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Conspicuous Consumption
Aug. 16th, 2005 05:23 pmAt lunch I went to best buy to catch up on my David Matthews collection of CDs. While I was there, I picked up Sin City for my viewing pleasure later on.
Ergo, my CD collection continues to multiply.
In 30 minutes, I'll be off work and S and I shall hightail it to Marysville to see Mr. Matthews in Concert.
Work today was fairly productive. I am pleased.
Before I go, I must impart what I hope is amusing for you, yet gross for me. You see, I brought a rum cake into work yesterday. It's debatable whether it should be called a rumcake or a cakerum. People get giddy over it here. It's pretty hilarious. Anyway, that's not the main story. During transport, the abundantly rummy glaze did spill from my cake carrier onto my vehicle's carpet. I did not realize this initially, but only upon bending down to pick up the cake carrier did I see the moist patch on my carpet.
What happens next is where I question my common sense. I put my finger in the moist patch. Why? I think it was to validate that it was indeed a current moist patch and not an old stain. I then looked at my cake carrier and saw that it indeed had a glaze residue seeping out from it. It was at this point that I focussed on the fact that my finger had a delicious buttery rum glaze on it and completely forgot that my finger acquired this glaze from the floor of my car. Reflexively, I allowed my tongue to liberate the glaze from my finger. Of course, it was this exact moment when I remembered that I was dealing with tainted glaze.
Thanks to my absent-mindedness, I have tasted the aggregate flavor of every shoe that has been on my toyota carpet. MMM.
Stoopid. Soooo Stoopid.
Ergo, my CD collection continues to multiply.
In 30 minutes, I'll be off work and S and I shall hightail it to Marysville to see Mr. Matthews in Concert.
Work today was fairly productive. I am pleased.
Before I go, I must impart what I hope is amusing for you, yet gross for me. You see, I brought a rum cake into work yesterday. It's debatable whether it should be called a rumcake or a cakerum. People get giddy over it here. It's pretty hilarious. Anyway, that's not the main story. During transport, the abundantly rummy glaze did spill from my cake carrier onto my vehicle's carpet. I did not realize this initially, but only upon bending down to pick up the cake carrier did I see the moist patch on my carpet.
What happens next is where I question my common sense. I put my finger in the moist patch. Why? I think it was to validate that it was indeed a current moist patch and not an old stain. I then looked at my cake carrier and saw that it indeed had a glaze residue seeping out from it. It was at this point that I focussed on the fact that my finger had a delicious buttery rum glaze on it and completely forgot that my finger acquired this glaze from the floor of my car. Reflexively, I allowed my tongue to liberate the glaze from my finger. Of course, it was this exact moment when I remembered that I was dealing with tainted glaze.
Thanks to my absent-mindedness, I have tasted the aggregate flavor of every shoe that has been on my toyota carpet. MMM.
Stoopid. Soooo Stoopid.
