January 28, 2009

It was something that caught my eye while composing yesterday’s post. I was including a comment from an e-mail I’d received from my friend Jerome and figured I’d link to his website. It was there something he had written in his most recent post caught my eye (my boldings):

The last 12 days or so have been VERY difficult. All this business with my car, project breakdowns at work, dealing with the attention spans of kids on the football field, trying to coordinate schedules with all of humanity and the multiple crises in the house have made me want to stay in my basement, order a crapload of hot wings and turn on the NFL Network.

Reading Jerome’s words, well, it was like reading a mirror image of my last two months! Because on Friday nights, totally fried, zonked, ridden hard, and put away wet from work, I’d stagger out of my bedroom office, take a shower, and then head down to the local pizza joint where I’d sit at the bar and reconnect with humanity by shooting the breeze with a couple of the regulars there and engage in some harmless flirting with the cute waitresses decades younger than I. But, more to the point, I’d have my glass of wine and order me up a take-out order of a couple dozen hot wings (with a salmon special for Tracey) and then head home where I’d veg out in front of the TV and munch contentedly on my hot wings while watching The Golf Channel.

Which got me thinking: is that what life has become in this modern workaday world? To work one’s self sleepless and senseless until your brain is capable only of reverting to some prehistoric instinct to gnaw on chicken wings until the pile of bones resembles some ancient offering to the gods and your mouth is aflame, all the while numbing one’s brain with mindless sports entertainment?

Is that what it’s all come down to?

If you’re, say, some tribesman in Outer Mongolia who’s had a tough week on the range keeping those herds together, do you crave the same thing? Or (so as not to be seen as sexist) do women have the same pent-up desires after a hard week at the office or keeping the kids in line? Do they too find themselves craving a platter of wings to devour over, say, some pretty-colored cocktail and watch a Keanu Reeves movie?

Is it the work? A primal need for hot wings? And, what is it about that combination of fowl and hot sauce that drives mortal human beings to this sorry state of affairs?

Why not be thinking, ‘if I can just get through this week I can relax with some goose liver pate and veg out to my Wang Chung collection’?

I only ask because I’m human. Or male. Or insane. Or all three.

Filed in: Uncategorized by The Great White Shank at 01:00 | Comments (3)
3 Comments »
  1. I get like that. A triple play is the only thing that alleviates it. The exhausting part of my job isn’t so much the physical part of it but the listening and the processing. At its worst, I just want to turn on the TV to something mindless and stare at it. The NFL network will do in that regard for one out. Your favorite takeout and beverage complete the triple play.

    Comment by Rob — January 28, 2009 @ 4:44 pm


  2. Thanks, Rob. Triple play… never heard of that. I like that! And what are your other favorite two outs?

    Comment by The Great White Shank — January 28, 2009 @ 5:25 pm


  3. I like WOW wings (Not wild about the “hot” but they have several flavors that I like a lot), pizza, boudin, or even a bowl of cereal as the 2nd out. I prefer a chocolate malt or a real chocolate milkshake these days as the 3rd out.

    Comment by Rob — January 28, 2009 @ 6:52 pm


RSS feed for comments on this post. TrackBack URI

Leave a comment


goodboys.jpg


Search The Site



Recent Items

Categories

Archives
May 2020
April 2020
March 2020
February 2020
January 2020
December 2019
November 2019
October 2019
September 2019
August 2019
July 2019
June 2019
May 2019
April 2019
March 2019
February 2019
January 2019
December 2018
November 2018
October 2018
September 2018
August 2018
July 2018
June 2018
May 2018
April 2018
March 2018
February 2018
January 2018
December 2017
November 2017
October 2017
September 2017
August 2017
July 2017
June 2017
May 2017
April 2017
March 2017
February 2017
January 2017
December 2016
November 2016
October 2016
September 2016
August 2016
July 2016
June 2016
May 2016
April 2016
March 2016
February 2016
January 2016
December 2015
November 2015
October 2015
September 2015
August 2015
July 2015
June 2015
May 2015
April 2015
March 2015
February 2015
January 2015
December 2014
November 2014
October 2014
September 2014
August 2014
July 2014
June 2014
May 2014
April 2014
March 2014
February 2014
January 2014
December 2013
November 2013
October 2013
September 2013
August 2013
July 2013
June 2013
May 2013
April 2013
March 2013
February 2013
January 2013
December 2012
November 2012
October 2012
September 2012
August 2012
July 2012
June 2012
May 2012
April 2012
March 2012
February 2012
January 2012
December 2011
November 2011
October 2011
September 2011
August 2011
July 2011
June 2011
May 2011
April 2011
March 2011
February 2011
January 2011
December 2010
November 2010
October 2010
September 2010
August 2010
July 2010
June 2010
May 2010
April 2010
March 2010
February 2010
January 2010
December 2009
November 2009
October 2009
September 2009
August 2009
July 2009
June 2009
May 2009
April 2009
March 2009
February 2009
January 2009
December 2008
November 2008
October 2008
September 2008
August 2008
July 2008
June 2008
May 2008
April 2008
March 2008
February 2008
January 2008
December 2007
November 2007
October 2007
September 2007
August 2007
July 2007
June 2007
May 2007
April 2007
March 2007
February 2007
January 2007
December 2006
November 2006
October 2006
September 2006
August 2006
July 2006
June 2006
May 2006
April 2006
March 2006
February 2006
January 2006


Blogroll

Syndication

4 Goodboys Only

Site Info