Pick up The Receiver, I'll Make You A Believer
Sometimes, what matters more than anything else is not what you know, or even what calibre weapons you are in possession, but it's where you are. Last year, our kiosk was situated near a major intersection with jewellry and telephone stores around us. This year, we're right in the midst of three major clothing stores. The significance of this? All three stores enjoy blasting their music so anyone in the mall promenade can hear it.
So tonight, I was able to close up the kiosk while enjoying Depeche Mode's
Personal Jesus, as opposed to visualizing the many psychotic and no doubt painful things I would inflict upon Mariah Carey for her rendition of
All I Want For Christmas (Is You). I'd rather reach out and touch faith, thank you very much.
Or, as Kevin would say after watching Buffy season 3: "Reach out and touch Faith." (Amazing how one litlte capitalized letter can turn something philosophical into sex. Then again, most of the best philosophy out there revolves around sex or intimacy in one way, shape or form. Though "I boink, therefore I am" seems more like a line that Havoc, and not Descartes, would say.)
In the meantime, many things have happened in the world.
Mel & I visited Kevin and Donna. There we discovered that I possess the superhuman ability to induce farts from Gabriel whenever he's in my arms. He won't really do it around anyone else, but place him in my arms, and he'll almost instantly let loose with an attack of flatulence. Let someone else pick him up, and the farting ceases. We also discovered that when I play
Grand Theft Auto: San Anwhatever, my car is inexplicably attracted to the nearest inanimate object and must crash into it.
Carly and her fiance also stopped over for a weekend visit, and while going through old family photos (as part of a present to our Dad, who will be spending Christmas in Nova Scotia), I must say there's nothing so interesting as to hear one's own sister exclaim, "Good God! Look at me in these pictures! I look like a special needs child!"
And currently it appears that Shady is trying to muscle in on Mel's plate of tater tots, after already having gorfed down a small legion left for her in her food dish. I should probably intervene before Shady tries to point behind Mel, and try to get her to look away. (The tactic's worked for Shady before, I'm chagrined to say...)
Carnivorous Forest update: still refusing to eat the heroes. Have since resorted to attempting to bribe it, and hiding the heroes under a pile of choclate, but the forest seems the be onto my plans.
Today's Lesson: the most unexpected joys can arrive in the unlikeliest of packages, and through the oddest connections.
posted by Phillip at 7:09 PM
