The whole family is gathered around watching America’s Next Top Model, a tradition in my family that dates back to the early just a couple minutes ago. I don’t know about you people, but I count on these long-established customs to bring me back in touch with what really matters. Beyond the glow of the elf-like Allison with the very close together eyes (like a Shar-pei, they are bred that way to appear more like a human baby and therefore be more appealing to the human eye) we all warm ourselves by the more intimate coals of the internet. An Ipad for that one, a PC for those two (plebes!) and a smartphone to guide the tweaking of the dressing recipe. We could all hold hands or line out a chain of dominoes down the hall and past the generations of family hanging on the wall. Look at that mullet! And those wide lapels! Sideburns and gingham, or no gingham at all, for better or worse there we all are.
Is this a poem..? Puzzling…but I think I like it.
“….and a smartphone to guide the tweaking of the dressing recipe…”
Dude! My dog got skunked again the other morning. My wife of course KNOWS the magic scent neutralization recipe/remedy….I had to google it.
Warmed by the coals of the internet ..AGAIN!
..together in this world …connected by some fiber optic none the less
Thank YOU Jauncho!
Thank YOU Buzz. Good luck to the dog.
America’s Next Top Model, huh?