I passed a billboard on the way to my doctor's appointment this morning. There was a picture of a big dumb shaggy dog, and next to it were the words, "My owner is smart. She shops at Vons." I suppose we were supposed to assume that the dog was speaking. We were supposed to assume that the thousands of humans with decent eyesight who drive on that freeway every day care about whether their dog thinks they are smart.
I see a furry creature telling me how they feel about their master's IQ when the only furry creature I would ever trust with spoken/written words would be Chewbaca. So the absurd looking bearded collie staring down at the frogger field did not convince me to shop at Vons, and I learned that Vons needs a new marketing director.
In the hospital waiting area, there was a wide frame with an animated picture of perhaps 8 children all holding hands. Above the rough doodles of cartoon kids were the words, "Children Love Each Other - Children Love the World." Some 'artist' somewhere got paid some amount of money to come up with an incomplete sentence reminiscent of caveman-speak. God bless us, every one.
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He'd like to come and meet us
But he thinks he'd blow our minds
There's a starman waiting in the sky
He's told us not to blow it
Cause he knows it's all worthwhile
He told me:
Let the children lose it
Let the children use it
Let all the children boogie
-David Bowie
On a better note: I'm becoming more obsessed with PB&J sandwiches as the days progress... it started about a year ago and as of now I feel like I'm going to need intervention. But what a perfectly lovely thing to be addicted to.
8 comments:
There are many worse things to be addicted to, I think in this case, and intervention isn't needed. In fact, if I found out an intervention is in the works, I shall intervene and end the intervention.
impays - an quick way to describe what an imp does when shopping. saves time by eliminating a p.
something i thought you'd enjoy:
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The amount of money these people get is ridiculous and makes me want to cry. Kind of like the fact that whoever invented the Nike check-mark thing is probably living in a ridiculous mansion and driving a ferrari. sakes alive.
I love the pb&j, but I get weird about it. if I'm not going to eat it right away, I put peanut butter on both slices of bread first, then the jelly in between. it keeps the bread from getting soggy and gross, or so I tell myself.
sakes alive - good phrase... and sweet site, amy, i totally spent a lot of time i didn't have perusing those entries and then i realized it didn't have anything to do with anything for my day so i had to do something productive. and brian: what the frak, why did i never think of that?!
"I see a furry creature telling me how they feel about their master's IQ when the only furry creature I would ever trust with spoken/written words would be Chewbaca."
ROFL you're brilliant!!!
F*CK the dog on those billboards. F*CK those billboards...
I share your fondness for peanut butter and jelly. You've nothing to be ashamed of. I eat 1-2 per day. No joke. Some say I'm crazy. Some say I'm lazy. Some say the abnormally high levels of partially hydrogenated vegetable oils in my diet are putting me at a much greater risk for coronary heart disaease. I say it's a small price to pay. Viva PB&J!
Goodbye love,
Didnt know what time it was, the lights were low, OH how I leaned back on my radio OH OH...
Let all the children BOO-GEH
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