As the school year closes, I am reminded of the number of graduation cermonies currently taking place and the increase in number of cars clogging my cities' arteries. I am sitting in my car in congested traffic wondering if they could come up with a wonder drug, like Lipitor, to clean up this mess. That's when
pomp and circumstance came to mind. Just when did we ever equate
pomp and circumstance with graduation? Probably the same guy who was crazy enough to first eat a lobster! I wonder if he started gnawing on a hedgehog or scorpion, and decided that lobster was more attractive. Probably a caveman version of Jackass, the movie. Now back to my original point, what is a pomp anyway? Sounds like a hooker's manager. At least, it would explain "circumstance."
Why do we mark the occasion of a graduation anyway? It's not like there won't be other challenges in life. Almost like giving a false sense of accomplishment when you realize, you've got a long way to go. .
- kissing up to the boss
- falsifying the Enron-esque statements
- serving your time
- sleeping with the neighbor's wife
- sleeping with the neighbor's dog
- sleeping with the neighbors's dog of a wife
- sleeping with the neighbor's wife of a dog
- spending your Saturday's in AA
- pledging your assets for $0.30 on the dollar for bail
- listening to your neighbor about how he has it so bad
. . .to obtain that enriching life that you so much sought after. Of course, you could while away your time keeping your sanity talking about the good old days of innocence and graduation by spending time on a blog.
Remember: Graduation is the beginning of your life. Just imagine those deadbeats who never made it that far, like Steve Jobs.
Peace.
9 comments:
I can't believe you made it through that entire post without a single spelling error (at least not one that I noticed). After all, the Condeleezza Rice post didn't get past word 2 without an error. And "wwho"? I guess you must have been in a hurry.
But really, I'm more interested in hearing you're story about the neighbor's wife of a dog. There's a circumstance where someone should pomp you for some more information.
I guess I'm comfortable saying she was "ruff." Quit picking on me, you're barking up the wrong tree as you paw around for a fight. What's the matter, wife got you in the doghouse?
Listen Dawg, I'm not trying to pick a fight but next time I see you I may have to punch you in the schnauz anyway.
By the way, did you remember to wish your mom a happy mutter's day?
Listen, bite me. I'm too busy trying to flirt with a fetch-ing lady, and hope to col-lar soon. Since your married, you can't consider this, being on a long leash and all. Or as my Jewish friends say: Muzzle-Tov!
It's very disappointing that you would not use this venue to tell a tail that would allow us to paws and reflect. You don't care one lick about blogging, do you? It's no wonder we can't seem to get a leg up on the competition.
Hey look, this guy stole your blog entry title!
http://mrsun.us/2006/05/pomp-and-circumstantial-evidence.html
That dog! I've got a bone to pick with him. Notice the date of his blog entry vs. mine. Isn't there any honor among thieves anymore? I'm gonna bury him. He's dog food. Now that's one sick puppy.
Quit your bitching. Just pound him and get it over with.
I "catch" your drift. Didn't at first so I had to surf the "net" to figure it out.
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