Blunt Wit

Have you ever been torn by conflicting urges? Frozen in inaction, angsting an impending decision or course of action, Hamleting your precious life away?

So I have. In fact, some would say I gain some perverse pleasure from this purgatorial state of being. I, of course, would disagree.

So to frame today’s story I must give you two key pieces of information about me.

One, I have an almost maniacal urge to eat healthily. Thus, lots of lean meats, whole grains, fruits, veggies, the works. I almost never eat red meat. Hamburgers make me cringe.

Two, I adore a bargain. I have been known to commit unnatural acts to get a good deal. It is like I’m hardwired to pay less than retail. Of course, while some would call me “cheap,” I prefer “thrifty”.

So recently we found ourselves flying down I-40 and hungry. As we pulled into a supercenter to buy gas, we noticed a Wendy’s Hamburary grafted onto its side. And in big bold letters “Double Stack Burgers for 99 cents.”

In an instant I found myself betwixt the Sylla of good diet and the Charybdis of a tasty deal. I became wracked with internal conflict. Should I not be such a prude, loosen up my dietary restrictions and enjoy some juicy cow flesh? I mean in calories per cents you can’t beat the double stack. It practically screams “eat me and get fat”.

Or should I buck up and order a baked potato with broccoli? Maintain my pristine state of being, unpolluted by deliciousness? I mean, I’ve long since given in to the fact that whatever tastes really really good is horrible for my body and thus developed a taste for spiced cardboard.

As I shuffled up to the dumpish cashier lady wearing a grease-spattered blue denim shirt, she let loose a hail of joviality that almost bowled me over.
“What a wonderful day, good sir,” she beamed with pernicious genuineness.
“What can I get for you on this most glorious of days?”

Before I could respond, I thanked god I wasn’t packing heat otherwise I’d have gone postal on her right then and there. The vision of this Wendy’s girl getting cut down in barrage of my dietary grief ran like a Youtubed video in the back of my mind.

I stood motionless for a good thirty seconds while the people behind me grumbled and Grease Momma mockingly smiled at me like she could see straight through to the angst churning in my soul.
“Um, double stack,” I finally bah humbugged.
“Would you like our tasty lettuce and fresh tomato on that as well, good sir?”
“Nah, just the meat, honey. Why spoil it with ridiculous veggies?”
With this she perked up. “I think I can get them to make it a triple stack for you at no extra charge!”
“Grand,” I replied, “Just grand.”

So have you ever been internally conflicted?
How did you resolve your angst?
Do you eat healthy?
Do you crave a bargain?

To Blog or not to Blog, that is the question: Whether ’tis nobler in the heart to suffer the slinging of bull and the arrows of barbed comment. Or to take up keyboard against a pond of troubles, and by opposing silence them? To die: to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end the head-ache and the million natural shocks that our egos are heir to, ’tis a consummation devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to nap; to nap perchance to dream: ay, where’s the vick’s vapor rub? For in that nap of death what dreams may come a callin when we have shuffled off this mortal corkscrew, must give us a break: there’s the respect that makes calamity of so long in tooth; for who would bear the whips and scorns of the dominatrix called time, the oppressor’s wrong, the stupid man’s wont. The pangs of despised love and hunger, the law’s incompetence, the insolence of office and the spurns that patient merit of the lame takes.

Why do you write blogs?
Why do you read them?

So i’m having trouble with my RSS feed and this is a test. I plan to render my spoof poems as podcasts so this will be podcasted once i get the technical chops.