Thursday, April 21, 2005

Bad Elephants and Alters


AlterNo4, originally uploaded by carolWorldLeader.

Here's one of the "normal" alter shots. I guess it's really not as bad as I made it out to be.

Last night, I happened upon a TV program I don't usually get to see. The Amazing Race was on and I saw part of it while I was flipping around the channels. (TiVo has me too frightened to watch one program for more than 5 minutes at a time. I keep sitting on the couch thinking, "ok, there's got to be a murder in here somewhere..." and then, flip, onto the next show. It's a cruel vicious never ending cycle.)

So, the show is about these teams of two who have to complete tasks while traversing the globe as part of some kind of race (I'm smart enough to figure this one out without a teleprompter.) The current batch of folks were running around somewhere in India. One of the tasks they had to perform was to push a large wooden elephant around a town, I guess with one of them riding atop the woodie, while the other helped gather locals in an attempt at pushing faster than the next guys.

I got to see lots of footage of these folks navigating large wooden elephants through traffic in some far away locale, avoiding buses, bouncing off rickshas and the like. It was pretty funny.

One of the couples, an older couple, poised the lady on top of the elephant and she kept saying, over and over again, "We have a BAD ELEPHANT." I don't know why, but this was really making me crack up. As she was saying this, wooden elephant parts were falling off, leaving behind a trail of BAD ELEPHANT entrails the likes of which I have never before seen.

This got me to thinking. How much in life could we get away with if we blamed it all on BAD ELEPHANTS?

"Sorry I wrecked your car. I had a BAD ELEPHANT."

"Sorry I slept with your husband, I had a BAD ELEPHANT."

It's a giant excuse du jour with an entire untapped wealth of potential.

I'm sorry I didn't write a REAL journal entry today, you see, I stepped in some mighty BAD ELEPHANT wooden entrails that were just all nasty and then...

Until next time...

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