Stay Away From Supermarkets that are Bright as Day!!

I'm not even in the store and I'm squinting into the light that streams forth into the dark evening. I feel like I'm walking to Mexican heaven. Instead of harmonious chimes and an angelic chorus, I'm greeted by the atonal chittering of swarms of Mexican children (none older than 6) and the abrasive ululating of their parents as they suggest various fried goods and frozen pies to each other, paying no mind to their various broods.

Flying like a moth into that light, ushered in by a roaring WHOOSH! of bug-repelling wind, and right away I slip into business mode so I can avoid as many people as possible. More and more people down each aisle filling up larders with foods no one even dreamed of 50 years ago. You can buy crappy versions of everything at this grocery store - it's not the rich people's grocery but it's closer and all I need is eggs. Go go go and oh no! Dodge past the old ladies that ooze through aisles behind bulky shopping carts, looking like the tank division of the AARP. If I can break through to the meat department I could slip behind

You know I don't really know where this is going. I wanted to right another weird slanting view of a normal activity but I can't find it right now. What the hell is up with this Golden Compass movie? It's got weird declarations of war, Russian cossacks battling giant polar bears, and is that Nicole Kidman? I don't know what the hell this is supposed to be about. Hey if you're looking for a really good suspense movie, try out Mr. Brooks. I know, I know it's Kevin Costner - that's what I said at first too. But really, it's great. William Hurt is most excellent.

This is the entirety of an NFL commercial: "VOTE PROBOWL." They're not even trying anymore. The more I've "grown up" and spent time out among the population, I'm coming to loathe going outside. Just going to the grocery store requires a Zen state of mind so as to not be enraged at what's out there. I really, really hope that it's just this area. Go Broncos!