the force that through the green fuse drives the nimrod

We return again to the theme of the Eternal Return. I’ve had that “back in high school” feeling all week. Half expecting to see my dad come home from work, or drive the old MG down to Mike’s place on the Peninsula. Instead, I went to Trader Joe’s to get food tonight (sweet Meyer lemons, peanut butter, cilantro, canned beans, cheddar, etc.) and saw a lowered Integra with the bling bling wheels, etc. Huge sign in rear window announced the driver as SINISTOR. Who the fuck is that.. the janitor at Castle Grayskull?

For fans of the inane government terror website, I heartily recommend this remix as referred to me by torgoxrss. If a chemical weapon follows you home, act casual.

5 thoughts on “the force that through the green fuse drives the nimrod

  1. i do it if my phone rings and im in line, but i hate it…i don’t want to listen to other peoples conversations, and i don’t want them listening to mine…i get off the phone fast…but i have been rude, i know..

  2. Umm, do you mind? I’m trying to do something here.
    Much like masturbating, I don’t really like to talk on the phone in public. I know that may be considered a strange analogy, but there’s the same sort of shame attached in my mind. (Note: Not shame at the actual act, but the uncomfortable sensation of people watching my performance.)
    But this one time, someone called me (not in line at the market, but at a movie) a few times and I didn’t answer for some time because, well, I was at a movie and it could wait. If the problem had been worse than strange side effects to the medication, things would’ve been different. Sometimes calls really are important.
    Sometimes. Many people don’t know how or care to make the distinction between those that are and those that are not.

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