Tribute

The Fundamental principles are flawed. A universal constant that we rely upon, to maintain order and stability in this chaotic world, has come into question.

The uniformity of MacDonalds' food from, restaurant to restaurant, country to country.

I start at work early on Monday and Tuesday mornings, somewhere between 0530hrs and 0600hrs, depending upon when I drag my sorry carcass out of bed. Then after looking after what needs to be done onsite I drive back down to the gong for the days university learning fun. I'm driving passed at least one Maccas in my travels, so there is a great temptation to drive up to their conveniently positioned food dispensing windows . Yesterday morning I succumbed to the breakfasty delights that the clown had to offer. My usual order was taken. A sausage and egg McMuffin meal(with orange juice large) and a bacon and egg McMuffin. I usually eat the B&E muffin first as the spicy sausage has a more agreeable after taste. However, yesterday to my great surprise, I found myself eating the best Bacon & Egg McMuffin ever!
(Note:Exclamation point used)

Knowing full well that this experience contravenes all that society takes for granted on a few levels.

A>MacDonalds make fast less than satisfying food
B>It's always the same which ever restaurant you go to, whenever you're there.

So I'm left having to rationalise that I have had the best and most satisfying Bacon and Egg Muffin ever, and it came from MacDonalds. But, worse than that, MacDonalds food varies in quality. Permit me here to take some comic book logic, just briefly. If there can exist such a perfect specimen of Muffin as this, or a hero muffin; out there somewhere, just to keep balance to universal constants, there must be a super villain muffin.

Two thoughts come to mind. I don’t want to get that super villain muffin, and no Egg and Bacon Muffin will ever satisfy again. I know this is a pessimistic thought, but, I can see myself journeying the globe, leaving for distant galaxies, stopping into every MacDonalds on the way, in search of this Egg and Bacon McMuffin.(I bet that’s what the Silver Surfer is doing, just too ashamed to admit it)

2 Songs playing in my head(Parody stylings)

1>The Clown will never have that recipe again.. Oh Noo….
2>This is not the greatest muffin in the world. No, this is a tribute.

You remind me of a babe.

It’s amazing how something so small and seemingly insignificant can affect lives and hi-jack conversations. Thou, it’s not always a bad thing.

On Saturday night some of my close friends Patty and his wife Gnomes, came and had dinner with Manda and myself. The conversation continued meandering and somersaulting through an assortment of topics, urged on by the vibrant passion of the participants.

Until.. shock horror.. a topic emerged, by obscure reference, that hijacked the dinner party.

Those of you whom know me well will already be assuming that the obscure reference originated from my mind. Well you know what happens when you assume.

The reference had the table whirling through the Labrynth of our child hood memories; grey tights, singing goblins, and of course a babe, a babe with the power.

I think most of you are aware of to which children’s movie I am referring. No matter how many people you speak to, everyone always remembers the grey tights…

Turning the Crank

Again, I sit, a sunny Saturday. Where am I? at the old Glowrod passing my time.

I'm sure someone assured me this job would be completed by midday. It's not all bad, I am using this time to work on the required quota of uni work. Still, my office at home has a nicer chair, and more friendly company.

Anyone, know anything about retarded time??

I'm sure the person who cam up with the concept of retarded time was inside on a sunny day.

Peace Out

Home on the Range

Have you ever actually thought about what it might be like to live "On the Range"?
I have, and the week after a sweet adventure I tend to think about it more. Riding my steed, playing tunes to the cactie and coyotes. Somehow that slow layed back way of life seems more exciting.
Now, for those fo you who know me, I like speed as much, possibly more, than the next person. However, in true post modern fashion, I like to do things at my speed and in my time(I,my,my).
I'm not wanting you all to focus on me here, really, but take the time to think if the desert, or even the Savannah represents freedom. Is the cowboys life for me? (You're allowed to add cowgirl there if your female, or that way inclined). We do have it pretty good. doors on hinges, and horses that are under car bonnets are pretty good. Sure, not as nice to pat, but easier to look after.
How often do we sacrifice freedom for convinience?