Not yet midnight
which means it’s still Friday, and I’m technically not about to miss a day. Still, being eleven hours late feels…weird.
I’m a bit scattered right now, so this is just going to be a free write.
Earlier today we ate at a restaurant called Cheeburger Cheeburger. It was delicious! I couldn’t help but notice that we were listening to “Cheeburger Cheeburger radio!” as we ate. It made me think of 1984 for some reason — even though we were in the restaurant, eating the food, they still had to blare their pro-cheeburger propaganda to reinforce the fact that we were enjoying the meal. I pictured a nightmarish future in which restaurant chains ruled and brand loyalty was enforced by a combination of subliminal radio advertising and brute force.
I can imagine the main character sneaking into an Applebees, then being grabbed and thrown into a dark room and interrogated. “We know our food sucks,” the muscle would say, “so why you here? You a spy?” and the main character is all, “No way, I just wanted variety.” Then a bunch of Cheeburger ninjas show up and kick the crap out of the Applebees thugs so they can rescue the main guy. They take him back to Cheeburger central, where is thrown into a dark room and interrogated.
People who make food at home are viewed with suspicion. Vegans are viewed with suspicion.
This could go to a whole new level of ridiculous when you start throwing condiments in holsters. At high noon, someone is going to get ketchup in the face.
It’s after midnight now…dang!
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