Saturday, August 18, 2012
There are things that One Knows Not To Do. Trying to fly from the roof of your house. Saying to an Army Ranger "You wanna GO ?".
Eating a coliseum hot dog.
Your Aardvark is a weiner snob. The only hot doggish things allowed in Chez 'Vark are Nathan's, but the siren song of blood sugar bottoming out makes rational thought difficult. It was precisely as dreadful as it sounds, evoking the '50s American fear of seasoning that Lileks writes of so ably. (I recommend "Meat, meat, meat" for starters.)
But this sends me wobbling to other things on my mind. Things that Annoy.
Cosplayers almost wearing costumes (mileage may vary).
Steakhouses that overseason their meat. I know why they did that in the Middle Ages. Makes me suspicious.
Teenage Alien Ninja Turtles (Thanks, Michael Bey)
Being unable to speak my mind, because it would be completely misunderstood, miscategorized, and I would be given a loathsome label, because people do not think, or present cogent arguments, but rather polemicize, offering up emotional fallacies and unfounded assertions instead.
The comics industry dying a slow, painful death, largely self-inflicted.
There may be more....