I want you to consider the state of the world for a moment...
Now consider this:
Weren't we all better off when Michael Bolton was still having hits? Think about it. Gas was cheaper. We were all much, much younger. Some of us were thinner. "Full House" was still on the air. I'm just saying.
Lots has been going on in America lately, not all of which I'm thrilled about, but more on that later. We celebrated another birthday here in the land of liberty over the weekend. I wore my Old Navy U.S. Flag shirt. Which was made in Vietnam. I would not object if you say I am patriotism exemplified.
Enjoyed some good fried Fourth of July festival food. I know it will kill me someday. But my thinking was, "Surely it won't be today. And hopefully not tomorrow either." (Because tomorrow was Sunday and I didn't want to miss the U.S. Women's soccer match due to my untimely death or anything.)
I survived. Though things may have looked precarious at times...
I also ran a 5K, recording my slowest time ever (24:59). It was... interesting. No timing chip. No bib with a number on it. We were given pre-race instructions as follows: Run down the hill, turn right at the stop sign, then turn left at the first road. Run until the road dead ends. We know it's dark so there's a truck parked out there with its lights on. When you get to the truck, turn around and come back.
One guy got lost. He evidently took a wrong turn and it wound up costing him about two minutes. And no, it wasn't me! Though that would've made for a much better story.
I saw him though, as I ambled along at my 8:03 pace. This little glow stick coming through a cornfield towards the road. (We all had to carry or wear glow sticks because it was a night race.) I'm not sure if anyone else got lost or not, and really with no timing chip or identification bib, there would be no way to know. So, probably.
Saturday afternoon, we went for a brief two-and-a-half-hour canoe ride. And while the canoe did not tip over, we did manage several unintentional 360's. (Note: These should only be attempted by paddlers who have experienced a minimum of 2 to 4 canoe trips with varying degrees of success, are not in a hurry, and are able to express their frustrations with each other without using the paddle as a weapon.)
The part of the river we were on was sparse, which played right in to my dislike of crowds, and people in general. We only saw four kayakers, two of whom cruised by just as we were performing some of our canoe acrobatics. And there was one group of party bargers. They had their inner tubes tied together, were shotgunning bad beer, and screaming the words to "God Bless the USA." God bless us, indeed.
Speaking of these United States and what's been going on here lately, I just have one thing to say: WTF????
It's ridiculous. And I can't believe some people are actually supporting it. Someone even invited me to go and see one of these disgraceful "productions," which I impolitely declined. It's an insult to my intelligence and everything I've ever been raised to believe (about comedy).
Is this really what we want to be as a nation? Where a suburban Boston boy can grow up the younger brother of a New Kid On The Block and go on to earn excessive wealth and a modicum of fame by co-starring in not one, but two movies alongside a talking teddy bear?!
Mmhmm, suddenly my Michael Bolton theory's not sounding so terrible, is it?
Now consider this:
Weren't we all better off when Michael Bolton was still having hits? Think about it. Gas was cheaper. We were all much, much younger. Some of us were thinner. "Full House" was still on the air. I'm just saying.
Lots has been going on in America lately, not all of which I'm thrilled about, but more on that later. We celebrated another birthday here in the land of liberty over the weekend. I wore my Old Navy U.S. Flag shirt. Which was made in Vietnam. I would not object if you say I am patriotism exemplified.
Enjoyed some good fried Fourth of July festival food. I know it will kill me someday. But my thinking was, "Surely it won't be today. And hopefully not tomorrow either." (Because tomorrow was Sunday and I didn't want to miss the U.S. Women's soccer match due to my untimely death or anything.)
I survived. Though things may have looked precarious at times...
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I also ran a 5K, recording my slowest time ever (24:59). It was... interesting. No timing chip. No bib with a number on it. We were given pre-race instructions as follows: Run down the hill, turn right at the stop sign, then turn left at the first road. Run until the road dead ends. We know it's dark so there's a truck parked out there with its lights on. When you get to the truck, turn around and come back.
One guy got lost. He evidently took a wrong turn and it wound up costing him about two minutes. And no, it wasn't me! Though that would've made for a much better story.
I saw him though, as I ambled along at my 8:03 pace. This little glow stick coming through a cornfield towards the road. (We all had to carry or wear glow sticks because it was a night race.) I'm not sure if anyone else got lost or not, and really with no timing chip or identification bib, there would be no way to know. So, probably.
Saturday afternoon, we went for a brief two-and-a-half-hour canoe ride. And while the canoe did not tip over, we did manage several unintentional 360's. (Note: These should only be attempted by paddlers who have experienced a minimum of 2 to 4 canoe trips with varying degrees of success, are not in a hurry, and are able to express their frustrations with each other without using the paddle as a weapon.)
The part of the river we were on was sparse, which played right in to my dislike of crowds, and people in general. We only saw four kayakers, two of whom cruised by just as we were performing some of our canoe acrobatics. And there was one group of party bargers. They had their inner tubes tied together, were shotgunning bad beer, and screaming the words to "God Bless the USA." God bless us, indeed.
Speaking of these United States and what's been going on here lately, I just have one thing to say: WTF????
It's ridiculous. And I can't believe some people are actually supporting it. Someone even invited me to go and see one of these disgraceful "productions," which I impolitely declined. It's an insult to my intelligence and everything I've ever been raised to believe (about comedy).
Is this really what we want to be as a nation? Where a suburban Boston boy can grow up the younger brother of a New Kid On The Block and go on to earn excessive wealth and a modicum of fame by co-starring in not one, but two movies alongside a talking teddy bear?!
Mmhmm, suddenly my Michael Bolton theory's not sounding so terrible, is it?
