Monday, November 03, 2008
Fall back, and down...
It is suddenly November.
The start of November is always like a bad hangover. And not because its the day after Halloween.
Okay. Maybe it is because its the day after Halloween.
Nonetheless, there it was the first of November, I'm laying in my bed enjoying doing nothing, and where I should be hearing thunder or rain or just cloudiness or complete stillness or something very November-like, I hear the shrill wails of the, ICE CREAM MAN. And when I say man, I mean that truck, which is responsible for those robotized children's songs, and its always manned by a man. I'm pretty sure the Ice Cream Man is a widespread phenomena but I'm not sure on that.
In any case.
I'm not sure if this was the cause of
a) the unusually nice weather for that day
or b) because it was the day after Halloween, and while most normal adults are suffering hangovers or something else equally healthy for such a day, all the kids are suffering candy hangovers. Or withdrawals. Not sure on the science of candy binging but we've all been there. Overdose of sugar can only be solved by one thing: More Sugar.
Now. We all know that Candy is the staple of Halloween, but the Candy Man Truck just never quite took off. So, I can see the opportunity from the Ice cream man perspective- a clear capitalistic endeavor to supply ice cream sweets on the post national holiday of FREE candy consumption, when the sweet tooths are rampant, and thus the iron hot. The demand ball has already started rolling. The supply van is now there to serve, blasting music to piper the kids out into the street, and CHARGING pocket change. Easy targets.
Though the juxtaposition still seems ironic:
The one day when all the consumables are FREE (FREE!). The next day, however, you gotta pay. Back to the real world. Ante up.
Sounds an awful lot like my present condition at the time this was all going down.
You always pay the day after, don't you?
Especially when you mix the Red Rum with coconut rum with the what was that again.
Distilled sugar for a distilled adult version of Halloween.
We don't want to give up our fun but we want the poison to get stronger.
And that, is why we have Halloween (apples anyone?)
who knew the Ice cream man was there to teach kids life lessons.
In November.
////
Today, driving home on the freeway ( which I do a lot, since I now commute daily to UCSD), I was passed, in vehicle, by a likewise rampant nerd.
I know this because its on his rear windshield. Just like how its on mine.
The sticker, though its meaning is irrelevant to the story , is this and it is an homage to a video game (*ahem* world of warcraft, *ahem*), and its a marker of allegiance. Thus, sometimes, in especially loyal and total nerds, sparks a feeling of brotherhood, or in this case, the need for salute.
And that is just what happened. I got saluted (a big thumbs up, backwards facing- seeing as the car was quickly passing me).
I saluted back.
This exchange had no apparant sideaffects, which is good, seeing as the last and only other time I was passed by a fellow bearer-of-the-symbol-on-vehicle nerd, my car promptly (immediately) broke down. Transmission completely died.
It's times like that when you are reminded of how RL (real life, i.e. life outside of whimsical video games) sometimes is like getting ganked by a 70 rogue in Stranglethorn vale out of nowhere (I did say it was a rogue) and you are only a 40-something. Cheap. Kick in the shins, shamelessly cheap.
Dammit I Fail in witholding the references.
And that is why fellows of of your own faction should be saluted, and here's to hoping the breaking down of mounts is only coincidental. And not the WOW gods taking supreme reign and LOLing at you.
The start of November is always like a bad hangover. And not because its the day after Halloween.
Okay. Maybe it is because its the day after Halloween.
Nonetheless, there it was the first of November, I'm laying in my bed enjoying doing nothing, and where I should be hearing thunder or rain or just cloudiness or complete stillness or something very November-like, I hear the shrill wails of the, ICE CREAM MAN. And when I say man, I mean that truck, which is responsible for those robotized children's songs, and its always manned by a man. I'm pretty sure the Ice Cream Man is a widespread phenomena but I'm not sure on that.
In any case.
I'm not sure if this was the cause of
a) the unusually nice weather for that day
or b) because it was the day after Halloween, and while most normal adults are suffering hangovers or something else equally healthy for such a day, all the kids are suffering candy hangovers. Or withdrawals. Not sure on the science of candy binging but we've all been there. Overdose of sugar can only be solved by one thing: More Sugar.
Now. We all know that Candy is the staple of Halloween, but the Candy Man Truck just never quite took off. So, I can see the opportunity from the Ice cream man perspective- a clear capitalistic endeavor to supply ice cream sweets on the post national holiday of FREE candy consumption, when the sweet tooths are rampant, and thus the iron hot. The demand ball has already started rolling. The supply van is now there to serve, blasting music to piper the kids out into the street, and CHARGING pocket change. Easy targets.
Though the juxtaposition still seems ironic:
The one day when all the consumables are FREE (FREE!). The next day, however, you gotta pay. Back to the real world. Ante up.
Sounds an awful lot like my present condition at the time this was all going down.
You always pay the day after, don't you?
Especially when you mix the Red Rum with coconut rum with the what was that again.
Distilled sugar for a distilled adult version of Halloween.
We don't want to give up our fun but we want the poison to get stronger.
And that, is why we have Halloween (apples anyone?)
who knew the Ice cream man was there to teach kids life lessons.
In November.
////
Today, driving home on the freeway ( which I do a lot, since I now commute daily to UCSD), I was passed, in vehicle, by a likewise rampant nerd.
I know this because its on his rear windshield. Just like how its on mine.
The sticker, though its meaning is irrelevant to the story , is this and it is an homage to a video game (*ahem* world of warcraft, *ahem*), and its a marker of allegiance. Thus, sometimes, in especially loyal and total nerds, sparks a feeling of brotherhood, or in this case, the need for salute.
And that is just what happened. I got saluted (a big thumbs up, backwards facing- seeing as the car was quickly passing me).
I saluted back.
This exchange had no apparant sideaffects, which is good, seeing as the last and only other time I was passed by a fellow bearer-of-the-symbol-on-vehicle nerd, my car promptly (immediately) broke down. Transmission completely died.
It's times like that when you are reminded of how RL (real life, i.e. life outside of whimsical video games) sometimes is like getting ganked by a 70 rogue in Stranglethorn vale out of nowhere (I did say it was a rogue) and you are only a 40-something. Cheap. Kick in the shins, shamelessly cheap.
Dammit I Fail in witholding the references.
And that is why fellows of of your own faction should be saluted, and here's to hoping the breaking down of mounts is only coincidental. And not the WOW gods taking supreme reign and LOLing at you.
// posted by Elkay @ 10:43 PM 
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