I'm cracking. See the cracks? That's me, cracking.
You know what? I'm a fucking pop culture philistine. (Is that oxymoronic? I fear that might be oxymoronic.) I haven't seen any of the Star Wars movies, I categorically refuse to read The Da Vinci Code even if you point a gun to my head, and I don't watch Miracle on 34th Street at Christmas time.
Sorry. I just felt a need to state that. I get sick of people staring at me in shock when I say I haven't seen or read something. GET OVER IT ALREADY.
Also? Airports are strange no-man's-land places with the stupidest sculpture art ever. Denver's got that daft purple and blue shiny horse in the MIDDLE OF NOWHERE that they must have just put up in the past couple years because I don't remember seeing it before, and KC has metal Gumby figurines in various poses. "Here is Gumby standing! Here is Gumby doing modern dance! Here is Gumby falling on his drunken ass!"
Oh. OH. KC also had cows by the runway. COWS. BY THE RUNWAY. ROAMING FREELY. Thankfully they were gone by the time my plane was ready to take off.
There are so many more productive things I could be doing right now.
Sorry. I just felt a need to state that. I get sick of people staring at me in shock when I say I haven't seen or read something. GET OVER IT ALREADY.
Also? Airports are strange no-man's-land places with the stupidest sculpture art ever. Denver's got that daft purple and blue shiny horse in the MIDDLE OF NOWHERE that they must have just put up in the past couple years because I don't remember seeing it before, and KC has metal Gumby figurines in various poses. "Here is Gumby standing! Here is Gumby doing modern dance! Here is Gumby falling on his drunken ass!"
Oh. OH. KC also had cows by the runway. COWS. BY THE RUNWAY. ROAMING FREELY. Thankfully they were gone by the time my plane was ready to take off.
There are so many more productive things I could be doing right now.