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so, mark finds a perfect banana in a parking space… does he eat it?
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And when I say it was perfect, I mean it was flawless. Seriously, it could have been in television commercial for bananas.
After laughing briefly and considering the quandry, he picks it up and opens it, checking for flaws. Then he thinks about blogging about whether he should eat it or not. He decides, “yes, I will blog about it.” He brings it home and feeds it to his daughter and watches to see what happens, if anything. She likes it, grateful to daddy. Nothing happens as she stands there and smiles and starts talking about something she cares about but he has to pretend to care about because he’s tired of her talking about it. Off to sleep. Both wife and child realize how lucky they are to have Mark. Mark lays head on pillow and stares. Lights out. Sleep tight, meaningless world.
As with all things about Mark, Linetette and Clementine … like the banana … they are all appeeling (sp).
Lord, I hope not, Mark.
…Though I kind of suspect so.
The dilemma that the bum faces every day. I’m afraid this simple action of acting on your impulses and eating the banana – found on the grimey concrete – may lead you down the slippery slope. You know, seeing a perfectly good cigarette in a discarded pack and contemplating smoking it, eyeing a few returnable cans and thinking about taking them to the store for the 30 cents, seeing the abandoned – but perfectly fine – stray grocery cart and considering pushing it for a while, perhaps picking up a few more cans, a shoe, a glove, and a balloon on the way.
Drew Barrymore dropped it. I hope you were wearing gloves.
Do I have to do everything?
I can’t believe you people.
Beverly Hills Cop:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aqzNFnEjr_c
Tomorrow… the answer!
Day 3:
From inside the minivan which I had set up as my blind in the parking structure, I observed one of the primates finally taking an interest in the bait I had set out. He seemed perplexed and endlessly fascinated by what he had discovered. For his strange curiosity and for his almost intellectual look, I decided to nickname this particular individual “The Blogger.”
Well?
Not a day has passed sense then that I haven’t regretted it, but I did not eat the banana.
If only I could go back in time.
Who knows what was surreptitiously injected into that banana by Jane or anyone else. Good that you didn’t risk eating, IMHO.
Nifty article in A2 News about wind/solar powered street lights.
There’s a computer store going in at Depot Town.
Another interesting article in A2 News about steel and other commodity based economies thriving in USA. Revival of 19th/early 20th century economies.
We landed on Mars yesterday.
You are Marlene have fun on Mars … fabulous food, I hear.
LOL Ed.
Not Marlena and me. USA. Humankind. And it’s just a robot.
I hear the food on Europa is better