Tumbleword

I was thinking about a car with wings, wheels too, but one that runs on “garbage” like those already used oil from restaurant vehicles which a friend of mine is making.  They started a company and got a 50,000 dollar grant to alter cars to run on nasty fast food grease.  This runs on garbage, and I love the hubcaps. 

If the Grinch who stole Christmas can use a little dog to pull his sleigh, why can’t I use the fly mobile to go to Who-ville this afternoon for Roast Beast?  The stores are full of Christmas Bells and Whistles.  A friend and I were in Home Depot last weekend and pressed every Storyland plastic image of Christmas until they all flashed and rotated and made horrible sounds out of hidden speakers….(they weren’t Bose, I can tell you)  then we put on our snowflake delusion 3D paper glasses and witnessed the ready made Christmas from Hell.  Yes! It was of our own making.  Aren’t they all!

On the Fly with Wheels, why can’t mankind use sunlight to motor things?  Sunlight is baking the hell out of my car all summer, it bakes the hell out of the earth in the south too.  Yes, I do get nasty when overheated. My relatives are like Alaskan Huskies, made to live in the North, Maine, Nova Scotia… cold…by the sea, with long slow melting winters. I don’t love the heat.   Like my computer, the one I am going to ditch sometime near Christmas (jingle bells, jingle bells) for a new Quad Core… Hear me… you crashing noise bag!  I already replaced my chunky Dell Laptop with a nice sleek quite baby HP this summer and I could not be happier for it… except Flash is not working suddenly (I did do something to provoke it) and no matter how many times I disable, delete and reInstall the sucker…. it is mad at me for…. who Knows!  Maybe it is hot under the collar too.  I did download Apple I tunes to go to the free college courses like Existentialist Philosophy in Literature offered there from U Cal Berkley.  Could this make Flash angry?

In other news I keep waiting for the supply of Gatoraid I have taken to drinking (thank you to my company for these leftovers) to come out of my skin in those green day-glow in the dark droplets like on the ads.  So far, I can’t see anything glowing, though I have stood in the dark closet after an aerobic work out, looking at my skin for signs of a shining or shimering jewel of sweat. 

Nothing but salty body odor. 

I could “kick it up a notch” to use an over used cliche but I can’t find a notch to kick.  I was taught in Freshman Comp never to allow myself the use of cliche, cliche, cliche, and it is like a watcher in my head now, he has a big fly swatter and everytime I think of cliches he swats my inner brain.  Smuck…. I gottchya! 

That’s one reason I started to hate NPR (National Public Radio).  Not that there is anything wrong with that (Sinefeld).  Its just that when I worked at a local Community College all day long people of intelligence would come to me during the day, invariably, they would say, Did you hear, “……. …… ….. etx…….” and it was the main info story on NPR for the day.  That is when I knew, if ten or more people every day with college degrees come to me and shared the same info, as if it were new and private discovery all their own!  I thought, what else are we really learning from… what are we reading individually based on our own tastes and our own designs that is not spoon fed to us by an out of tune over paid by advertisement media and political entwined system of info. 

NPR in my mind in those months became an enemy, (I don’t mean it Exactly), but it is an enemy to our own inquisitive seek and you shall find who you are, what you are POWERS of mind.  We are lazy, it is fed to us, and we marvel at its power, we share it and pass it around and call it “educational” or “progressive” and think we are on the edge of info.  We are eating twice chewed baby food, void of our own making, our own nutrients, our own creativity.

All things in proportion.  I magnify this in case it has happened to anyone else.  Nobody likes me to do dirty talk.  Against NPR.  Today, I am going to drink some more psychodelic Gatoraid, they say it too is good for me… Gatoraid is what my visitors like to drink… lets see what is in it.  Besides the beautiful packaging, the bright colors, it CONTAINS the following:

water (very valuable resource), sucrose syrup (code word fast sugar). high fructose corn syrup (code word diabetes), glucose-fructose syrup (code word already broken down sugar molecules which flood the blood faster), citric acid (read cankers), natural lime flavors and other natural flavors (code word for Artificial=NO JUICE), Sodium citrate (saltS), monopotassium phosphate (i.e., eat a banana), phosphoric acid (this will make you glow in the dark surely, if you kick it up a notch and wear nice work out clothes on TV), yellow 5, blue 1 (this makes sweat glow green if you drink a warehouse of this stuff in a week and = + or — to if, when or, i.e., the latest score on the baseball basketball football team whose name you forget but whose colors are close to yellow being Cowards and Blue being the Obvious losers…. (add your own interpretation here……………….) 

Yes!  I am now going to jump up and down until I sweat this green shit out of me–like the people in the ads, that must be the way to stay healthy…. get it out of your system!  Unless you’re in the heat and training, is it necessary to drink Gatoraid all day long?  Idiocracy abounds. But alas, like the Grinch who Stole Christmas (i.e. Greed) Gatoraid is no fly by night-er on wheels.  Fed on garbage, the fly is older than me and will indeed be around a lot longer than ahhhmmm, me and plastic flowers.