The Dunkin Donuts Trifecta

I have no idea what this post is going to be about today. I know that I won’t, or probably won’t, post any Goldilocks or Norman Oklahoma this week. I want to tell you way, but then I’d have to explain myself, and that’s not really the person I am.

I used to do these stream of consciousness type posts over at the old blog. I’d keep a word document open and just post whatever pops into my mind as the day went along.

I’m going to do that today.

The lines will separate areas of time when I wasn’t writing all the nonsense that sometimes oozes from my head.


Good, neither am I.

Popsicle stick art is a dying medium.

The other day I ate a Dunkin Donuts doughnut while drinking Dunkin Donuts coffee that I poured from a Dunkin Donuts mug. That’s like the paradise trifecta!

Is trifecta even a word. Microsoft Word has it flagged as a misspelled word, but it ain’t giving me any suggestions that is even close to the actual word . . . if it is an actual word.

Okay, I used the trusty World Wide Web to find out what’s going on with ‘trifecta’.

Apparently it is a horse racing term in which the person placing a bet must guess which horse will place first, which horse will place second, and which horse will place third.

I knew that, I just wasn’t aware that I had that knowledge.

Seriously, if you like hip hop and comics, and you aren’t listening to Adam WarRock, then it’s time to start considering the state of your sanity.

I don’t do Facebook. I don’t do Twitter. I don’t do most anything that seems to be popular on the web. I have this blog. I have Google+. I visit a couple of message boards. I have my Google Reader. But that’s it.

I feel like people are all in those other areas talking about me behind my back.

I believe in Bigfoot.

It appears to be impossible for me to touch metal without getting shocked.

I put my hand on a doorknob, shock.

I touch a can of green beans on the shelf at the market, shock.

It doesn’t even have to be metal. I touch a light switch, shock.

I’m really starting to get fed up with the whole thing.

Do you remember that scene near the beginning of Ghostbusters where Bill Murray is conducting a psychic experiment on two college students?

One is male and rather nerdy. The other is female and all kinds of attractive. Bill Murray would hold up a card in such a way that the two students couldn’t see it, and one at a time, they would each guess what was on the card. If they guessed wrong, they got an electric shock.

Well, Bill Murray’s character had an eye for the ladies, so even when the girl got it wrong, he’d tell her she was right. The dude on the other hand, was a different story. Even when he got it right, wacky Bill would tell him it was wrong and give him a shock.

After a couple of shocks the kids gets really pissed off.

That’s how I feel every day.

I’m starting to realize what a complete waste of time this post is.

Not a waste of time for me. This really hasn’t taken up much of my time. I’m talking about the waste of time for you, Loyal Reader.

I apologize.

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