The speech is compelling, but I’m not convinced of what the people want.
I know what I want at this exact moment, and I want potato chips. And a coke.
My brother called me the other day to tell me about the crawfish pond he is building. He seemed a little upset that his two daughters aren’t as interested in the prospect as he is, imagine, a pond full of crawfish. I tried to comfort him by reminding him that they are pretty ugly. With the exception of those fish carefully selected for “Finding Nemo”, pretty much anything that lives in water is not very cute, especially prior to receiving the Pixar treatment. I read an article today about a type of octopus that creates a mobile home out of coconut halves, stacking them and essentially walking around the ocean floor on its tippy toes.
It is five thirty and dark outside, so I am ready to sleep again.
