Point! A trip to Meijer reminds me of an often overlooked symptom of consumption (taking a far backseat to oil et al): packaging. Everything comes in a box and for some reason or other (food spoilage, sanitation, aesthetics, et al) everything must come in the box. What happens to the boxes? Later a drink from Speedway in a plastic cup that will never be used again, using a straw that will never be used again--the straw itself wrapped in discarded plastic. Recycling is one thing, but it has too many issues to ever really work. I suggest Reusing. Fill a mug; give the earth a hug.
Point! 'The Office' is overrated, or at least it cannot possibly live up to what it has become. When comedy is reduced to gushy, romantic water-cooler conversation the following day and the key force driving the show is a sweet romantic plot thread, it's time to reassess your situation.
Point! I have a new hat. Now I have two hats. One is this kind of brownish striped cap that I've had for a week or so, and I purchased a cheap, um, something else. I don't know hat terminology, I apologize. (As an aside, the hat was labeled with plastic and paper that I threw into the trash without any attention whatsoever. Should I mourn their retirement or something?)
Point! When I really try to deduce why I do anything, I end up with the idea that I have no free will whatsoever because I cannot for the life of me remember immediately ex post facto my reasonings or train of thought leading up to the action. I miss my free will.
Point! No new music can be created; all that can be done is the composition of stylised covers of older tunes paired with different words.
Point! 'You are what you eat' is the greatest aphorism I have to combat my evolution to Chinahood. 'You are what you have' would make me instantaneously Asian. Of course in retrospect either would land me in a factory somehow or other.
Point! 'The Office' is overrated, or at least it cannot possibly live up to what it has become. When comedy is reduced to gushy, romantic water-cooler conversation the following day and the key force driving the show is a sweet romantic plot thread, it's time to reassess your situation.
Point! I have a new hat. Now I have two hats. One is this kind of brownish striped cap that I've had for a week or so, and I purchased a cheap, um, something else. I don't know hat terminology, I apologize. (As an aside, the hat was labeled with plastic and paper that I threw into the trash without any attention whatsoever. Should I mourn their retirement or something?)
Point! When I really try to deduce why I do anything, I end up with the idea that I have no free will whatsoever because I cannot for the life of me remember immediately ex post facto my reasonings or train of thought leading up to the action. I miss my free will.
Point! No new music can be created; all that can be done is the composition of stylised covers of older tunes paired with different words.
Point! 'You are what you eat' is the greatest aphorism I have to combat my evolution to Chinahood. 'You are what you have' would make me instantaneously Asian. Of course in retrospect either would land me in a factory somehow or other.
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