Enter to a world of boredom
I woke up this morning, in the usual haze of delerium. My eyes were glossy, and my mind had not yet rid itself of those effervescent thought processes that plague me so in the early day. Ideas came, then went. Nothing coherent in the least, and it was several, long minutes of staring at the stark-white ceiling of my bedroom before I even realized that I wasn't still asleep.
Grudgingly, I pried myself from bed. Went upstairs to begin today with a Diet Mountain Dew (TM) from the beer fridge. Caffeine owns me, and the scars from its painful lashings feel all-the-more prominent, burn just that much more bitterly, when it has been nearly 8 hours since I last consumed its delicious, chemical greatness. I pulled the can from the box, glanced at the label: it was different, and not the same can label that I had remembered from prior beverage experiences. It looked like a can of generic "Kroger-Brand-Mountain-Dew-(TM)-Wanna-Be-Bullshit-For-Your-Money-But-You-Buy-It-Anyway-Because-It-Only-Costs-Three-Cents."
I began to wonder if the people who designed and marketed this new can were aware of what I now realized, that the new design looked worse than the old one. But, resigning myself to the notion that beuty is in the eye of the beholder, and that the people at the Mountain Dew (TM) marketing plant [or whatever] probably know what they're doing, because they don't live with their brother at age 20, I expunged such fruitless thoughts from my consciousness, and simply continued looking at the can. It read, "Same Dew, New View."
I dwelled on this, as I opened my can of citric, fruit-juice wanna-be. Essentially, it's label was an advertisement. It was telling all those who read it that it was the same. No different from before. It had merely tricked your eye to glancing upon its cyllindrical shape with its feigned novelty. In a sense, it was new. But only externally. That seems to be the only place that ever gets changed on, well...anything.
Space Sci Fi Game Adventure
Grudgingly, I pried myself from bed. Went upstairs to begin today with a Diet Mountain Dew (TM) from the beer fridge. Caffeine owns me, and the scars from its painful lashings feel all-the-more prominent, burn just that much more bitterly, when it has been nearly 8 hours since I last consumed its delicious, chemical greatness. I pulled the can from the box, glanced at the label: it was different, and not the same can label that I had remembered from prior beverage experiences. It looked like a can of generic "Kroger-Brand-Mountain-Dew-(TM)-Wanna-Be-Bullshit-For-Your-Money-But-You-Buy-It-Anyway-Because-It-Only-Costs-Three-Cents."
I began to wonder if the people who designed and marketed this new can were aware of what I now realized, that the new design looked worse than the old one. But, resigning myself to the notion that beuty is in the eye of the beholder, and that the people at the Mountain Dew (TM) marketing plant [or whatever] probably know what they're doing, because they don't live with their brother at age 20, I expunged such fruitless thoughts from my consciousness, and simply continued looking at the can. It read, "Same Dew, New View."
I dwelled on this, as I opened my can of citric, fruit-juice wanna-be. Essentially, it's label was an advertisement. It was telling all those who read it that it was the same. No different from before. It had merely tricked your eye to glancing upon its cyllindrical shape with its feigned novelty. In a sense, it was new. But only externally. That seems to be the only place that ever gets changed on, well...anything.
Space Sci Fi Game Adventure
posted by Battagline | 10:09 AM
2 Comments:
Wow John... You've really outdone yourself.
yeah, I'm a fucking faggot nerd.
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