Define funny:

I leave work at 5pm and step onto the snowy streets of Hillsboro, Oregon with my little iRiver portable music player going and a jaunty spring in my step, and the second song I hear is Dada’s “Spinning My Wheels.”

See, it’s funny because I don’t have any wheels, and because I watched a lot of wheels spinning in futility on the roadways and in the parking lots.

(The first song? New Order’s “Guilt Is A Useless Emotion.” Make of this what you will.)

And then there’s the advertisement I heard a couple of times on Friday:

“Feel like curling up on the couch and watching a movie tonight? Go buy The Illusionist, coming out Tuesday on DVD.” Wait, what? Do they assume everyone’s got a blue, dimensionally transcendental police box stashed away so they can hop a few days into the future to make a shiny-disk purchase?

Crazy, I tell you.

3 Responses to “Some kind of new-age voodoo curse.”
  1. Spud says:

    The first thought that entered my mind was: “Hmm… by asking if everyone’s got a blue, dimensionally transcendental police box, you’re implying that at least someone has one already.”

    I’m crazy, and I’m not that ashamed to admit it. I can always blame it on my Drama 1 class if need be.

  2. Lil says:

    Hey Spud, just blame your craziness on your parents, like my kids do. *grin*

  3. Lisa says:

    I want one of those boxes too, please!

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