KAF is indeed a wonderland…in the sense that it makes you wonder about stuff that normally wouldn’t come to mind in the real world. So, in with the usual inane anecdotes and pointless fooducation, I’ll sprinkle some of the stuff one wonders about only if they’re here. But first, here’s some guys with a bitch of a commute:
I’m now halfway through this roto. Seems like a good time to look back over the myriad notes and photos in my iPod and try to cobble together a blog post. This post won’t have the usual philosophical depth and far-reaching social impact you’ve come to expect; it’s simply some food commentary along with insignificant shit I found amusing, demusing or bemusing…like this water bottle ->
Ha ha ha…look! It’s leaning but not falling over!
I gotta get the fuck outta here.
Believe it or not, it can get kind of tedious and unfun living and working in a shithole. Sometimes, however, there’s a little ray of figurative sunshine to go along with the literal scorching rays. When I’m surprised by a bit of good fortune in KAF, I can’t help but think “Hey, this is gonna be a good day!” Of course, I’m always wrong about that. Anyway, here’s a few rare occurrences that I take to be portents of adequate fortune.
1. The hard boiled eggs at breakfast are easy to peel.
2. The bank machines on the Boardwalk aren’t “Out of Service”…and there’s no line up!
3. My toast comes out of the toaster a different colour than when it went in.
4. A rocket attack siren coincides with my alarm clock.
5. The DFAC oatmeal is neither too soupy or too sludgy…it’s juuuusssst right.
6. Upon entering the bathroom stall, I find I’m the first to use it after it has been cleaned.
Feel free to add your own KAF omens in the comments.
“Always look on the bright side of life” – Brian
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