Wednesday, August 27, 2003

Have you ever met a Crazy Person?

I mean, a really CRAZY person? Somebody who busts the bell curve on whacko and who's completely off the freak scale? Somebody whose only purpose in life is to make people like Jeffrey Dahmer and Freudian thumb-sucking lunatics looks normal? Somebody who's so far out of left field, they'd had to rent a telescope just to see it ("Look! I think I can see left field from here! If you squint really hard...")

I know a lady like this. Whoa! totally nuts.

It all started several years ago. She was working as a member of the world's oldest profession. And, for my computer programming friends out there, I DON'T mean she was a Cobol programmer, Ok? So, she meets this guy and after a long tempestuous relationship that lasted an arduous two weeks, she decides she wants to marry. Trouble is, she neglects to mention her, um, shall we say "way of life" to him.

So Terry and I go to the wedding and we're sitting there joking about it. "Can you imagine," he says to me, "what tomorrow morning will bring? 'Do you like your eggs fryed or scrambled and the way...I'm a hooker. Would you please pass the salt....' How scary!"

Indeed Terry is right about one thing. You never do know what tomorrow will bring. And you really do need to salt your eggs before the crap hits the air circulator.

But, that's all just my opinion. What do I know? I'm not even all that crazy. Although I must admit, she does make me feel better. I gain a certain comfort knowing that, somewhere out there is a total lunatic and my, shall we say "left of center" leanings don't even measure on the whacko Rhichter scale. Nope. Not me. Not even a blip on the big crazy meter. It's strangely comforting being, um, "normal," I guess. Makes you think that, in this big, crazy world, there's room for all types.

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off.

Thursday, August 14, 2003

Bad Art and Timex Watches

OK, so what is bad art anyway? Isn't art supposed to teach us that there is no "right" and no "wrong" only what we feel or perceive. Our viewpoints, however incorrect someone else may label them, are our own. We cherish them and celebrate them; therefore, they are the vision that we possess. If we were to admit to being "wrong" it would be like criticizing our inner child. He's never WRONG, he's just there and sometimes it's better for both of us if we ignore him.

So as not to get too philosophical on you, I will now change the subject to something completely shallow. Tomorrow is the grand opening of the Nordstrom's store in Austin, TX. It's a big day for some people. They have a piano player there and a coffee bar. Plus it's like the world's biggest shoe store. Hmmm. I'll be going, but only for the social aspects of it. A group of women I work with are getting together in a mini-van and going down there to check it out. I think it will be fun, if only to spend time with my co-workers. I'm not really interested in the store, although I could really use a new watch.

Speaking of watches, I used to buy a timex and keep it for ages. Recently, my Timex, which I purchased last year, broke. It's not supposed to do that. I thought Timex were the watches that "take a licking and keep on ticking?!?" If that's the case, then why must I invest in a new one? And, if I do invest in a new watch, should I really get another Timex? I'm really at a loss here because, Timex is one of the least expensive watches you can buy but should I really support their shoddy quality buy continually buying watches that break? And I say this knowing that I am exceptionally hard on watches. I think there is a pet elephant somewhere who's had the same Timex for like 20 years. And, being an elephant, I bet he never forgets what time it is and doesn't really need at watch anyway.

Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in "Carol's Little World" signing off .