last night, we started watching the first season of the hbo show called big love. if you haven’t heard about it, it’s about polygamists in utah.

our first impression was one of creepiness. it’s hard to grasp such normality in foreign situations. i felt uncomfortable watching it.

then this morning, i wake up after a very long dream involving me going to scout for a potential polygamy compound. i was looking at real estate involving several housing structures on the same piece of land. i’m not sure if i was even married yet, but i sure was scouting. then ray’s mom from everybody loves raymond was there and one of the houses started to fall apart with us inside it.

part of this dream comes from our home buying situation hitting a rough patch. there is a water pipe problem that needs to get fixed and if the seller doesn’t fix it, we may not go through with the deal. why should we have to pay for stuff before we even own the house and we are already paying so much money just to own the house?

to summarize: don’t get married to multiple people if you haven’t properly scouted for the compound.

what is it about these fast food games that i love so much? i find this subway scrabble to be a lot better than mcdonald’s monopoly. i win more and the food doesn’t suck. i’ve already won 2 cookies and 2 drinks. free stuff is free stuff. i’ll take it.

when i “play” these games, i start to think about how they work and why the company uses them. it’s a good gimmick. the prizes they give away, if they even give any prizes away, are small in comparison to the amount of extra sales they make to people who think they could win. it’s like the lottery. people keep buying more to have more chances to win, but in reality, they have no chance in hell of winning anything. and the company doesn’t care about giving away some random small food items as long as people think that they can win and keep going back. not to mention that if they give away a free cookie, the person who returns to get said cookie will most likely buy another meal.

originally, i was going to have tacos. then i thought subway would be better. i like the scrabble game. i like the illusion that i might actually win something, even though i never do.

while walking through the mall, i saw a sign that said “fire it up. cool it down” and it was a weztel’s pretzel ad for their jalapeño/pepperoni pretzel and frozen lemonade. it sounded to me like something i could sink my teeth into. i found the pretzel place and ended up getting three pretzels instead of the one, because they were out of the jalapeño/pepperoni ones, so i needed to get one jalapeño one and one pepperoni one. and they were doing a buy two get one free deal, so who am i to turn down a free pretzel? i also got the cherry lemonade.

about 20 minutes later, i wished i had never even saw that sign nor that i had been persuaded by it. the pretzels were bland and barely even edible. i gave the free one away to a co-worker. he was happy. and the cherry lemonade was pure sugar. i ended up throwing everything away after consuming only about half of what i got. wasteful. but i’d rather it be in the trash than killing me.

what have we learned here? play the damn scrabble game. don’t go bonkers and buy a ton of food if you’re not sure you’re going to even like it. also, say “no” to advertising.

tomorrow, it’s house inspection time. i can’t wait and i don’t even know what’s going to happen. but it’s one step closer to living there, so i’m all for it.

it was a free day at the zoo, so naturally, we went. who’s going to turn down free animals? other people had the same idea, because it was busy. nothing like free admission to bring out the ‘tards. these people were stupid! some lady was telling her kid that the big fish in the tank was a piranha. it was actually a pacu and about 5 times bigger than a piranha. but it’s ok, because it’s closely related.

or what about the dumbass who told his child that he didn’t know rhinos peed without holding themselves? like any animal other than humans and monkeys could grab its junk in order to direct the thick, ropey stream of a golden shower. think, mcfly, think!

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