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Monthly Archives: July 2016
Someone was talking. . .
. . .about sunblock and she asked me what I use.
“SPF indoors.”
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Wait, what?
Let me get this straight, you’re so lazy you won’t scoop shit yourself but you’ll call up an app and pay someone to do it for you?
The app is so stupid I should have come up with it.
But I would have called it Poobur.
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Differences
We were driving down a street on a fairly nice evening. It was an uneventful ride. We take a left turn and I see a dog park. And it was packed like a Tokyo subway. Dogs were all over the place. Running, racing, romping. It was as active as an e-coli petri dish. The people were huddled in small, tight groups. I wonder if they were segregated by breed or size or prescription drug usage. Whatever the reason everyone in the park was happy and joyful. A hive of activity.
A block down the street I saw a kid park. Unlike the dog park I couldn’t call this a hive of activity. More like a dearth.
There were four kids and four parents. Each group was separated from one another as if they were positive and negative magnets. Something strong was keeping them apart. There was no eye contact, no one was smiling. It seemed as if everyone was told to go to their respective corners and wait for further instruction.
I wondered what would happen if a fifth pair arrived. Would they gang up on them Lord Of The Flies style or maybe they’d kick the weakest link out of the kid park? It was too grizzly a scene to contemplate so I didn’t.
None of the kids could be considered active. They looked as if they were still strapped beyond movement in their car seats. I even questioned the vital signs of one kid as it slumped over a still horse on a spring. I’m sure none of these kids would even put their head up if they heard the all time kid siren – the ice cream truck.
Pulling out of view I started to think about the differences between those two parks. The vast differences in activity, the levels of fun. It just make me think that one group really wanted what it had. And the other? Not so much.
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Attention people, attention here.
If you’ve ever watched an entire movie in one sitting; if you’ve ever played video games until you looked up and said, “Oh shit! It’s that late?”; if you’ve ever been on Facebook clicking aimlessly, liking things because you feel you have to, typing in personal minutia to give your life some type of meaning then you do not have ADHD.
So stop saying that.
But you do have something, I’ll give you that. You have TSBM: This Shit Bores Me.
That’s right, your attention level is just fine as proven by your recent five hour conspiracy theory video binge. Your problem is you just don’t want to do what you don’t want to do. You just want to look at tits and cats; spend an hour and a half creating a retort to something you didn’t agree with; watch more cat videos.
You’ve become micro focused on things that sooth you, entertain you, piss you off. The rest can go fuck itself. So, please, your attention span in fine. You just don’t care about things that don’t fit into the world you’ve created. So instead of saying, “Oh, sorry I spaced there I have ADHD.” Be honest and say, “Wow, this shit bores me.”
TSBM unite!
Oh, and don’t worry, I know this won’t make any impact. Because those with true TSBM bugged out after the second ‘attention’.
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Pokemon craze
This pokemon go craze has given me an idea for an app. Ganjamon go. But instead of nothing being there it tells you where the nearest dispensary is.
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A Terrible Lie
First, the truth. I was doing yard work and, as sometimes happens when doing yard work, you get cut. It could be as simple as thorns jammed under four or five of your fingernails or as graphic as a thistle from a flower poking into your finger. This time it was a simple tree branch I was attempting to remove who decided to put up a fight. Before the completion of removal it decided to give it one last jolt and raked across my face.
The result was little more than three rips into my flesh. Nothing to concern yourself about mainly because it wasn’t your face. I just wiped away the blood and yanked on the branch until it was separated from its life sustaining tree and tossed it into a pile where it would rot and die a horrible death.
The yin and yang of yard work.
Now, in the second part of the tale, comes the lie. Not that it didn’t happen but, after hearing how I got these three little scratches, how (and why) I turned it into what I did is best left to better people than I. No, not even that’s true. But I’m not going to give you the reason. Not right now at least. I’m going to make you work for it.
A few people had asked me about the scratches. Sometimes I’d tell them the truth, an evil vicious tree tried to kill me but I beat it back with only a tree trimmer and hatchet to defend myself. Once I said,
“Yard work, whatcha gonna do?”
But for this one person I went full on rogue. I wield a tale so insane that, halfway through, even I said, “You know, if there were folks with straight jackets here you’d be carried away.” And I didn’t disagree.
A woman comes up to me, smiling, happy, this is just another uneventful day in her series of uneventful days.
“Oh,” she says innocently. “How did you cut your face?”
“I volunteer at an animal shelter.” I maniacally lie. “And it was my turn to clean out the badger cage.”
“I didn’t know shelters had badgers.”
“This shelter does. If someone finds injured animals they can call us, no matter what it is, and we’ll take it in and nurse it back to health.”
“That’s so nice.”
“I know, isn’t it?” I can feel my halo tilt jauntily upon my head. “I really like these badgers. One especially, we call the old guy Gus. He’s always so friendly to me. But today something went wrong. I could tell the moment I closed the cage behind me. All the other badgers were standing behind Gus as he snarled and bared his teeth to me.”
“Oh no.”
“Oh, it gets worse.”
It’s at this moment when I know I can still bow out of this intact. I know I can say, “Ah, just kidding. A branch tried to blind me.”
But I check my shoulders for my guardian angels. I see, on my right, my devil is frothing at the mouth. He’s actually doing a little jig. To my left I see my angel sitting in a recliner, a six pack, two thirds done at his side, reading the latest issue of Curling World. He looks up for a second and says,
“I’m outta this. You guys never listen to me anyway so go fuck yourself.”
Wow, what language!
I guess we’re doing this.
“At first I figured Gus was just in a bad mood. So I go about my duties. I start cleaning around the feeding area when I hear this otherworldly sound. It’s Gus. He’s standing on his hind legs whirling his front paws like propellers and he’s growling like a wood chipper. I didn’t need more information than that so I started leaving the cage. But I wasn’t fast enough. Gus jumped at me and swung his razor like claws at my face.”
“That’s terrible.”
“I know.” No, seriously, I know it’s terrible. I’m putting images in this poor woman’s head she’ll never be able to remove. So I do what comes naturally. I continue. “I was almost out the door but Gus was too fast for me and he jumped into my face and that’s how I got these cuts.”
“I wonder what his problem was?”
“I found out later that one of the other volunteers had mixed up his medicine.”
“Oh no.”
“Yeah. Instead of his glaucoma medicine they gave him something that, to a badger, is like crack. So there I was, alone and unarmed, in a roomful of drug crazed badgers.” Pausing, I basked in the glow of a battle scared pretend animal feeder. “I’m lucky I only received three small scratches.”
The innocent woman is looking at me. She doesn’t know me well so she doesn’t know how to process this absolutely insane tale. Parts of it sounds plausible. I do have scratches on my face. But so much of it, well, let’s just say seems to be created out of whole cloth. But she just can’t come out and call me a liar. Not in today’s polite society. So she’s stuck, in a quandary, between, hopefully, not believing my tale and having to accept it at face value.
All this happened because I wanted to use the phrase ‘drug crazed badgers’ that day.
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I’m finally going to do it.
I’m opening a basketball theme bar. I’m going to call it Kareem Abdul The Bar.
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