In A Pickle

Obviously, the sandwich could hardly be blamed for the fact that the pickle that adorned it was homemade, and as such, Glorious.

But still, the simple fact of the matter was that it was. Homemade that is. Crisp, and hard, and green. And deliciously so.

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And this made the remainder of the sandwich – all of the contents sans one of course – very jealous indeed.

The pickle for its part simply sat there, in full knowledge of how good it was. Relishing if you will in the fact that of the entirety of “meh” contained in the remainder of the bite, it alone was the splash of “YES!” that would have the eater’s taste buds leaping up eagerly to attention.

Against the processed meats, preformed bread, packaged lettuce and pumped up and out mayo, the pickle alone was the only thing that was truly real; the only portion of the meal that was original, singular, and created with love.

And even had the pickle tasted like shit (and it indeed did most definitely NOT), that alone would have made the sandwich as a whole well worth the gastronomical adventure.

A bit convoluted in tale, the pickle stood out. Not because it fit in, but rather because it refused to. It refused to be anything other than what it was. It refused to – as pickles are oft to do – sacrifice its own unique flavor in order to be “dumbed down” by the remainder of the more bland-taste citizens that shared it’s space and existence. And the entire sandwich, processed meats, preformed bread, packaged lettuce and pumped up mayo be damned, hated it it for that very reason while at the same time being enhanced by its mere presence.

So, is all this set up of a cautionary tale simply a combination resulting from having an actual homemade pickle provided by a dear friend, plunked daringly upon an otherwise “pedestrian” handheld bite, and an overactive imagination in halftime overdrive? Or is it something more?

I for one, will never tell.

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Interrupting All Programs.

So on Tuesday, this happened:

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I Won The Internet, 8/20/13

Just thought you all should know, you know, just how cool it is to be reading me…

Thank you Tracy =)

Briefly… the Douglas Adams Remembrance Saturday edition

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Happy Towel Day everyone. Let’s make it a good one!

It could very well be our last.

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Next year will be exactly like any other – not a thing at all like any other.

A blank page if you will. One that we get to fill meticulously in, or scribble helter-skelter upon, in any way that we see fit. In any way we see – or don’t see – imaginable.

Choose your words wisely, make the story that you write one that is worth reading.

Peace =)

12/23 To Life!

*Ahem*

Happy birthday to You,

Happy birthday to You,

Happy birthday,

Baby Jesus,

Happy birthday to you.

For some, Christmas lights will be twinkling and a new born savior babe will appear beneath the brightest star.

For others, eight magical candle-lit nights will be followed by eight magical smile-filled days, and a temple will be reborn.

A few more will be sharing the Yule Feast with family and friends, in celebration of the solstice of winter.

And for others still, an extra long weekend will simply be enjoyed and celebrated – all because there’s a whole bunch of people out there who just happen to believe in things like savior babes and magical lights.

Regardless of what persuasion you happen to be this year, i hope you enjoy your holiday season to it’s fullest. i hope you enjoy all the food you eat too much – or not too much – of. i hope you enjoy your wine. Unless you don’t drink of course. i hope that your celebrations are merry, boisterous and bright. Unless you prefer to stay home, quietly snuggled up in front of the fire, real or imagined. Most importantly though, i hope – i pray – that you take the time to enjoy the people in your life, and reflect upon how important they are. How important we all are. Together we are a living web, each of us merely a strand, and none of us truly able to survive without the others. Whether created or coincidental, we’re all we’ve got, and that’s exactly good enough.

Thank you for being a part of my web this year, and i sincerely hope that the Naughty List finds not your name upon it.

Peace!

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