Lunch Update
So I have a few minutes here in the Wilmington office before I have to go back to work.
In the oft-quoted words of Mandy Patinkin, "Lemme esplain... no, there is too much, lemme sum up."
4th of July rocked. Family, Friends, Food, Hammock, 'nuff said.
This has been a strange week. Yesterday on my lunch break I saw a 50-something Asian man with a dissheveled pompadour, dressed in a white bell-bottomed jumpsuit (with silver sequins) walk out of nowhere in a little northern Massachusetts town. He set up a boombox on a telephone booth, and started vigorously lip-synching to Elvis Presley songs. This was right in front of the little mom-and-pop sub shop I was eating at, on the sidewalk. He wasn't advertising anything, he was just shaking his shit and pretending to be Elvis in public, utterly unconcerned with the stares of passers-by. It was as fine a display of assertive individualism as I have seen in some time. He had rather pinched features as well, and big sunglasses of questionable taste, not unlike a certain Marxist dictator we've been seeing a lot of in the news lately. He looked like (wait for it) Kim Jong Il-vis.
Then later in the day I passed an enormous horde of high-school-age kids in full pirate garb, carrying the Jolly Roger on a pole, on their way to (presumably) see the new Pirates of the Caribbean movie. A woman passing me saw this and said something like, "Oh, to be 16 again!" I smiled at her and inwardly reflected on my own tendency to dress up as a Pirate at least twice a year for Larp events. Developmentally retarded? YOU be the judge.
I'm going to try to buy a pickup truck as soon as I can. Dammit, I should have a pickup. It'll be the anti-redneck pickup... not a No Fear sticker in sight, or a Stars & Bars, or one of those incredibly irritating copywright infringement decals depicting Calvin (from Calvin & Hobbes) urinating on a Ford logo, or the word "terrorists", or whatever. My pickup will not have a gun rack, it will have a boffer weapon rack. Although I concede that the bed will likely be littered with hand tools, I will counteract this by applying my "Just another Atheist in search of world peace and harmony" bumper sticker on the back. Maybe I'll make a "Ann Coulter Blows Diseased Monkeys" sticker or something, too.
Okay, back to work. Arbeit macht frei, or something like that, right?
In the oft-quoted words of Mandy Patinkin, "Lemme esplain... no, there is too much, lemme sum up."
4th of July rocked. Family, Friends, Food, Hammock, 'nuff said.
This has been a strange week. Yesterday on my lunch break I saw a 50-something Asian man with a dissheveled pompadour, dressed in a white bell-bottomed jumpsuit (with silver sequins) walk out of nowhere in a little northern Massachusetts town. He set up a boombox on a telephone booth, and started vigorously lip-synching to Elvis Presley songs. This was right in front of the little mom-and-pop sub shop I was eating at, on the sidewalk. He wasn't advertising anything, he was just shaking his shit and pretending to be Elvis in public, utterly unconcerned with the stares of passers-by. It was as fine a display of assertive individualism as I have seen in some time. He had rather pinched features as well, and big sunglasses of questionable taste, not unlike a certain Marxist dictator we've been seeing a lot of in the news lately. He looked like (wait for it) Kim Jong Il-vis.
Then later in the day I passed an enormous horde of high-school-age kids in full pirate garb, carrying the Jolly Roger on a pole, on their way to (presumably) see the new Pirates of the Caribbean movie. A woman passing me saw this and said something like, "Oh, to be 16 again!" I smiled at her and inwardly reflected on my own tendency to dress up as a Pirate at least twice a year for Larp events. Developmentally retarded? YOU be the judge.
I'm going to try to buy a pickup truck as soon as I can. Dammit, I should have a pickup. It'll be the anti-redneck pickup... not a No Fear sticker in sight, or a Stars & Bars, or one of those incredibly irritating copywright infringement decals depicting Calvin (from Calvin & Hobbes) urinating on a Ford logo, or the word "terrorists", or whatever. My pickup will not have a gun rack, it will have a boffer weapon rack. Although I concede that the bed will likely be littered with hand tools, I will counteract this by applying my "Just another Atheist in search of world peace and harmony" bumper sticker on the back. Maybe I'll make a "Ann Coulter Blows Diseased Monkeys" sticker or something, too.
Okay, back to work. Arbeit macht frei, or something like that, right?