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Get it out of my system in one shot:
1) Most Reality TV shows feature two types of people. The first: aging women with fancy clothes and pronounced cleavage. Second: fat to immensely fat younger people, covered with tattoos. All types spend a lot of time screaming at each other, for up to 15 seconds at a time. Then there is a 10-15 second close-up of one of the screamees explaining to us dolts about what just happened. This cycles two or three times, interrupted by commercials for kitchen gadgets or weight-loss programs.
No subject is too stupid to qualify: pawn shops, regional Housewives (including specializations like basketball wives), repo firms, bounty hunters, motorcycle builders, young men beating the crap out of each other, the jolly gang at the local prison, you know them all. I know they are cheaper to produce than dramas but seriously, who watches this crap?
2) There are a couple of guys in our neighborhood that insist on setting their car alarms. Now, given our neighborhood, it is hard to imagine anyone owning a car that requires such protection. But frequently we are treated to the endless beeping of a car horn until the moron comes to, finds his keys and turns the racket off.
3) I live in an urban environment. I can tell because of mufflers young men put on their old Hondas and go racing up the street. How is this an indicator?
Because they sound exactly like old-time outboard engines, the kind that anglers used to put on a 16ft boat. “Putt, putt, putt, brawwwk, putt, putt, putt, brawwwk” and so on. Every time I hear one, and they are immensely popular, I imagine the kid thinking he drives a street racer while I think he is driving the boat he has never heard.
4) The ageless desire to look cool drives tattoos. It seems to inspire so many to get their bodies covered with black, blue and red ink, then take off their clothes and parade around grocery stores.
5) As for styles, at least the compulsion to wear a baseball cap backwards has mostly faded away. Now if we could do something about those below-the-knee pants that make pudgy guys look fat.
6) I heard some yipping from some foxes last night. I expect city hall has received multiple phone calls from residents deathly afraid of the little red critters.
I have to commend the City for fencing off an area this spring to allow a coyote to whelp. The barricades were up for weeks. I can only imagine how many complaints were registered.
Hurrrmph. . .
