I sometimes wonder if delivery drivers wonder what is in the boxes they carry around each day. I guess it’s like most jobs and those sorts of questions get worn out after a few months. It would take something out of the ordinary to attract attention. Like a box that moved or one that was screaming.
Archive for February, 2012
It still creeps me out when people sit next to me in public places when there are plenty of empty seats next to nobody still available. Sometimes I think people are just running on autopilot and aren’t really paying attention. Sometimes I think they are alien spies that need to be close to me to read my thoughts clearly.
I remember talking about a TV show at work and meeting a “I don’t have a TV” person for the first time. Now I’m that person, but instead of “I don’t have a TV” it’s “There are 100,000 TV shows and I have never heard of the one you are talking about!” I can’t even keep up with the channels at this point.
I’ve heard various claims by people that enjoy eating cereal with water or orange juice instead of milk. This sounds completely crazy to me but then again I haven’t actually tried it. The only alternatives I have tried are the almond/soy/rice milk varieties. Do you eat cereal with a milk alternative?
I never have any luck with those coupon printers they now have at grocery stores. Most of the time they are for things that I will never be interested in. When it’s for something good it will be for something that I just bought a few seconds ago and the coupon expires in 6 days. Thanks for wasting all that paper on my behalf!
Bees were such a terrifying menace when I was a kid. It seems like I had some sort of encounter with them daily over the summer. Now that I’m a pasty white ghostly shut-in of a cartoonist they are rarely an issue.
The first few hundred times I went swimming was in a pool. Kiddie pools in the yard, the public pool down the road or the pool at the hotel. It was such a different experience the first time we went to a beach. “There are things swimming around in the water other than people! Something touched my leg! Aaaaaa!”
It must be a stressful thing to eat at a restaurant when you have a deadly food allergy. I have problems with gluten and dairy and avoid eating out because of it. Seems like there’s too many people handling my food at a restaurant to trust them with my life. They probably feel the same way.
If I built a time machine one of the things I would do would be to go back to the arcade I hung out at as a kid. I would turn on an audio recording device and slowly walk through the place a few times. That would be such a great ambient audio track to have to meditate to. I’ve heard some modern recreations but nothing can replace the unique sounds collage of my boyhood arcade.
An early memory from childhood. I’m running back and forth through the house like a maniac. My mom is telling me this isn’t a good idea. I run into the kitchen and slide across the floor on my knees. My stomach feels weird and I look down in front of me and say “Hey, spaghetti!”