Then open the handle of the Rambo knife and release the infuriated wasp
I see.
That was quite the journey, thanks. I read this in the tone of the
"We're never gonna score" speech from Beavis and Butthead Do America. Is that about right?
Well, no, because ultimately at the end of this odyssey of mayhem is BASIC PROGRAMMING, which really derails the whole Beavis and Butthead thing.
A little.
Somewhat.
A smidge.
I think one of the things I've always had trouble communicating is the sheer crushing boredom of suburban life.
There is, so far as I can tell, only one song about this, which is Bleach Boys by The Dead Milkmen which I think really covers the matter in a satisfying way.
When we get to the "I'm so bored, I'm drinking bleach" bit, and I'm singing along, I'm enjoying doing so.
But I'm not happy.
I'm angry, Bob.
ANGRY.
This is catharsis.
Kind of when the wasps get released. It's not, "hhuh. huh. cool!"
It's more, "KNEEL IN OBEISANCE BEFORE ME, SUPPLICANTS, FOR I AM THE WASP KING OF THIS CUL-DE-SAC AND I SHALL WEAR YOUR FLESH AS NEW WORLDS RISE FROM THE IDIOT LAWNS OF A MILLION BOURGEOIS ALUMINUM SIDING ENTHUSIASTS! TO WHENCE SHALL THE PSYCHOPOMPS DELIVER YOUR WITHERED SOULS? TO LOST CARCOSA! OR PERHAPS KEYPORT."
It's not really a delusion of grandeur either, because inasmuch as I can be King of the Wasps for five minutes, ultimately, I know that my behavior is governed by the Covenants, Conditions, and Restrictions of whatever miserable development I live in.
Like sure I am the WASP KING OF THE CUL-DE-SAC but I don't mess with the HOA.
I could ride for hours, and never leave the interminable interlocking maze of those developments.
But a good in-store demo about a Commodore 64 At The End Of The World As We Know It, that is something I would consider writing.
You know, apropos of nothing...
I don't think I ever played any species other than the Mechtron in M.U.L.E. I don't know why I just thought of that.
Little boxes, on the hillside, little boxes made of ticky-tacky...
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