| Sep 01 2011 |
09/01/11
My very dear friends and loyal readers,
As grows late the hour, heralding the end of yet another day: a day remarked as different only by the ticking of the clock, and the numberon the calendar, please allow me to help usher in the first day of September.
I seem--perhaps--to have 'S.A.D.D', but in reverse, as I generally welcome the advent of autumn, and of the eventual portend of cooler weather during which I seem to relax, often lost in fond memory of times past, and in Florida, where I reside, look forward to 'jacket weather', and of the fast approaching holidays ( my favorite being, I think, Hallowe'en ! ). and of the subsequent, innocence associated with that benign holiday ( for...think of it, my friends, not of the present, but of the memories of dressing up, childlike fun and laughter, NO implied gift-giving, nor associated guilt, and, of course, chocolates, and other sweetmeats ! ).
It has--perforce--become one of my dwindling, but most pleasurable experiences is to learn something new, something that I had hitherto been completely unaware; something deliciously delightful, and a rarety for someone my age, who could, in verity, claim to have, 'seen it all'.
For, in just the past two weeks, my cousin ( and my dear friend ), brought to my attention something so bizarre, so alien, so impossible to believe, that in my unfamiliarity, caused me to laugh like an horse, loudly and longly. And, though weird, it was altogether fine, my dear readers.
It was but a single phrase that so charmingly captivated me, that further information was not only desired, but proved to be a necessity: And that word, dear friends is : "Walmartians".
And while many of you not doubt are familiar with this phenomenon, I was not. I generally avoid 'Wally World', because--despite augering lower prices, they invariably threat their employees like indentured slaves, connivingly keeping their employees hours just below that of full time, so that they will not have to provide benefits to them. Plus, I dare you to find a single thread there made in America; and I abhor their general bullying, running their competition into bankrupsty, and oblivion, only to gradually raise their prices.
I went just once, with my late mother during the holiday season, and found parking to be a nightmare; surly employees; invisable customer service, and the store is a state of shambles.
Corporately, it makes sense, but the reality of it is truly chilling.
However...as every cloud is supposed to have a silver lining, so does 'Wally World'with its 'Walmartians'. To be made familiar with them, all one has to do is to go to Google, and there, type in 'Walmartians'.
You will then be treated to a spectacle, a treat, a diversion, a true, 'theatre de grand guinole', wherein one leaves one's credulity at the door.
These'Walmartians' exist--as far as I am aware--no place else; they are late-night patrons, impossible to imagine in real life, who prowl about the place in outrageous attire, and make of the store a carnival midway, a sideshow, with sights and sounds that beggar the mind.
Where do these 'people' come from ? Why do they seem to congregate at 'Wally World' ? There, NOTHING is left to the imagination. It proves to be both a thrill and a chill combined. Every permuation of wildness is revealed. Everything goes. For these are persons one would never meet at church, at the grocery store, or, in fact, anywhere else in creation, so rare are these 'avises', that their sheer numbers amazed me; and, it is ALL great fun.
Some night when you're lonely, can't sleep for depression or despair, and feel burdened-down by the cares of the world, I urge you, dear readers, to take a deep breath, and explore the truly odd and unusual; You Tube is chock-a-block full of them, and their escapades; and I truly hope that you will find the show to be as entertaining as did I.
And, equally as grand, was the fact that--before two weeks ago--I had never even known of them. Now, in spare moments, when even pain would threaten to overwhelm, I find that they make me laugh, thus lightening the pain a little. Not that I make fun of them, as I laud their pure and undistilled nerve and sense of creativity. And, should you happen upon a video that has music...often the songs are silly, funny, and quite representative.
For, sometimes, its the things that you don't know that delight.
That's something I live for.
And so, my dear friends and readers, I would wish for you with all my heart, respite, 'pain-free' days, and nights, happiness, and...much levity.
As always, all regards, 'Zahc/Charles'
My very dear friends and loyal readers,
As grows late the hour, heralding the end of yet another day: a day remarked as different only by the ticking of the clock, and the numberon the calendar, please allow me to help usher in the first day of September.
I seem--perhaps--to have 'S.A.D.D', but in reverse, as I generally welcome the advent of autumn, and of the eventual portend of cooler weather during which I seem to relax, often lost in fond memory of times past, and in Florida, where I reside, look forward to 'jacket weather', and of the fast approaching holidays ( my favorite being, I think, Hallowe'en ! ). and of the subsequent, innocence associated with that benign holiday ( for...think of it, my friends, not of the present, but of the memories of dressing up, childlike fun and laughter, NO implied gift-giving, nor associated guilt, and, of course, chocolates, and other sweetmeats ! ).
It has--perforce--become one of my dwindling, but most pleasurable experiences is to learn something new, something that I had hitherto been completely unaware; something deliciously delightful, and a rarety for someone my age, who could, in verity, claim to have, 'seen it all'.
For, in just the past two weeks, my cousin ( and my dear friend ), brought to my attention something so bizarre, so alien, so impossible to believe, that in my unfamiliarity, caused me to laugh like an horse, loudly and longly. And, though weird, it was altogether fine, my dear readers.
It was but a single phrase that so charmingly captivated me, that further information was not only desired, but proved to be a necessity: And that word, dear friends is : "Walmartians".
And while many of you not doubt are familiar with this phenomenon, I was not. I generally avoid 'Wally World', because--despite augering lower prices, they invariably threat their employees like indentured slaves, connivingly keeping their employees hours just below that of full time, so that they will not have to provide benefits to them. Plus, I dare you to find a single thread there made in America; and I abhor their general bullying, running their competition into bankrupsty, and oblivion, only to gradually raise their prices.
I went just once, with my late mother during the holiday season, and found parking to be a nightmare; surly employees; invisable customer service, and the store is a state of shambles.
Corporately, it makes sense, but the reality of it is truly chilling.
However...as every cloud is supposed to have a silver lining, so does 'Wally World'with its 'Walmartians'. To be made familiar with them, all one has to do is to go to Google, and there, type in 'Walmartians'.
You will then be treated to a spectacle, a treat, a diversion, a true, 'theatre de grand guinole', wherein one leaves one's credulity at the door.
These'Walmartians' exist--as far as I am aware--no place else; they are late-night patrons, impossible to imagine in real life, who prowl about the place in outrageous attire, and make of the store a carnival midway, a sideshow, with sights and sounds that beggar the mind.
Where do these 'people' come from ? Why do they seem to congregate at 'Wally World' ? There, NOTHING is left to the imagination. It proves to be both a thrill and a chill combined. Every permuation of wildness is revealed. Everything goes. For these are persons one would never meet at church, at the grocery store, or, in fact, anywhere else in creation, so rare are these 'avises', that their sheer numbers amazed me; and, it is ALL great fun.
Some night when you're lonely, can't sleep for depression or despair, and feel burdened-down by the cares of the world, I urge you, dear readers, to take a deep breath, and explore the truly odd and unusual; You Tube is chock-a-block full of them, and their escapades; and I truly hope that you will find the show to be as entertaining as did I.
And, equally as grand, was the fact that--before two weeks ago--I had never even known of them. Now, in spare moments, when even pain would threaten to overwhelm, I find that they make me laugh, thus lightening the pain a little. Not that I make fun of them, as I laud their pure and undistilled nerve and sense of creativity. And, should you happen upon a video that has music...often the songs are silly, funny, and quite representative.
For, sometimes, its the things that you don't know that delight.
That's something I live for.
And so, my dear friends and readers, I would wish for you with all my heart, respite, 'pain-free' days, and nights, happiness, and...much levity.
As always, all regards, 'Zahc/Charles'
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