A man's gotta do, what a man's gotta do
Oct. 1st, 2005 11:57 am
I know I swore to Mother Mary, Buddha & Sweet Vishnu above that I wouldn't do it, but here I am. Working on a Saturday. It sucks but I need the money. Life without roommates has it's Ups (I can dance in the kitchen nekkid) but one of the definite downs is not having roomies to soak up the economic damage. That and I got a wedding coming up on the next paycheck, so i'll need some green to buy a present of some form or another. I wish weddings in our culture were more like Kwanzaa, where you exchange home made gifts instead of shelling out bucks to The Man!. I for one can do some pretty amazing things with macaroni, Elmers glue & spray paint. Failing that I could make little coupons for their wedding- "One Free Hug","One Free breakfast in bed" or "One Free kneecapping of the enemy of your choice" ... but I guess that would be kinda creepy now that I think about it. Perhaps we should go primal, ignore these medieval ceremonies & just get down to the brass tacks, or in this case brass idols. I should get them a good healthy Cow or a Goat, so they'll have plenty of milk and good chewing meat for the coming winter. And a goat, how delightfully Pagan! Of course why stop there, I recall reading in Frazer's Golden Bough about wedding honeymoons where the couple copulate in a hut, then when the man has performed his duties, the bride leaves her husbands side, and the tribe (who have been waiting patiently outside the whole time), collapse the hut on the groom and then light it on fire, just to make sure the point is made! This puts takes care of that whole 'Dead-beat Dad' thing and really cuts down on teengage pregnancies btw. But alas i'm a prisoner of the 21st century and that means i'm gonna have to buck down and hit the registry, which really blows when you're the last guy to hit it. All the easy gifts are gone and you're left either with crap or shit that cost too much in the first place. You're stuck there pondering to get either the Mr.T salt & pepper set or a Plasma TV. Meanwhile I gaze longingly at the home & crafts section of Target, dreaming of the delightful shock of the happy couple, when they open my gift: A mirror with a silver painted macaroni frame, and smile knowingly at me, for truly this was a gift that could not be found on a common registry.
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on 2005-10-01 05:45 pm (UTC)Also, I was a solved Rubix Cube for Halloween. I think my parents decided it was way easier to paint each side a different color than doing the mixed up blocks. Hehehe.
Bonnie
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on 2005-10-01 05:47 pm (UTC)Bonnie
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on 2005-10-01 05:55 pm (UTC)I bet you were a cute Rubix cube.
Wouldn't that make for a great costume party though, one where you can only dress up as a celebrity or novelty item from your childhood so you'd have to be a Pet Rocks, Rubix Cubes, Mood Rings,etc or I can see all the Captain Kirks, Mr.T's & David Hasslehoff's showing up!
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on 2005-10-01 06:06 pm (UTC)Tour costume party idea is fun. Childhood costumes are awesome, as demonstrated in your lj post yesterday. A few Halloweens ago, Andy and I dresses as little kid cowboy and indian. It was quite cute. :)
Got a costume picked out for this year yet?
Bonnie