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Deeply Tacky
Mar. 11th, 2011 12:57 pmYou know those love triangle scenarios where the protagonist is presented with a quandary? Their romantic rival is in peril and only the protagonist can help. Will they put aside their jealousy or even bid goodbye to their romantic hopes in order to do the right thing?
The Mister may be wrestling with such a quandary even as I write this. I have this vintage electric clock, you see. I picked it up for $2 at a yard sale about 12 years ago. Its case is molded out amber-tinted clear craft resin in which bits of abalone shell and crumpled bits of gold foil have been forever entombed. It's completely tacky. I adore it. In addition to being visually challenging, the clock's plug-in electric movement grinds and mutters. At least it did until the local power plant was shut down this morning; now it grinds no more. The Mister is not fond of this clock, but he's its last, best hope.
The power plant was shut down due to the tsunami threat of course. I am boggled by what has happened in Japan. Our own off-shore faults are so active and numerous that when the phone lines started ringing with automated tsunami warnings at 5:30 this morning, I had no inkling. (How will the growing number of people with only cell phones be notified? Perhaps by the sirens and roadblocks.)
The Mister may be wrestling with such a quandary even as I write this. I have this vintage electric clock, you see. I picked it up for $2 at a yard sale about 12 years ago. Its case is molded out amber-tinted clear craft resin in which bits of abalone shell and crumpled bits of gold foil have been forever entombed. It's completely tacky. I adore it. In addition to being visually challenging, the clock's plug-in electric movement grinds and mutters. At least it did until the local power plant was shut down this morning; now it grinds no more. The Mister is not fond of this clock, but he's its last, best hope.
The power plant was shut down due to the tsunami threat of course. I am boggled by what has happened in Japan. Our own off-shore faults are so active and numerous that when the phone lines started ringing with automated tsunami warnings at 5:30 this morning, I had no inkling. (How will the growing number of people with only cell phones be notified? Perhaps by the sirens and roadblocks.)
