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via Daily Prompt: Spicy

Once off the carousel of my youthful pursuits my long thin blond animal traded me in for another and I found my life in TV Fi land. There I met the complete opposite. A short raven haired lacivious luscious ball of fire with dangerous curves in the most delightful places.

She was one specey spicy meatball.

 

Her cuisine was always a delight and never required an Alka Seltzer chaser.

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Delayed Echolalia

 

Apparently we are in for another national bout.

Echoes have differing return times, but rarely offer differing returns.

Solutions once offered bounce back to us. Goes over us.Or passes us. Comes close to us. Even lands on us from time to time.

But do echos of bygone solutions have the desired effect?

I hear echoes. It has been delayed. It has the same stench of decay.

But it will be salad days in the swamp. But it ain’t gunna be …

 

… that they’re eating in the swamp with their frogs legs. You can take that to the bank.

Here comes another one just like the other one.

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Mythicalville

Once upon a time there was Ward and June.

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Lucy and Ricky.

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The alternative living situation of Andy and Aunt Bea.

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All was well in the world. A fare for all and no fair for anyone.

You knew it wasn’t real because at best it came to you on a twelve inch black and white screen.  But you let it into your brain by looking at it. You were plugged in. You were in training for reality as brought to you by…

You already had been infected by the pink eye of reading and the earwig of radio. But now you were awash in other peoples alleged “realities” from across the country.

Nowwheresville.

NewYorkville.

Mayberryville.

So where and when were these Mythicalvilles?

Neversville.

These realities were presented to sell you things safely quarantined on your twelve inch cathode ray tube. But you were young and much better at believing than seeing.

Then Came Reality TV

Welcome to Realityville

It’s All Around You

Step right up!

 

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Cheese and Meat

Number one son was an aficionado of the Original.

Woe be unto him who tried to foist any New items on him. Perish the thought of Improved items as well. Same for Deluxe.  Limited begone. Nope. He wanted the Original.

He was the purist goalie in the family. Try to get anything past him that was not what he considered original, from BBQ sauce to Kraft Italian salad dressing, and the howls could be heard to the Original high heavens.

Anything other than cheese and meat on a burger was grounds to ban that McDonald’s from his Original list. With an added Original pox upon the hapless server who served it up in such an Unoriginal fashion to him.

He was indeed the embodiment of the Original Sin.

He was a terrible consumer in training and the nightmare of all fiduciaries of our growth fetishistic enterprises and nation.

But after years in front of the television soaking in commercials, online Ad culture, and peer pressure he came around as all good potential productivity pods do. Now number one son wants everything new and improved in the world you can possibly imagine.

But since he is one of the Original Millennials he may be too late since the Original promise of trickle down has already been lapped up, swallowed , and sent elsewhere.

Maybe someone has an Original idea to solve this.

I haven’t heard it.

I have observed a lot of very Unoriginal silliness in between the TV commercials, Ad Banners, and pop up ads however.

So I hope he still only wants cheese and meat on his burger.

After all , it’s the Original.

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I Believe I’m Sinking Down

Oh if only crossroads were so simple. Right. Left. Forward. Or run home and hide under the blankets.

Then again there are intersections that occur, have occurred, are occurring, and will continue to occur in the eternity called now.

Kind of like this: *

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Only with an infinite number of lines running through that single point we call now, continuing on into infinity and (for those of you that might be Buzzed) beyond.

So next time someone asks you to get the butter, just remember the options are endless. From explaining dietary implications of, as well as, the inevitable string theory of dairy products in general, oleo and the inherent sins of such marketing obfuscation and chicanery,  reenactments from scenes in “Last Tango In Paris” aside, to the full inclusion of just acquiescing to their request in smug silence: try not to be what my pale imitation (as seen above *) of a Kurt Vonnegut illustration alludes to.

So just choose and know we are all just:

After all as my father advised when I was just a sprout, “Go do something even if it is wrong”

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Not Too

This speech is a Goldilocks moment in film

As I wracked the little reptile brain at the core of my big old bloated monkey brain, I have to say that many of my Goldilocks moments when taken to further review may have been no more than the best outcome given the events that led up to it.

Or simply stated; it seemed like a good idea at the time.

Just right is way too subjective.

I have learned to cherish the “not too” moments more.

Not too happy.

Not too sad.

Not too smart.

Not too dumb.

Not too pretty.

Not too ugly.

Not too right.

Not too wrong.

Objectivity as an objective is less objectionable than any object.

So by dispatching the constant monitoring of the “just right” meter has given me many more “not too” moments to enjoy rather than striving to peg the “just right” needle on the dial.

In closing I would like to paraphrase AMC’s favorite advertising puke with this immutable law of commerce.

“What you call just right was invented by guys like me…to sell you _______.”

Fill in the blank just right for you.

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