Today it rained all afternoon and got down to like, 38 by rush hour. Such a cold, damp, icky day, and while walking home from the bus I had the urge to run upstairs and throw on a heavy sweater and make a pot of cocoa. BRRRR!
News, Schmews
Heard Paul Reuben’s gonna open a restaurant…God help us all. Wonder what it’s gonna be like, what kinda place? A ‘peep-show’ theme maybe? Perhaps an adult theatre ambience? Wonder if they’ll relay the old “Thank you, come again” to their exiting customers? Wonder what the name’ll be. “Play with Your Pee-Wee’s House”? Ha. I kill me. I’m so mean and spiteful.
Tee-Vee Commercials that BOTHER me: of course, all the cleverly decked out mod kids in the GAP ads, all so thin with their gaunt faces barely moving as they sing so eerily the choruses of songs we’d forgotten, and now we will forget for sure and forever, and I really HATE those damn commercials…
Burger King has some bad ones too, the worst out of my list of nasties…The one where the two guys arm-wrestle for money but ya can’t look at the burger they placed on the table or ya lose, and the guy that loses is all poopy ’cause the winner was wearing a “Whopper Patch”…oh, and that airplane one where the flight attendant is running through her safety schpeel and mentions the fact that there’s some kind sandwich in the seatback pouches in front of every person and all of a sudden the passengers are all lunging at each others throats, fighting like wild dogs after the sandwiches.
Find meself clickin’ the ‘ol clickar the millisecond these puppies flash on the boob tube or else I’ll wind up with me arse in the lunatic asylum…please excuse me..I’m reading Angela’s Ashes by Frank McCourt for the 2nd time and I can’t seem to put it down, and I also find I’m nearly bursting out my words with the manner of a poor old mad Irish woman…
gettin’ going again, till tomorrow…
Same day, different year..
Other posts on this day:
- Signs, Signs, Everywhere Signs – 1999