General: November 2004 Archives

Ever notice a lot of one type of person that you wouldn't normally see? Black people that have nothing to do with each other in a white neighbourhood. Mentally or physically handicapped people not in a group. One-armed bandits. Yesterday, I noticed no less than 15 very pregnant women. Being pregnant isn't unusual in and of itself, but noticing so many in one day is, at least for me.

I highly recommend "The Incredibles" if you haven't seen it yet. Excellent movie. Jason Lee as Syndrome and Holly Hunter as Helen Parr/Elastigirl were a nice bonus. One thing I just realized this second: the bitch-type who redeems herself towards the end (Mirage) looks just like a certain Montreal blogger that I know through Diaryland. It's spooky. If you stretch your mind a little, though not that much, you would find that her story resembles this blogger's as well. Weird.

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Rose and I just had a quickie (shut up, it's my blog). She got up to get dressed to go to work. I sat right here watching her, wearing nothing but my Black Label T-shirt (it says, "DANS LE NOIR JE DEVIENS BLACK"). She asked me why I looked so serious. I said, "How serious could I look? I'm only wearing a T-shirt, your stuff is all over my dick and it's shrinking."

How could you take anyone seriously looking like that?

Okay, maybe Mikey can help me out with this, although I don't know why he would, necessarily. When I was young, I, like most other kids, loved Saturday morning cartoons. Everything seemed super interesting. Even the commercials were interesting (except for those ads hawking Strawberry Shortcake™ and My Little Pony®). McDonald's ads were at every cartoon break. I was used to McDonald's ads; they were just part of the scene whether it was Thursday night or Sunday afternoon. But there was always something different about Saturday morning McDonald's ads on ABC. It was years before I figured it out, though.

Everyone in these ads was black.

I swear, they were the same ads, with the same dialogue and music, but every single person was black. Initially I made child-like sense of it and made some kind of conclusion about my place in the world, being black myself; I wish I remember what it was. I think it was something about how I belong, but only ion Saturday mornings. But one day I realized how strange it was, and it floored me. It was like a Bizarro McDonald's or something.

Does anyone else remember these ads? Do they still do this? I imagine that they do ads in Spanish in Florida the way we have French ads in Quebec.