Friday, November 26, 2010
Thursday, November 11, 2010
sexy candy
well. Not really. I just had that urge to say some smart stuff. I thought maybe the truth about sex (there's a lot of it, but never enough). Thus, getting candid about sex. Or, the more comfortable option: getting sexy about candy.
That goes back to Halloween, when I had the fun time of T or T'ing with my grandson. Keaton. Kick or Keat! All aboard! Anyway, it was obvious that this was a big, sexy if you will, or just fun if you won't....thing for him. A wildly successful business. You go door to door, in a small flock. People open their doors and give you stuff. Your job is to walk around with a plastic pumpkin.
Now I want to know: Will this perhaps work on other evenings? or even mornings? I definitely want to rejoice with Keaton in the existence of the H'Ween tradition. And then explain to him that the business of it is pretty much restricted to that once a year.
Thing is, the whole point of all business is to trick or treat the folks in the marketplace EVERY SINGLE DAY. I knock on your door; you give me stuff. Mostly chocolate. I try to remember to say something. Something smart. Like: The universe is large (not really so smart...more, meaningless). How about My Hair is Thinning. Perhaps true on the surface (of my skull), but not particularly meaningful. Let's see. I guess what I've mostly done for about 40 years is provide melodies and smiles. And my plastic pumpkin stays somewhat full. I play a descending diatonic scale in Bb. You give me a new pickup truck.
I've blogged down, it seems. What can I say that's really smart? Oh. That you should skip the houses with the lights off and no pumpkin out front. Something about not everyone OBSERVES the holiday. Next year I want to trick or treat with creatures I can see clear through. They aren't hard to find.
That goes back to Halloween, when I had the fun time of T or T'ing with my grandson. Keaton. Kick or Keat! All aboard! Anyway, it was obvious that this was a big, sexy if you will, or just fun if you won't....thing for him. A wildly successful business. You go door to door, in a small flock. People open their doors and give you stuff. Your job is to walk around with a plastic pumpkin.
Now I want to know: Will this perhaps work on other evenings? or even mornings? I definitely want to rejoice with Keaton in the existence of the H'Ween tradition. And then explain to him that the business of it is pretty much restricted to that once a year.
Thing is, the whole point of all business is to trick or treat the folks in the marketplace EVERY SINGLE DAY. I knock on your door; you give me stuff. Mostly chocolate. I try to remember to say something. Something smart. Like: The universe is large (not really so smart...more, meaningless). How about My Hair is Thinning. Perhaps true on the surface (of my skull), but not particularly meaningful. Let's see. I guess what I've mostly done for about 40 years is provide melodies and smiles. And my plastic pumpkin stays somewhat full. I play a descending diatonic scale in Bb. You give me a new pickup truck.
I've blogged down, it seems. What can I say that's really smart? Oh. That you should skip the houses with the lights off and no pumpkin out front. Something about not everyone OBSERVES the holiday. Next year I want to trick or treat with creatures I can see clear through. They aren't hard to find.
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