Fresh exuberance not dysplasia or folliculitis

Yes fair friends and mutual enemies it is Friday, time to challenge everything in every way, time to bend time and space, time to push against the rules and be you. We have trudged our way through the week, jumping from one superficial stepping stone to another, groping through our work day clinging desperately to the one ray of light we call clocking out. Peace finds me on Friday morning; I sip coffee as I blast my way to work on the fumes of another techno-trance experience. I know it’s my day because it’s Friday.  The anticipation is sometimes sweeter than the event. I like to look forward to things, I don’t miss the ambiance of the moment I embrace all aspects of time. I embrace all seasons and all senses, the cycle, the cliché journey and the wandering road. I experience everything ever where and I know it’s blatantly obvious so I just repeat it into infinity for the true humor of repeating it or stating it at all.

Stand and strut for your time off is your time. Stick your mug out and let it shine like the figurehead of the Fountain Head.  Your face pristine granite, smooth and stoic, plain and serene; it’s your weekend game face of yes once again anticipation without anticipation.  What you ask? If the price tag of understanding is too high then you need to go down the block to cherry-slushy-ville and wash away your dreams with a bag of Doritos and a Cosmopolitan subscription.

It takes a leap, maybe a leap of three thousand light years, but it’s no different than carrying half a roll of cherry lifesavers in your pocket instead of the hand book to the Posse Comitatus. Is it just action versus inaction? Thought versus no thought? Sugar free versus crack cocaine? Religion versus politics? Consignment of knickknacks of bad taste versus censorship via TOS? Put down a mad dog with an affinity for your leg or keep Spot who’s been neutered and pacified? One makes you laugh and think, the other makes you wonder why he is grinning all the time. What am I talking about? Does it matter…

Control. Of what mind you? Location of thought, area of opinion…is sharing caring or merely another form of egotism?

Yup…it’s time for beer. Meet me online at 7:15 pm, you know where I’ll be.

Favorite drink: Chocolate Pudding and Root beer.

Least Favorite drink: Hitler.