it's Fleet Week in San Francisco and everybody's favorite royal blue cherubs are currently tearing up the skies...
i'm not sure how i feel about the Blue Angels. on the one hand i'm all "it's loud, it's scary, it's like a militaristic version of peacock feathering, it scares the hell out of neighborhood dogs, i don't like it"...on the other hand i'm all "neato, big blue shiny things zipping through the sky, cooooooool!!!"...
i think it's probably 50/50.
i think it's pretty easy to say "i don't like it because it reminds me of war"...i think war veterans (civilians and soldiers alike) can say that but i don't think chai drinking San Franciscans can say that...i think saying "it reminds me of war" is faddish. all the popular kids are saying that.
i don't know, i have no point. i'm extremely ambiguous about having a point of view on this one.
in regards to the Blue Angels, Caitlin just texted me "meh"...and yeah, i'm thinking meh too...
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no shit, dude. and the show is going on over aquatic park, right where i fucking work. hearing and seeing that shit buzz right by my little office window for 5 fucking hours straight does not do my nerves any good. i fucking hate it, man. hate it! they blow!
i'm thinking meh as well. but this little marxist thinks it's still kinda nice. you know, war planes used in a non-military manner.
they are not being used in a non-military manner. They are being used in a military manner, absolutely.
thx for reminding me that i wanted a chai. my day just got 48 times better.
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