Caged Wisdom

The title of my blog has a long and glorious tradition. It started with a roommate last year who never came out of his room. Because of his large beastly qualities and a unique stench, readily identifiable upon entry to the premises I started to call our apartment 'the cage.' The name caged wisdom came about later when I was mentioning to a friend that my roommate stays in his room most of the day except to return dishes to the kitchen sink. Upon a chance encounter he would speak to you for about 15 minutes at a time, without letting you speak, about his favorite tv shows or movies, local restaurants, about how he didn't like our previous roommates, about how you were wrong about everything, and about how he didn't like your friends, even occasionally insulting them when they happened to be there. He would then retire to his cage, and his TiVo, only to return when he had more 'wisdom' to impart to your (un)fortunate soul. My other roommate said it best when he described his thoughts during one of caged wisdom's instructional (one way) conversations: "Is there anything that I can say to you right now that will make you let me go?" I suppose that sometimes we best keep our wisdom caged.