The world is...

I know, I know. Judging by the title of this post, you're expecting me to impart some deep wisdom to you, some secret understanding of the universe. Am I right? I thought so.

Are you ready?

Fine. But first... a warning! Yay!

This self conversation is insanely long and possibly boring to your reader's mind... please bear that in mind. Now fasten your... chairs... and you may now continue. Remember to keep your hands and arms inside at all times! It's cold out there.

The world is a cutlery drawer. How's that for being profound and intuitive?

Oh don't worry readers, there's plenty of work put into this to keep you entertained for the next 5 seconds, or however long/short a time your attention span may hold out for this. So yes, I put a lot of work into this.
Or alcohol.
Yeah, I put a lot of alcohol into this.
I mean me.
I put a lot of alcohol into me. Or I want to at least. Because I'm sober as a poker faced monkey. I could probably use a drink right now with everything going on this week to stress me out. And it's not even St. Paddy's Day yet!

What was I spewing again? Ah yes... the world is a cutlery drawer. For good reason. Allow me to explain why so.

Well then, on one side of the little boxish thing that cutlery usually gets sorted into, bear with me, we have the steak knives. These people are usually the sharpest in the bunch. They know what to do when it needs doing and they just plain get things done. Go steak knives! They're good people. Next we've got ourselves the butter knives... not quite as sharp but still awesome for their own jobs. They're still useful, not perfect but useful.

Yeah yeah I know, you think this is going nowhere right? I'm getting to my point soon enough so keep your pants on. This is the kitchen not your bedroom you perv! :P

Now we have the forks... ah... good old forks. Generally blunt, but they have a few good points. Very few. They are known to be sharp on occasion but otherwise not much else to offer. For delicate work... meh... but if you need something stabbed... and possibly many times over... they're great for the job. Yay stabby!

And thus brings me to my point, if you will.

Lastly, we have the spoons. These people are not sharp. Not even remotely. They are the opposite of sharp. Like way WAY down the dullness scale.

Now, why is this important? What exactly does this have to do with me you ask? I'll tell you.

Because everyone I meet in the run of the last few days is a FREAKING SPOON!

I know smart people exist. I've heard stories.

And yet, every time I go anywhere, all I meet are spoons.

I go to work. Spoon.
I go to the mall. Spoon.
I go to a EB Games. Spoon.
I'm on my way home from anywhere and even at home. Spoon.
There's more spoons than Paris Hilton has pets.

AGAIN I'll head back onto the unbeaten path that was my point, sorry to keep heading off topic to even bother mentioning Paris Hilton... I'm sure you care more for Spears... Crap. I did it again.

Alrighty then. During the week, I headed over to the mall to check out EB Games. Good ol' EB... the gamer's haven, intelligent people, good games and lots of them. Normally. Well, I got there and saw about a billion copies (Actually just the boxes thus far), ok that's a slight exaggeration but who cares?, of a game in the case. Here I was feeling like getting a game or even just checking out the cover for purpose of deciding if I even wanted to get it now or later... I did have some cash on me at the time after all. (Go me.) To put it mildly, my words were something like this "I'd like to see the box for that copy of *** please".
Those words made sense to me.
Now... you'd think it'd be the usual role for the clerk to say "Not a problem, let me get you one!" But noooooooooooooooooo.... of course not. I instead got "Did you pre-order a copy?"
Those words... made no sense.

Robin>> No... I think I would have mentioned that don't you think?
Clerk>> I'm very sorry, miss... We're only selling copies to people who pre-ordered.
Robin>> ... You're kidding me right? It's been a little a little while to possibly give out those copies hasn't it? Not to mention the fact it's not even out for actual sale yet. I just want to see the box.
Clerk>> No. Sorry.
Robin>> Apparently, you do not understand the situation here.
Robin>> I have money.
Robin>> M-O-N-E-Y.
Robin>> I want to trade it for a game. That's how it generally works you see.
Clerk>> Miss, I understand what you're saying but...
Robin>> No, I really don't think you do.
Robin>> I want to buy something from a store.
Robin>> And looking around sorta tells me one thing. You're a store.
Robin>> And you won't let me buy something. You see... that would right there be a breakdown in our relationship and communication.
Clerk>> Please try to understand. We're trying to encourage people to pre-order. That way we can serve you better.
Robin>> You know how you could serve me better?
Robin>> You could SELL ME A GAME!
Clerk>> I'm sorry, miss.
Clerk>> We only have enough copies to fill our pre-orders.
Robin>> You have 6 million copies right behind you in that cabinet... I know they're just boxes for now but I'd like to see one.
Robin>> Who pre-ordered? Brazil? China?
Clerk>> Miss, can I help you with anything else today?
Robin>> ...
Robin>> You...
Robin>> I...
Robin>> You're a spoon. A big, fat spoonhead! YOU SPOON!
Thus... nothing bought... money saved for my move. I left that store empty handed... seems they don't like money. Who'da thunk. I spent the rest of that time WAAAAAY too deep in my musings... philosophical analysis of silverware more like. Ugh.

Anywho, that's about it for now I think... any more nonsense and I'm sure your poor brains may implode or something and I don't wish to be responsible for that. Besides, apparently I may be going to go see The Watchmen tonight with a group of friends... well two friends, two acquaintances and one who probably wants to shoot me in the ass with an air soft rifle.