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This and that...
Bright red chenille giant plush salamanders are cool. So cool that Teph, and Quel, and I, and Further Confusion in general (because I saw ANOTHER one there that wasn't ours) might have taken up the whole San Francisco area supply.
But dark green chenille giant plush crocodiles are pretty cool too.
I know he's a crocodile because his snout is narrow. Besides, he's from China.
***
According to Mark at work, we got 96 inches of snow here in January. Which is a record for us, in January. Not for the year; I think our record there is 240 inches. But still, 96 inches is a considerable amount.
It costs me $17 per driveway-plowing. It's worth it, especially when I'm away on vacation, so I can be sure to get in to the house whenever I come home. Still, it's gonna be rough when I get the bill this month.
***
Modern rock has finally come to northern Michigan. About time, too. The 70s were a good decade for music, but after hearing the same ten songs for thirty years, it was starting to get a bit old.
So I got reintroduced to Teen Angst Rock. "Everything is craaaaay--zeee, everything's unreal, everyone is wasted, everything is so messed up." Only he didn't say "messed."
I was sitting here wondering what the current generation has to be so angsty about. Well, plenty, I guess. I grew up expecting to be vaporised by the Russians. Worrying about being vaporized by Korea or some Islamic fundie lunatic-- or Xtian fundie lunatic-- can't be any better.
And then there's everything else.
But at least you have ORANGE JUICE, dammit.
By the time I stumbled upon the scene frozen concentrated orange juice had become a staple on the American breakfast table. But you still dispensed the stuff as if it were the incredibly expensive fresh-squeezed version. In "juice glasses," which administered a dose of, I think, about four ounces.
Thing is, the tiny little can of concentrate made 24 ounces. Six doses of juice. And there were five of us in my family. Every morning I was faced with a terrible quandry. Did I savor my thimbleful of orange juice, making it last, or did I slam it in hope of getting the extra glass? If you slammed, but your sister slammed her juice faster.. what a tragedy!
Can't say I approve of supersizing, really. Not in general. But when it's orange juice you're supersizing, this is a Good Thing. Ah, the bliss of living in a world when the "juice glass" is the same size as the glass for everything else!
So cheer up, Youth of Today. When you find yourself all angsty about American jobs exported to Chinese prison camp inmates who earn seven cents an hour (for their government)... when you notice the destruction of the environment, sprawl, the lack of a future, and realize your sole power is voting for your choice of deliberately stupid political spew on the left or deliberately stupid political spew on the right (although perhaps I should give Bush the benefit of the doubt, and admit his stupidity might not be deliberate).. when you see no future and no hope, just smile, hoist a big glass of Liquid Sunshine, and tell yourself Tomorrow is Another Day.
Bright red chenille giant plush salamanders are cool. So cool that Teph, and Quel, and I, and Further Confusion in general (because I saw ANOTHER one there that wasn't ours) might have taken up the whole San Francisco area supply.
But dark green chenille giant plush crocodiles are pretty cool too.
I know he's a crocodile because his snout is narrow. Besides, he's from China.
***
According to Mark at work, we got 96 inches of snow here in January. Which is a record for us, in January. Not for the year; I think our record there is 240 inches. But still, 96 inches is a considerable amount.
It costs me $17 per driveway-plowing. It's worth it, especially when I'm away on vacation, so I can be sure to get in to the house whenever I come home. Still, it's gonna be rough when I get the bill this month.
***
Modern rock has finally come to northern Michigan. About time, too. The 70s were a good decade for music, but after hearing the same ten songs for thirty years, it was starting to get a bit old.
So I got reintroduced to Teen Angst Rock. "Everything is craaaaay--zeee, everything's unreal, everyone is wasted, everything is so messed up." Only he didn't say "messed."
I was sitting here wondering what the current generation has to be so angsty about. Well, plenty, I guess. I grew up expecting to be vaporised by the Russians. Worrying about being vaporized by Korea or some Islamic fundie lunatic-- or Xtian fundie lunatic-- can't be any better.
And then there's everything else.
But at least you have ORANGE JUICE, dammit.
By the time I stumbled upon the scene frozen concentrated orange juice had become a staple on the American breakfast table. But you still dispensed the stuff as if it were the incredibly expensive fresh-squeezed version. In "juice glasses," which administered a dose of, I think, about four ounces.
Thing is, the tiny little can of concentrate made 24 ounces. Six doses of juice. And there were five of us in my family. Every morning I was faced with a terrible quandry. Did I savor my thimbleful of orange juice, making it last, or did I slam it in hope of getting the extra glass? If you slammed, but your sister slammed her juice faster.. what a tragedy!
Can't say I approve of supersizing, really. Not in general. But when it's orange juice you're supersizing, this is a Good Thing. Ah, the bliss of living in a world when the "juice glass" is the same size as the glass for everything else!
So cheer up, Youth of Today. When you find yourself all angsty about American jobs exported to Chinese prison camp inmates who earn seven cents an hour (for their government)... when you notice the destruction of the environment, sprawl, the lack of a future, and realize your sole power is voting for your choice of deliberately stupid political spew on the left or deliberately stupid political spew on the right (although perhaps I should give Bush the benefit of the doubt, and admit his stupidity might not be deliberate).. when you see no future and no hope, just smile, hoist a big glass of Liquid Sunshine, and tell yourself Tomorrow is Another Day.
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Date: 2004-02-04 12:17 am (UTC)...
And for your listening pleasure you can always tune in to JJJ on http://www.abc.net.au/triplej/listen/default.htm for the latest alternative music and news articles. They say "messed" a lot. And too much hip-hop. It's the only station that plays songs by This Is Serious Mum.