re-read.

I have found reading the travel guides (see this post) a bit... annoying.  I realize I've never been there, but come on, it can't be that magical.  Unless perhaps they dope everybody as you walk through the gate?  These people talk like taking a Disney vacation is like reaching some sort of Nirvana - and it is apparently a path to Heaven that you must maticulously plot and plan out every little detail.

Heck, I'm not even sure we'll be able to afford to go, let along plan 180 days in advance where we'd dine for dinner.  Besides, we are more of a 'pack your own pbj' kind of family.

That's just how we roll.
'Cause we're cheap frugal cheap.

Yikes.  I needed a break.
I was forced to raid my own bookshelf.  Randomly, I pulled out 'Slapstick' by Kurt Vonnegut.

How refreshing - I had forgotten just how much I enjoyed this book.

"I was those seeds,
"I am this meat,
"This meat hates pain,
"This meat must eat.
"This meat must sleep,
"This meat must dream,
"This meat must laugh,
"This meat must scream.
"But when, as meat,
"It's had its fill,
"Please plant it as
"A Daffodil."

Here is another :

... "In case nobody has told you," she said, "this is the United States of America, where nobody has a right to rely on anybody else-where everybody learns to make his or her own way" ...

Hi ho.

I know a lot of people just don't like Vonnegut (I'm looking at you, Brad)*.  All I can say to that is... well, I just don't understand.

Oh - and you must suck.
Big time.

Hi ho, indeed.

* He also cliams to find no humor in Monty Python.  Please feel free to use the comment section to mock him however you see fit.


Peace.