so, this happened:
i went into a local quick shop this morning. the lady behind the counter was watching the gameshow, the price is right on the television over in the corner. i was clearly interrupting. when she finally noticed me i felt embarrassment at taking her away from matters of such import. i set my purchases on the counter and she rings me up.
her(with great enthusiasm): ah, bob barker! i can’t believe he’s retiring!
me: — i uh, didn’t know that.
her: i know! and they’re not replacing him!
me: –
her: I LOVE THAT SHOW! enter your pin.
me: — (entering my pin.)
her: I USED TO WATCH THAT SHOW WITH MY GRANDMA!
me:—(reaching for my things. slowly)
her:(hands me my receipt) it’s going to be HUGE when he dies. HUGE!
me: — (walking slowly towards the door. very slowly)
her: he’ll be on display for DAYS!
me: (running to my car)
2 Responses to encounters with crazies
Leave a Reply Cancel reply
A Woman's Manifesto
Because a woman’s work is never done.
and is underpaid, or unpaid, or boring, or repetitious,
and we’re the first to get fired,
and what we look like is more important than what we do.
And if we get raped its our fault
and if we get beaten we must have provoked it
and if we raise our voices we’re nagging bitches
and if we enjoy sex we’re nymphos
and if we don’t we’re frigid
and if we love women it’s because we can’t get a real man
and if we ask our doctor too many questions we’re neurotic or pushy
and if we expect childcare we’re selfish
and if we stand up for our rights we’re aggressive and un-feminine
and if we don’t we’re typical weak females
and if we want to get married we’re out to trap a man
and if we don’t we’re unnatural
and because we still can’t get an adequate, safe contraceptive, but men can walk on the moon
and if we can’t cope or don’t want a pregnancy we’re made to feel guilty about abortion
and for lots and lots of other reasons
we are part of the women’s liberation movement.- Joyce Stevens, International Woman’s Day, 1975.

Man Vs. Heart Attack
I am somewhat worried about the dude on Man v Food. He isn’t looking so good these days and putting that food away like that can’t be good for him.
One should always be drunk. That's all that matters; that's our one imperative need. So as not to feel Time's horrible burden; one which breaks your shoulders and bows you down, you must get drunk without cease.
But with what? With wine, poetry, or virtue as you choose. But get drunk.
And if, at some time, on steps of a palace, in the green grass of a ditch, in the bleak solitude of your room, you are waking and the drunkenness has already abated, ask the wind, the wave, the stars, the clock, all that which flees, all that which groans, all that which rolls, all that which sings, all that which speaks, ask them, what time it is; and the wind, the wave, the stars, the birds, and the clock, they will all reply:
"It is time to get drunk!
So that you may not be the martyred slaves of Time, get drunk, get drunk, and never pause for rest! With wine, poetry, or virtue, as you choose!"
Charles Baudelaire













Perhaps it’s the job that gets to them in the end.
(I couldn’t comment on the last post. You are doing a great job with your boys, don’t forget that {{hugs}} )
that’s possible. i shouldn’t knock it until i try it, which i have no intention of doing.
(thanks. they’re good boys, better off without him for sure.