Hyp-MO-tized

I am back. I was driving home yesterday, which is a good thing, when I caught sight of the car in front of me. It was a late model Pontiac Grand Am, black, with the rear view mirror just hanging by a wire (for the light?). Anyway, as I am driving, and the car in front of me, the damn mirror is just swaying. It is moving back and forth, undulating (like that word?) as the cars move forward. All of sudden, I find that the movement of this damn mirror has me mesmerized. I was hypomotized.

Thankfully, there was no sun. I mean, there was a sun obviously or we would all be frozen and dead, or is that dead and frozen. In any event, I would not be typing right now, let alone later. I mean no sun really does equal no life. I did talk of the moon of Saturn and how fucking cold it was there, and that is with a sun, albeit far away from it. That would be Earth without the sun. Then again, if that were the case then I would crank up the heat on the new furnace and let the motherfucker burn. I figure we are all dead soon enough, so the let the gas company try and collect from my cold, dead corpse. That would show them.

Damn, I do digress often, it must be the ADD. Anyway, it was cloudy because if the sun were coming from my back, though it would have been in the west and I was travelling south, the light would keep reflecting off that undulating mirror and hitting me square in the eyes regularly. It could have been like a bad amusment park ride, with the greater risk of a car accident at a high speed (now that could have been cool).

So, dude, fix that damn mirror. How do you actually use it when it just dangles there? I may have to chalk that up to another one of life's sweet mysteries. It is not quite "how do they get the caramel in the Caramilk bar" type of a mystery but it is indeed spooky. For those of you who are American, a Caramilk is a caramel and milk chocolate candy bar made by Cadbury Schweppes, which means that it is British in origin and will lead to those awful English teeth if you eat enough of them, and do not have flouride in your water or even brush your teeth. It is a "Prince Charles" waiting to happen, if you are not careful, or are British.

With that I bid you all a fine adieu. Ciao!