Joe Six Pack was something other than a real man.
The kind of guy who would flinch. Step aside. Protect himself
when the damsel’s distress got ugly.
Sure, he was buzzed, but also cognizant of his own mortality and I think a drink should conjure immortality.
Save that girl.
Step in front of the bullet.
Or you’re just Joe,
just plain Joe.
And a twelve pack is a bit much, ain’t it? A six pack gets you up the chair lift,
but a twelve pack will lead you astray,
a ski stuckinarut,
and off the peripheral cliff,
onto the rocks
the end of Joe.
Much too much.
A nine-pack would give you the gumption to get up the hill and then
over the lip,
through the moguls and flats, over the jump into a Steamin’ Streamin’
(daffy, tip-drop, daffy, if I recall),
then back into moguls, dips, flats, and whatever the mountain had to present.
Represent, mountain, it’s our challenge now.
So let us all call unto the brewers, the big boys and the small taps. Give us a nine pack, we ask,
or give us death – or trepidation. We need neither, but the sweet spot in between, the middle, the fiddle-de-diddle.
Let us fight the tyranny of the six and the twelve together.
I bought some Pizza Rolls for a cabin outing that did not get eaten so we brought them home. Tonight the kids had already had dinner but were still hungry so I heated them up and put them on plates and gave them to them. I went upstairs for something and came down and my eight-year-old daughter was actually facing away from the television and had just one left on her plate. I sat down next to her and she was biting into a roll and said earnestly, “Oh, my god, these things are amazing.”
Look, I know, I know that from a modern michaelpollanated parent, this was sacrilegious and in fact probably evil. The end of society. Child abuse, damn it! However, I am sorry, but she’s absolutely right! And don’t think the Pizza Roll people didn’t employ the best science in the modern world to figure that out. Fuck kale. Pizza Rolls rock.
We all have to learn to eat better, or most of us, some of us already do, and really, who likes them? But the rest of us do have to eat more veggies and fruit, control our portions, exercise more and all that. But, man, Pizza Rolls? You can bring the greatest chef known to man, who nowadays probably has a show and a line of food things to sell you, and let him or her do their absolute best – give me the tastiest, most delicious, dish you can muster, and really, Pizza Rolls will kick your ass.
I know yours is BETTER with the capital B, but Pizza Rolls are just plain amazing. And shouldn’t life be amazing – at least, occasionally?
There’s plenty of time for kale.
I’ve had my acoustic guitar for many years – possibly ten. My wife bought it for me for one Christmas and since I’ve been playing it constantly to the point where it really does feel like an extension of me. When I see it across the room I want to hold it and play it. I want to strum it and sing with it. I want to harmonize with it. I was staring at it just now and noticed the brand and realized that at any time over the last ten years if anyone would have asked what kind of guitar I had I would have only been able to say, “acoustic.” If they pressed for the brand I would have had no idea! I saw the name just now: “Cort.” It’s a Cort. My guitar is a Cort and as much as I’ve loved it, I could never have told anyone that that it was/is a Cort – and there’s probably another name as well – The X44 or The Chrysalis. It’s like not knowing the name of your wife. I feel terrible – because I never knew, and also because now I do.
Cort. No, just my guitar. I’ve never been good with names.