Wednesday, July 06, 2005
I'd like to thank the (burrrppp....) Academy and Alexi's Chilidogs
Recently, the lovely and gracious Mrs Sivana and I were meandering back to the lair after watching an awards show.
But this isn't about that.
As usual, the show ran long and we were on the road rather late. I was in the mood for a little smackerel of something and everything was closed other than the (in-)convenience stores. And I think I've had my allotment of microwave bricks (see: Dogs in Space) for three lifetimes.
We passed a coney shop, closed for the evening. Sigh.....
Then I got an idea. An awful idea. I got a wonderful, awful idea.
I would open an all-nite coney shop downtown. Amongst all the gin joints and cliquey nightclubs. I would open an outdoor all-nite coney shop and from 1:30 Am to 3 AM (the bars close at 2 AM 'round this way) would have a two for one special. Nay! A three for one special!!
The drunks would flock in and eat too much processed meat with greasy chili and either at home or on the way home would have a "technicolor yawn"!
If I really wanted, I could justify doing this. As a business, I'd be keeping the economy moving, paying employees and taxes. I'd be helping the wandering drunks purge the excess alcohol from their systems all that much quicker (alcohol IS a poison). And homeless animals would get a warm meal..... As long as the purging was outdoors.
But honestly, the real reason..... the one that appeals to the evil, little goth that resides my my heart.....
I'd be getting paid to make drunks puke. Something I might even considering doing for free, if money weren't an issue.
Recently, the lovely and gracious Mrs Sivana and I were meandering back to the lair after watching an awards show.
But this isn't about that.
As usual, the show ran long and we were on the road rather late. I was in the mood for a little smackerel of something and everything was closed other than the (in-)convenience stores. And I think I've had my allotment of microwave bricks (see: Dogs in Space) for three lifetimes.
We passed a coney shop, closed for the evening. Sigh.....
Then I got an idea. An awful idea. I got a wonderful, awful idea.
I would open an all-nite coney shop downtown. Amongst all the gin joints and cliquey nightclubs. I would open an outdoor all-nite coney shop and from 1:30 Am to 3 AM (the bars close at 2 AM 'round this way) would have a two for one special. Nay! A three for one special!!
The drunks would flock in and eat too much processed meat with greasy chili and either at home or on the way home would have a "technicolor yawn"!
If I really wanted, I could justify doing this. As a business, I'd be keeping the economy moving, paying employees and taxes. I'd be helping the wandering drunks purge the excess alcohol from their systems all that much quicker (alcohol IS a poison). And homeless animals would get a warm meal..... As long as the purging was outdoors.
But honestly, the real reason..... the one that appeals to the evil, little goth that resides my my heart.....
I'd be getting paid to make drunks puke. Something I might even considering doing for free, if money weren't an issue.
# posted by Alexi Sivana : 1:28 PM
