detector. But this totally does not make much sense at all. Yes, I've eaten a few tuna sandwiches in the past few months and some other fish dishes that Bobo made at home, but I don't think this can really contribute to the elevated level of mercury in the body. If this is the case, then I'm sure that there are zillions of people walking around right now unknowingly that they've being poisoned by mercury. Also, if my mercury level is that high, I should be laying on a hospital bed at this moment in a vegetative state with a feeding tube stuck in my mouth.

Well, this issue hasn't been resolved yet. I'll try again tonight at the Brady Street's Walgreen's after I get out of class. By the way, my research seems to finally be taking some definite shape but I still have to do some work in honing my hypothesis and sifting through relevant materials. I've been talking a lot with Dr. John and Shale (Dr. Horowitz) about the research and everything seems to be on track. I'm going to the UW-Madison's Southeast Asian Center tomorrow to go through their SE Asian collection, and hopefully something worthwhile and productive will come out of it.

Okay, now I have to go to my three-hour mental torture, also known as my Western Political Theory class. Three hours of Plato, Hobbes, Locke, Mill, Bentham, Marx and others, in the late evening/night, with a professor that just loves to talk, is not what I call an enticing prospect to look forward to. We'll just have to see what the old decrepit and fortunately dead Englishman, Mr. John Locke, has to say tonight.