If you sat the color yellow down in front of Joe McCarthy and his assembled fear-mongers and asked him: Are you now, or have you ever been a flavor? Yellow would say no. (He was however a member of the communist party in college, but only because he was trying to score points with this one chick. Trust me, you go pinko in a second if you saw her ::nudge nudge::) Yellow wouldn't be lying either. If I tell you something tastes yellow you'd have absolutely no idea what that tasted like. General Mills would have us believe that yellow tastes like sugary popcorn something or other. Corn Pops. Every damn box says proudly "Big Yellow Taste". Sorry GM, you're fucked. That just isn't gonna catch on.
Speaking of things abbreviated by GM, that's the department I worked in today. General Merchandise, basically anything we sell that you can't eat. You know I had fun because nothing says party like stool softeners and vaginal-itch cream, both of which I got to stock. To say it was a good day would be a gross understatement. Or more accurately, it was another day at a job I'm pretty fed up with. Ah well, it's money.
Apparently the movies "Cobra" (Featuring Stallone as one Marion Cobretti) and Tango and Cash (Stallone and Kurt Russel? No fucking way!) are available on one disc for exactly the price they're worth. 3 dollars apiece. Still, as I can't imagine paying any more than that for either film I was pretty happy to find them cheap-like.
No developments of note really. I get to miss Blaine's birthday celebration thanks to work and being informed too late to make any changes, and I'm really starting to loathe late-night Current DJ Mac Wilson.
As for Yellow, he narrowly escaped being blacklisted when Periwinkle overdosed on sleeping pills and another replacement for Yellow on traffic lights couldn't be found in time. Everyone was pretty embarrased a few years down the line, but don't forget that Yellow got off pretty easy compared to Seafoam Green. After all, he went from one of the most sought after colors in America to working as a bouncer in a Mexican brothel until getting shot in the face during a failed liquor store robbery.
Till I'm sufficiently inspired/outraged to return, I remain, as always, a clever ruse used by Ricardo Montalban to travel unmolested amidst the unwashed rabble.
Speaking of things abbreviated by GM, that's the department I worked in today. General Merchandise, basically anything we sell that you can't eat. You know I had fun because nothing says party like stool softeners and vaginal-itch cream, both of which I got to stock. To say it was a good day would be a gross understatement. Or more accurately, it was another day at a job I'm pretty fed up with. Ah well, it's money.
Apparently the movies "Cobra" (Featuring Stallone as one Marion Cobretti) and Tango and Cash (Stallone and Kurt Russel? No fucking way!) are available on one disc for exactly the price they're worth. 3 dollars apiece. Still, as I can't imagine paying any more than that for either film I was pretty happy to find them cheap-like.
No developments of note really. I get to miss Blaine's birthday celebration thanks to work and being informed too late to make any changes, and I'm really starting to loathe late-night Current DJ Mac Wilson.
As for Yellow, he narrowly escaped being blacklisted when Periwinkle overdosed on sleeping pills and another replacement for Yellow on traffic lights couldn't be found in time. Everyone was pretty embarrased a few years down the line, but don't forget that Yellow got off pretty easy compared to Seafoam Green. After all, he went from one of the most sought after colors in America to working as a bouncer in a Mexican brothel until getting shot in the face during a failed liquor store robbery.
Till I'm sufficiently inspired/outraged to return, I remain, as always, a clever ruse used by Ricardo Montalban to travel unmolested amidst the unwashed rabble.