Monday, July 6, 2009

Incidentals

incidentals.  what does that mean to you?   to me, it means things like undies.  things you can't do without, but not necessarily big-ticket items.  does it still mean the same thing?  then there are accidentals.  thats a musical term for a flat, sharp, or natural played in the middle of what ever key you are currently in....which boggles my mind, why don't they just mark it all one way and then no one will have any accident(al)s.  i really should have been born 2 thousand years ago and i could have given this idea to many of the composers as they rose to fame.   but, i wasn't so i will go on analyzing the absurdities of life.  like....splain this one to me.  is it really really necessary to stand in the middle of the store aisles with all your families and friends and give a blank look of confusion when someone pushes your cart and says, 'excuse me' a million times to get by?  that, i believe is a cultural thing, i truly am curious as to its origins.  or how about the kid who, when released from his mother's arms, walks up to the kid ahead of them in line, and BITES him in the chest.  where do they get off doing things like that?  only to have mom say "no, no."  what is up with that?  don't they have animal training for that?   what was that red-furred character on sesame street, not the one that laughs..uh elmo....not elmo...the one that kind of growls and makes noise.  Animal!!! yes yes of course that was his name.  reminds me of this kid.  gaaaaaraaarghhhhh.   lol
okay i gotta go.  i need more time to ponder.

1 comment:

Grandpa-D. said...

Once I accidently crapped in my incidental undies.

We don't have those large family gatherings in the grocery store isles here, nor has anyone bit my stomach. Her, our culture only tolerates the meth head.