Friday, June 09, 2006
Stop! I've fallen and . . . the world keeps spinning!
Why is time going at warp speed these days? The old adage that time flies when you're having fun just doesn't ring completely true. I seem to recall the days when things would just drag on when I was in grammar school. High School in all of its charms still seemed to last forever. Somewhere between college and the REAL WORLD, I must have fallen into some kind of time warp. I occasionally feel like the arch-foe of that speedy super hero, the Flash, who was the slowest man on earth, the Turtle. (Not sure who the comic book author was, but what a dumb premise, but I digress). I still can remember Christmas like it was yesterday, and now I look up and the 4th of July is right around the corner. Now before I can savor the sound of M-80s blasting away my neighbor's mailbox, I need to go out and fertilize my lawn for the coming of leaf raking season. Before you know it, we will be tossing a few turkey drumsticks over the fence, and gearing up to bring out the artificial forest product. I think this year I'll just leave it up, right next to the Easter bunny, the 4th of July flag, and my framed picture of our Commander in Chief, John F. Kennedy.
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It seems like only yesterday it was Thursday. And before you know it, it will be Thursday again. Just like all the holidays and seasons that keep coming and going, we keep measuring our existence by looking back. It's time to fight back.
I think each new day should be issued it's own unique identity. Today is Friday. Seven days from now, instead of another Friday, let's call it Broday. Follow it up with Abraday. Then maybe Cadabraday. Much like hurricane naming, each day's name will be new and full of mystery. We may even lose track of which days to go to work and which days to stay home.
Wouldn't it be easier to just number the days instead of naming them after hurricanes? I like to think that tomorrow is day 11. Kind of catchy, don't you think?
Even better, perhaps we can name them after famous celebrities, kind of like how some guys name their penis.
I think I'll name mine Shaq. Somehow Wilt just doesn't cut it.
Shaq? Sounds like something that closed down long ago in a mining town. Mine is called Schwarzenegger.
What do you call your ass? Roseanne?
I call it Jack.
If I only had a Nichol, for every time I was asked that questions, Son.
I thought you called your penis Jack. Oh well, let's just get off the subject.
I heard you named your penis after Mia Farrow then discovered it was really just MIA.
Don't you think Woody would be a more appropriate name?
Or the familiar standby, Pecker.
I knew you wood say that.
Knot!
I saw that coming.
Cut that out!
C'mon, make a remark that has some teeth in it!
What a slow response - Now that your lumbering in from your sleep, I left you in the dust.
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