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Wednesday, October 26, 2005

Fire Truck! Fire Truck! Fire Truck!


By Edwin Brauer
October 26, 2005 | Issue 41•43

Look, out the window! A fire truck! I've seen drawings of fire trucks in my picture books, of course, but how could I have ever known how pale and insignificant those crude representations were in comparison to the real thing! Fire truck! Oh, great God in heaven, fire truck! This has got to be the most moving of mankind's creations, and perhaps of nature's, as well.

This whirlwind of sensory input is almost more than my tiny mind can process! Mere words cannot begin to convey what I am feeling! This incredible, life-changing, soul-shattering wonder is... Why, it is beyond description!

Run! Run to the window as fast as your giant legs can carry you! Whatever you are doing right now, place it aside for a moment—it can't possibly be as important as the opportunity to see a fire truck with your own eyes.

This is quite possibly the greatest experience of my life thus far.

How do I even begin to describe its magnificence? First off, it is big—bigger than anything I could ever imagine! Secondly, it's painted an incredible, alarming, eye-catching red! Thirdly, it makes the most attention-grabbing sounds: whistles, bangs, gearshifts, bells. And that siren! Of all the noises, the siren is surely the best! I wonder if, somehow—but no, surely not—unless... Well, could I? Could I possibly? EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE... No, that's not right: It's high-pitched enough, but missing some crucial... OOOOOOOOOO... No, again, it's got the booming quality, but lacks the screechingly irritating aspect of the higher register. Wait! What if I combine the two, in an alternating series of high- and low-frequency modulations, and belt it out at the top of my lungs? EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-OOOOOOOOO,EEEEEEEEEEEEE-OOOOOOOOO! That's it! That's the same noise that the fire truck is making! EEEEEEEEEEEEE-OOOOOOOOOOOO, EEEEEEEEEEEEEE-OOOOOOOO! EEEEEEEEEEEE-OOOOOOOOOOOOO, EEEEEEEEE-OOOOOOOO! Oh, God. I could make this noise all day! I never want to do anything else!

And now—am I really seeing this? It can't be! Surely there are not colorfully dressed men with powerful bodies, brave expressions, and purposeful toolbelts hanging off the side of the fire truck as it careens around the corner! If this is a dream, let me never wake. Look at their hats! They have the most wonderful hats ever made! I must acquire a child-sized version of such a hat! They are the most large and most yellow hats I have ever seen.

That's it: My fate in this life is sealed. I must become one of these men. Nothing will ever sway me from this goal.

But what a spectacle it is! You must come and look upon this immediately! This fire truck is blowing my mind. It is as if God Himself has created this piece of machinery just for me! But it will not be here long. It is driving away. It grows quieter and quieter as it recedes from my visual field and...

It is gone. It was only here for one fleeting moment, and you never even saw it. This is the greatest tragedy that has ever occurred. My faith in the universe is shaken to its core by the magnitude of what you have missed. If only you had listened to me. You may never be able to comprehend my experience, for I have seen the fire truck, and I will never think about anything else again as long as I live.

Huh? What is... Why... Afgh! Airplane! Airplane! Mommy! Airplane! Don't bother with those towels! Don't you see? Look! There is an actual airplane in the sky!

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Ah, the onion.


Sunday, March 13, 2005

At times it feels like my brain is melting.

What I can never understand about life is how two sides can fight constantly and never even allow the other side one intelligent comment. It's like if the other side makes one good point then you have to immediatly accept defeat and die. No one seems to be able to go, " Oh, hey that's a good point. Perhaps I should take your good idea and use it along side my own." No, instead you get talking heads using over exagerated positions yelling at each other about how the other side has no clue what the hell their talking about.
"Democrates are willing to give away your future to any stray bum that comes along and says that he has had a hard time. He want's to send all the jobs over sea's, tear down all the factorys so that nature can overgrow, allow all morals to go the way of the dodo, and take away all your money and give it to lowlife scum that will murder your children.";

"The republicans are all heartless bastards that try to squeeze every last dime they can out of you, they think anyone that was born without a silver spoon in their mouth should be thrown onto the scrap heap of life and left to die, they hate all blacks, gays, latinos,women, and anyone who is the least bit diffrent then them, they want to ruin music, art, and good living. They're brain dead idiots who can't face the beauty of life."

Wow, intelligent discourse, and they wonder why people have become cynical with politics.

Set yourself in the middle, You might come up with rational unbiased idea's. And if that doesn't work, Hey at least you have 2 enemy's to fight instead of just one. Maybe we should just start swinging at everyone untill no one's left standing.

"Clown's to the left of me; joker's to the right. Here I am. Stuck in the middle..."

God dammit.


Sunday, January 16, 2005

My life has changed. I stand alone and I am motivated, confident, and I will change the world.

You must accept reality or it will destroy you.

..and I walk alone.


Monday, January 10, 2005

There needs to be a special law enacted which allows me to walk around smacking stupid people.


Saturday, December 18, 2004

Should laughing and crying feel the same when your running head on at the enemy?



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