saving ghouls with comedy

yeah, that's ghouls n' ghosts; and yeah, me and my friend beat it yesterday.

i mean, what group of twenty-something year olds wouldn't keep their x-box on for nearly 24 hours so that their progress in the game would be saved while they slept? then call each other the next day, anxiously ready to get back into it?

yeah. damn right.

good morning, reeds. it's 11am on my mom's birthday (happy birthday, mom!), and welcome to another installment of tiny damaged notions.

last night at 2am, we showed ben franklin what's up by turning our clocks back an hour--putting an end to daylight saving time. that's right, everyone, it's daylight saving time. no "s." even though "learn-a-little saturday" is over, this wikipedia snippet is worth posting:

DST was first mentioned, in 1784, by Benjamin Franklin in a letter to the editors of the Journal of Paris.[1] However, as the article was humorous it is not clear whether Franklin was seriously proposing that the French adopt it, or simply that people should get up and go to bed earlier.
(wikipedia.com, "http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daylight_saving_time")

go ahead, debate the validity of the information due to it being from wikipedia. sure, it could be someone who just wrote in a bunch of crazy-crap and no one wants to disprove it. but i bring it up for another reason: specifically, if true, that second sentence there.

benjamin franklin is generally thought of as being the father of daylight saving time, and he could have been kidding? i wonder what things would exist in this world if i were as socially acclaimed as he, and my jokes turned into real-life events.

we'd have instituted an extra day after sunday where i don't have to work.
although, in general, i'd probably never have to work.
america would distribute jetpacks and hoverboards to all its citizens.
bagel stores would never be allowed to close, or stop serving egg sandwiches.

look at all those good ideas just waiting to come to fruition!

in other news, i'll be seeing these two funny men perform tonight at irving plaza. this means i'll be driving into manhattan. for those reeds out there who've never had the privilege of doing such, imagine a toy store during christmas time. every aisle is packed, and you're being thrusted around the store in a giant line of people. lots of people are angry, and yelling at one another. others are disrupting the traffic flow and blindly walking in front of you, or just generally stopping for no good reason at all. then, by the time you get to the area where the toy you were looking for is in(for this comparison, that'll be a parking spot), you'll notice that all of them have been taken. you walk around the section waiting for the sales clerk to periodically bring a new box out, but you're never in the right place at the right time, and the supply, once again, runs dry. eventually you get one, check out (that'll be doing whatever the hell you came into manhattan to do), and then leave--stating "i'll never do that again!"

but you do.

see? sounds fun doesn't it? still beats paying $19 for a round-trip train ticket.

that's all for now. i'm off to participate in some sort of birthday-goodness. all you reeds keep it hot on the streets.