don't want to be a cartoon in a cartoon graveyard Well, I went downtown to see the flugtag bullshit. You know, when they toss papier mache contraptions off a pier in the name of Red Bull. The only problem was, like 30 thousand people showed up to see this elaborate energy drink commercial. I had a great spot, standing in the shade of a tree with a great view of the actual event, and its reproduction on the JUMBOTRON. But people kept standing in front of me, in the walkway, even though the little cop-ito was yelling at them to move. Then, and this is the saddest thing of all, Juniper was smiling and talking to all the people around us, and all the people walking by, using all of her cuteness to get attention, but no one was looking at her. No one cared about the baby! She has no experience with this sort of thing. In her life, everyone within a 30 foot radius is always talking to her and paying attention to her. And, with 30 thousand people there, this should have been her day to shine. But no, no one wanted to talk to her. So she started to cry. There was no place to sit and nurse her, or to change her diaper. And, when the lady beside me told her little boy to "Shut up and watch the big TV," I decided we'd had enough, and left. We went to Saturday Market instead, where the hippies gushed about how cute the baby is and balance was restored to rhe universe. |