Of Weathermen and Rear Side Panels

The BBQ Pit
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Perception it seems changes with age and, more accurately, life experiences.

When I was a kid, everything was soooo black and white. Right was right, wrong was wrong, and grey had not yet become a rationalized consideration.

The you get to school and some of the more worldly kids educated you to the fact that there are indeed 64 shades of thrilling, industrious grey. How yummy. How useful.

Since coming to the SDMB, many of my subsequent life experiences are now perceived in a… shall we say “tinted” fashion as well. Not darkened mind you, just tainte… err… tinted.

Case in point -

I was watching the weather forecast yesterday. The weatherman, done with verbally describing what we were in for this week, pulled his hand out of his pocket and drew a big sweeping dark ark across the map representing an approaching cold front.

Yet, in my advanced state of worldliness, what did I see?

Great big fucking Dirty Sanchez.

Here’s just a regular guy that knows about clouds yanking his wank and painting my region of the country with something very unsunshinny and it seems so… natural. Crap. What have I been loading into my mental database?

Case in point duh (or however you say two in French) -

I’m walking out from the grocery store yesterday and some pickup truck in the parking lot has mud spattered all over it’s rear quarterpanel.

In my advanced state of worldliness, what did I see?

A mental .mpeg of Billy Rubin’s prehensile rectum peering out from the back of his pants and splattering this Ford with all that is unholy as he walks past with his shopping cart. Well, maybe it should have been a Dodge.

Dang man… I think I need more Nickelodean.

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Hmm. With that title, I thought just this once I’d get to read a lieu thread that wasn’t about feces. Oh well. :wink:

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Man, you’ve got a serious fetish going on.

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Butt see, this was in actuality fecal-free.

I left out the birthday call I made last night.

“Pardon me Grandad, but do you have any grey poop on?”

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My point is this.

I think that with the amount of information provided here by knowledgable people that hail from a multitude of vocations and, in like manner, exhibit a cornicopial wealth of knowledge, the tendancy for one to find an outside experience that ties metaphorically in to something garnered here is fairly easy, if not almost predictable.

Without any biased desire, I still find myself judging the news shows, political parties, diaper dessicantibility, restaurant worth, movie choice compatibility, TMI zing and co-cummuter unworthyness I personally experience in real life against an averaged medium that’s been held acceptably PC by respondants here. Or debated accordingly.

Personally, I think it’s a good thing. I’ve found myself more tolerant, more conceeding, more aware than I ever was before.

Whether that enlightened perception came from a theological, astrophysical or poopie thread, I care not. It’s just that I’ve been made more aware and in the absence of the SDMB I miss that awareness, try to apply it to my newfound situation and patiently await a re-establishment of said (albeit cautiously judged) re-enlightment.

I, like a few others, periodically kick re-enlightmentment in the ass but, like they say, eventually all things must pass.

Go SDMB. Shock me. Smooth me.

Rah.

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Feh. My kich sends it stumbling on it’s ass and…
I swear to goodness I meant “co-commuter”. :slight_smile: