Friday, March 17, 2006

carnival of the mundane VI...

...should be right here. On this grassy plot. So where, you ask, are the rides? The freaks? The popcorn? The screaming children carrying giant teddy bears and 20-something hipsters on ironic dates?

A little backstory: I stayed up way too late last night performing my carnie duties (weird hours come with the carnie territory, so I knew what I was in for). I had that “I’m on deadline” mentality, although I paused periodically to remind myself that this was the most abstract, ephemeral type of stress: an arbitrary deadline for a project invented by people I’ve never actually met in person. But we carnies are a loyal bunch, despite our transience, so I took my job seriously. I drank some jasmine boba milk tea and read and posted like crazy.

But sometimes carnivals get rained on, and sometimes Blogger has technical difficulties and makes an illegible mess of your post. I will try again later tonight or tomorrow when I’m at home with my Word doc. Till then, let’s all go out and have some non-ephemeral, non-cyber fun. Preferably in the form of a Guinness. Or boba.

6 comments:

Postmodern Sass said...

Stay away from the cotton candy machine, and put down that candy apple. Too much sugar'll make you swing from the chandeliers.

Oh; wait; our tent doesn't have chandeliers.

OK, go ahead, then.

Cheryl said...

You know me well. I am all about the sugar.

Schrodinger's Kitten said...

Boba is to food as air is to breathing.

I think that was on my SAT.

Cheryl said...

Interesting theory; I think of boba as more of a beverage, even though it requires chewing. But then again, I had crappy SAT scores.

Tracy Lynn said...

Dude, relax. We'll raise the tent tomorrow.
In the meantime, have a couple for me. Doesn't matter what, really. I'm reduced to living vicariously through others, so live it up, buttercup.

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