August 26, 2011

Three things I hate to see coming my way


#3:  Minor neurological damage is likely from prolonged exposure to the loud and obnoxious jingle played over and over again:

Mr Softee Ice Cream Truck




#2:  Moderate property damage is possible, including lost roof shingles, shattered window panes, and disappearance of unsecured outdoor furniture:   

Hurricane Irene




#1:  Catastrophic damage to one's aesthetic standards is nearly certain.  Shattered faith in the future of serious music is highly probable.  After-effects may last for months, and may include such typical signs of post-traumatic stress disorder as bouts of nausea, recurrent nightmares, and panic attacks:






5 comments:

laybl said...

Hollywood, several years ago, caught on to the implicit horror of the "sweet bells jangled" to suggest the malignant presence of evil. The same effect felt when we see a circus clown. If mankind survived "That's Amore", and "There's a Pawnshop on the Corner of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania", there is nothing to fear...

RonanM said...

I always wanted to decorate an ice-cream van with a huge picture of a man in black leather, including a hood, emblazoned with the sign Mr QUICK WHIP, and a subtitle "It's not about ice cream"

Boom said...

Ronan,

Then it would not be the neighborhood kids running with excitement toward your truck, but all those Desperate Housewives!
:))

Boom said...

Blogger laybl said...

>> Hollywood, several years ago, caught on to the implicit horror of the "sweet bells jangled" to suggest the malignant presence of evil.<<

Laybl,
Late last night it occurred to me that it would feel most eerie to hear Mr Softee's jingle approaching my street in the dark along with the hurricane's howling winds...

sasha said...

Ha ha nice banter..