You know who pisses me off? the Roadrunner from the Looney Tunes cartoons. That fucking bird is always so smug. Maybe I'm biased because I always liked Wile E. Coyote. All he wanted to do was catch the Roadrunner one time. Just once, kill the bird, eat the wings, and then he'd have that accomplishment crossed off the bucket list. But no, the bird not only outwitted him, but rubbed his nose in it. Repeatedly, for sheer sport.
And whose legacy is tied to violence now? That's right, poor Wile E. What a shame, too, because that coyote was a hell of a mural painter. Nobody re-created tunnels and endless highways on the sides of cliffs like that dog.
You got a raw deal, Wile. E.
Come to think of it, all of the celebrated characters in the Looney Tunes were smug, but some were more likeable than others.
I like Porky. He's not smug at all, and that poor pig stutters and is forced to go through life with no pants and being constantly outwitted by the moronic Daffy Duck. All he wants is genuine friendship.
Bugs Bunny is like the Jerry Seinfeld of the bunch, and even though he's smug, he's not cruel and he's really funny. Daffy's smug but he has no idea how dumb he is, which is also funny.
Speedy Gonzalez should be punched in the face by any Mexican who is trying to shake the lazy, thieving wetback stereotype.
Why do I think so deeply about the Looney Tunes all of a sudden? I have no idea. Sobriety does strange things.
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I have a neighbor who describes roughly one out of four things he experiences as "surreal". I reached my limit and told him unless a melting clock is prominently involved, to please use a different word. I think I hurt his feelings, but come on, man!
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I always look forward to NFL games but often get bored watching them. I never look forward to college football games (which always involve schools I neither grew up around- well, except for Cal- nor attended), but am almost always entertained by them. I like fake punts, crazy formations, five different tailbacks, two quarterbacks, and a punt returner who doubles as the lock-down corner. Does this make me wierd? Am I destined to attend a football powerhouse, paint my face, and sit in the front row in a bikini someday?
Seems unlikely, with a kid on the way, but if I do, it won't be at Penn State! (thx JB)
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I have some peace. I'm no longer just trying to be spiritual. I feel like I'm getting somewhere, like part of it is sticking in the bad times. I'm loved and I'm trying to love. It's not easy for me, but it's important.
Thanks to everyone- whether it be an employer, close friend, occasional chat buddy, or casual reader of boring blogs- for adding something to my life.
thank you for the sun
the one that shines on everyone
who feels love
now there's a million years between my fantasies and fears
i feel love
The Kwan Yin
