Randomness III
“Dude, the Olive Garden has the BEST fettuccine alfredo. Its amazing.”
Olive Garden
I heard this on the street while walking back to my apartment last night. I almost stopped in my tracks to see who could have uttered such a thing. I cannot tell you the depths of my hatred for Olive Garden, I despise everything about that place. The food sucks, they charge way too much and their commercials are the absolute worst.
Do they really think that some kid giving a double-donger helping of bread sticks to his uncle is going to sell pasta (C’mon, that whole scene is awkwardly phallic, or am I just weird)? I went out with some chick and on our first date she mentioned that her favorite restaurant was the Olive Garden – ultimate boner-deflator. How could they possibly do well selling shitty pasta at $15 a plate? Even talking about Olive Garden sickens me… lets watch the “Dr. Zeaus” clip from the Simpsons to cleanse our palette.
Moon
Speaking of space travel, I was watching Moon, a movie about a man who lives on the (you guessed it) Moon in the near future, and it dawned on me that there have not been any good “realistic” space travel movies lately. In fact the last one that I can remember is Apollo 13. Anytime space travel is on the big screen it is some fantastical world that has no similarities to our own. Compare that to “realistic” war movies which are released all the time, that entertain by depicting war in all of its heroically gruesome detail. Why is that? It was refreshing to watch a depiction of what life would be like in the near future with a focus on space travel.
I think it comes down to American culture today and breaking these 2 genres down to their base elements. It is not war vs space but rather fear vs. wonder. Fear is winning right now. As a country we have so many resources that we are pushing towards destruction when those same jobs and resources could be working for a better future for everyone instead. So that brings us back to my original point, instead of ramming another depressing real life war movie drama down my throat make a compelling movie about space exploration that will give people a sense for what COULD be possible in the future. I’m thinking of something that stretches the limits of what we are doing today but is still plausible. Putting the possibility in people’s heads that we can be elsewhere in our solar system gaining something instead of just beating the shit out of each other in some jungle or desert could help things a lot.
Exe’s
So here is a question for all of my readers. If you know that someone had hooked up with someone that you were interested in dating, would you still be interested in dating them? I guess for me it would matter how much I liked the person in mind and how close I was to the friend who fucked them. I would err on the side of not dating the fuckee because I feel like my buddy would always have something over on me. Not in a literal sense because a real friend would never put that kind of thing back in your face but more the metaphorical sense that your friend would be thinking about how they fucked your girlfriend everytime they saw her.
This comes up because one of my buddies went out on a date that he dubbed as his best date ever. Then at the end of him relating his date story to me I intimated that I had hooked up with this chick and he was absolutely crestfallen (yes, I am a dick, what of it?). Anyways, I think it would have been a deal breaker for him and most likely something like that would be a deal breaker for me.
How do you feel about taking a helping of sloppy seconds?
first off – I think I have been to Olive Garden once in my entire life. I feel sorry for people who live in area’s where that is considered “fine dining.”
as for “sloppy seconds”, here is a true story.
A few years back when I was single and making bad decisions on a daily basis, I went to a bingo night with a friend and this dude that she had slept with the night before.
I ended up going home with the dude that night.
My friend and I laughed pretty damn hard about it but, luckily, since neither of us wanted to actually date him, all was well in the universe.
So pretty much if it’s just sex, sloppy seconds are a-ok. It’s the pesky “relationship” stuff that complicates things.
@Hails – All’s well that ends well and now you and your friend are “Eskimo Sisters” – which coincidentally is my favorite new euphemism from 2009.