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ciroccojHm. Today was supposed to be a relaxing day at home with the kibbles, but it hasn't quite turned out that way. It's been a good day, mostly - barring some annoyingly endless sibling rivalry - but it hasn't really been relaxing.
Which I guess is a good thing, since when I'm busy the soundtrack in my mind tones down. It's only when I slow down that it starts to drive me insane when it gets stuck in a rut. Especially when the rut is not even musical.
For the last two days, I've had little blips from an old Saturday Night Live ad, for Bad Idea Jeans. Big group of white guys (the SNL regulars) in jeans, on basketball bleachers, just shooting the breeze, with little snippets of conversation here and there. And every few snippets, the words BAD IDEA flash onto the screen.
"So, I was going to use a condom, but then I thought hey, when's the next time I'll be in Haiti, right?"
"Yeah, he's, you know, he's a recovering crack addict and he's been kicked out of a couple halfway houses, and he just needs a place to stay, you know?"
"So I've decided, even though it's over, I'm going to tell my wife about the affair."
"Yeah, we're knocking out the wall between the living room and dining room and putting in new flooring."
"You're renting, right?"
"Mmhm."
And the final shot, after a closeup of jeans with the Bad Idea logo, is of a group of very well-built, very tall black men joining the white guys at the bleachers, and everybody getting up, getting ready for a friendly game. And then one of the white guys says, "Hey, why not make it interesting - anybody in for a couple hundred bucks?"
"Yeah, sure, count me in!"
Which I guess is a good thing, since when I'm busy the soundtrack in my mind tones down. It's only when I slow down that it starts to drive me insane when it gets stuck in a rut. Especially when the rut is not even musical.
For the last two days, I've had little blips from an old Saturday Night Live ad, for Bad Idea Jeans. Big group of white guys (the SNL regulars) in jeans, on basketball bleachers, just shooting the breeze, with little snippets of conversation here and there. And every few snippets, the words BAD IDEA flash onto the screen.
"So, I was going to use a condom, but then I thought hey, when's the next time I'll be in Haiti, right?"
"Yeah, he's, you know, he's a recovering crack addict and he's been kicked out of a couple halfway houses, and he just needs a place to stay, you know?"
"So I've decided, even though it's over, I'm going to tell my wife about the affair."
"Yeah, we're knocking out the wall between the living room and dining room and putting in new flooring."
"You're renting, right?"
"Mmhm."
And the final shot, after a closeup of jeans with the Bad Idea logo, is of a group of very well-built, very tall black men joining the white guys at the bleachers, and everybody getting up, getting ready for a friendly game. And then one of the white guys says, "Hey, why not make it interesting - anybody in for a couple hundred bucks?"
"Yeah, sure, count me in!"
