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Almost all the Gatorades are gone already. I think we have two left. Just waiting there, all green and cold.
Goddamn Gatorade is good shit.
Tough day at work, as I knew it would be. About thirty more tough days in a row coming up. Pass the Gatorade.
My camcorder purchase has lifted my spirits considerably. With more electronics on the horizon, and with baseball season just around the corner, I may be able to stave off a late-winter depression after all.
Plus I was digging through my closet and I came across a relatively new shoulder bag that I had prematurely abandoned. That thing is now back in the rotation.
I was at Whole Foods this evening and I was looking at the rotisserie chickens, all neatly packed into their plastic cases. Every one was prepared the exact same way, was just about the exact same size, and they were stacked so perfectly that they might as well have been boxes of cereal. My first thought was sympathy for these chickens. Sure, chickens are dumb animals who don't really want more out of life than some food, an occasional sex romp, and to not be killed. But when they are alive they must each still have some measurable strand of individuality, something that separates one from the next, something that could roughly be called a personality. To think about them herded into a room, decapitated, feathered, skinned, refrigerated, shipped, cooked, and packaged like Sugar Corn Pops is tremendously sad to me. A walking, breathing, no-ill-will-bearing creature slaughtered and stripped of its (admittedly limited) chicken dignity. It was at this moment that I felt great pride in my vegetarianism. Fuck you, chicken processing industry.
My second thought was that if I weren't a vegetarian, I could really go for some delicious rotisserie chicken. Mmm.
Outside of my thumping little baby, what should I shoot with my new camcorder? Some squirrels going at it on the Orange Thing?
I would make an official list out of this, but it's late and my verbungle is falling asleep. So let me start with the first three entries and I will let you complete the list.
12 Sweeping Statements That Can Easily Be Proven False
1. All of the Backstreet Boys went on to successful solo careers.
2. In all great works of literature, the main character's last name is "Dugan."
3. The answer to like the last 13 whodats is "Ralph Macchio."
So this is an easy chance for you to rack up some GP's. 5 points each for the first 9 reasonably decent additions to this list.
Almost all the Gatorades are gone already. I think we have two left. Just waiting there, all green and cold.
Goddamn Gatorade is good shit.
Tough day at work, as I knew it would be. About thirty more tough days in a row coming up. Pass the Gatorade.
My camcorder purchase has lifted my spirits considerably. With more electronics on the horizon, and with baseball season just around the corner, I may be able to stave off a late-winter depression after all.
Plus I was digging through my closet and I came across a relatively new shoulder bag that I had prematurely abandoned. That thing is now back in the rotation.
I was at Whole Foods this evening and I was looking at the rotisserie chickens, all neatly packed into their plastic cases. Every one was prepared the exact same way, was just about the exact same size, and they were stacked so perfectly that they might as well have been boxes of cereal. My first thought was sympathy for these chickens. Sure, chickens are dumb animals who don't really want more out of life than some food, an occasional sex romp, and to not be killed. But when they are alive they must each still have some measurable strand of individuality, something that separates one from the next, something that could roughly be called a personality. To think about them herded into a room, decapitated, feathered, skinned, refrigerated, shipped, cooked, and packaged like Sugar Corn Pops is tremendously sad to me. A walking, breathing, no-ill-will-bearing creature slaughtered and stripped of its (admittedly limited) chicken dignity. It was at this moment that I felt great pride in my vegetarianism. Fuck you, chicken processing industry.
My second thought was that if I weren't a vegetarian, I could really go for some delicious rotisserie chicken. Mmm.
Outside of my thumping little baby, what should I shoot with my new camcorder? Some squirrels going at it on the Orange Thing?
I would make an official list out of this, but it's late and my verbungle is falling asleep. So let me start with the first three entries and I will let you complete the list.
12 Sweeping Statements That Can Easily Be Proven False
1. All of the Backstreet Boys went on to successful solo careers.
2. In all great works of literature, the main character's last name is "Dugan."
3. The answer to like the last 13 whodats is "Ralph Macchio."
So this is an easy chance for you to rack up some GP's. 5 points each for the first 9 reasonably decent additions to this list.
posted by hans q. bungle at 02:09
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