So, I’ve seen (on the Internet) and heard (here at work) a lot of sturm und drang over today’s “holiday” in all sorts of directions. They ranged from this entry’s title to “Valentine’s Day is a tool of our capitalistic overlords designed to pad the wallets of candy and card makers” all the way back to the other extreme of “How dare you oppress my expression of undying love to my soul mate you miserable fucking wretch!”
And you know what? They’re right. Every single one of them, at least a little bit, despite seeming to be coming from diametrically opposed positions.
Okay, maybe that is a little bombastic, a little over the top, even. All jobs are obviously not a lie, but boy, that sure makes a catchy headline, doesn’t it? What I really meant to say was:
All jobs want you to lie to them!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy there, turbo. You’re casting a mighty big blanket there, aren’t you? I’m pretty sure by “all jobs” you really mean “a statistically significant amount of jobs.” But what did you mean about wanting you to lie to them?
And furthermore, why am I talking to myself? Perhaps I should expand upon my concept here.
(Welcome to the first of the Micro Blog posts! Originally I was going to post a post with Actual Content, but I ended up having to fix some blog related administrative issues first, so instead, you get this)
I saw a rumor that Hollywood is planning yet another Robin Hood movie, and Will Smith is listed as potentially playing the titular character. This immediately brings two things to mind:
(This is the first of what I’ve labelled “Retro Blog” posts, which basically just means it’s something I wrote some time ago, on paper, and I’ve transcribed it for the blog. I decided to keep the tense how I originally wrote it.)
September 12, 2010 Sunday
Waffles.
That’s where this one starts, with waffles. Shannon is home for a little while between stops on The Carefree Gypsy Roadshow, and I haven’t seen her for some time. Last night we were supposed to go bowling, but as the evening rolled on, we were both too tired to be arsed to actually go bowling. I was up medium early for a Sunday (re: before 9 am) and saw she was online. In the course of “Hey, how ya doing! Long time!” conversation, I mentioned I wanted chorizo. She countered with wanting waffles. And thus was the genesis of today’s adventure.