August 20, 2008

  • Amnesiac

    A great man once said "8 straight makes great" so I decided to end that streak there and start a new one.  After 1429 posts, I tend to forget some things I've mentioned. 

    Like, have I ever chronicled my distaste for unmarked vans?  In the parking lot of Kroger today, I saw this weirdo loading all this food into the back of his unmarked van. Like chips, and sodas,  and Famous Amos cookies. 


    A Dramatization

    My first impression:  you have a half dozen small asian children trapped in the back of your van.  Mark it, clown.  Are you a plumber?  A gardener? A child rapist?  I'll assume the latterest.  The most latter.

    Even worse than not marking your van, though: being an ice cream man.  I mean, come on.  Does it get worse?  How can a woman marry an ice cream man? Knowing your husband will be out patrolling the streets looking to con little kids into losing their money.  While probably kidnapping a few.


    Where Childhood Innocence Goes To Die

    It's like the famous old joke.
    Why does the ice cream man play his music so loud?
    To muffle the screams.

    After scouring the archives, I had not talked about unmarked vans before.  So there you go.  A new take.

    But, it's like, I'm constantly maturing and changing and becoming better, so even if I forget that I already mentioned something, I'll still have a fresh take on it.  Based on my years of new experience.

    I was once told that I grew up with a chip on my shoulder.  According to the perfect source of all information, Wikipedia, the phrase "having a chip on one's shoulder" means having a harboured grievance or sense of inferiority and being quick to take offence.  And when I think about it, I really do.  That's how I go through life.  I always try to prove something, and I always try to get better.  And I am easily hurt or offended.  Alot of that might have to do with some of my mental issues/deficiencies.  Neurotic to the bone? No doubt about it.

    But, you know what, I got that going for me.  Which is nice.

    P.S. - I'm through my 3rd rewatch of The Office.  Including the deleted scenes and extras.  Now, I'm almost done with watching all the commentaries and then... on to the next obsession.  Binge, binge, binge, drop it.  Thus is life. My life atleast.