It feels like my whole life these days is just one big Macca’s run. I live at McDonald’s. I have been spotted at a McDonald’s outlet so many times over the past few weeks that on occasions, I have been requested to take up a job as manager to the McDonald’s universe. I have had to respectfully decline each time though, for I already hold the permanent position of failing at other stuff.
So many sporting adventures just happen to end up at Macca’s these days. Lidcombe, Auburn, West Ryde, it don’t matter. I hear even that the girls team at Auburn have taken up pregame Macca’s team meetings. When they win the championship I hope they mention the inspiration in their acceptance speech. I look forward to it.
We’ve even ended up there after the oztag games nowadays. It’s insane. The actual stay varies from analysing the service provided by the checkout workers to analysing the artistic make up of Nelly’s music videos, but there are some things that stay constant, such as the soft serves and the Bayblade battles. I normally win those.
Another thing that Jeremy pointed out recently is that McDonald’s has an apostrophe in it. Some dude called Mr. McDonald (Could be Mrs. McDonald, too, I spose) owns the shop. They own the stuff you eat. They own you. Your possessions own you. He pointed this out after I noticed that Hungry Jack’s also has an apostrophe. All this time I thought it was “Hungry Jacks”, and hence describing a place where people named Jack who were hungry could go to have their appetites satiated where in fact the shop is actually the possession of a hungry Jack. A singular hungry Jack. Crazy World.
Nothing much has really happened in my life recently, and hence the lack of blogs. Once again, I’m running thin on material, and jokes at Rohan and Bryan do get old. Actually, they don’t, but whatever. I wonder how long I’ll keep blogging for, but I think every time I wonder this, my estimate reduces constantly.
Anyways, Christmas is around the corner. I love Christmas. The gift giving is so fun, and the overall good moods of everyone and happiness is awesome, but what I really, really love is the lights. I’ve always loved light. City lights, Christmas lights, the stars, any lights. I love the way they sparkle, especially against the night sky. I can stare at them forever and a day. Same way that I love fireworks. Anyways, I love Christmas and it’s coming up. I hope you all have a very nice and safe Christmas. I know that’s a bit early to wish that, but just take it as a pre-emptive strike. We should all go to Carols in the Domain or something this year.
Speaking of Christmas, turns out my family are heading down to Melbourne for about a week from Christmas onward. We’re going to go watch two days of the Boxing Day Test of the Ashes. This is just about the biggest event on the Australian sporting calendar, bar probably the Melbourne Cup. It’s every young cricketer’s dream to play in the Boxing day Test, and the next best thing after that is to be present there to watch it, so pretty keen about that.
After that is over, it is New Year’s Eve and Day. Amazing. How could one whole year have passed so quickly? Ridiculous. I remember going to the zoo last New Year’s Eve, the fireworks and then meeting that cool drunk guy on the train on the way home. And that was a year ago. Crazy.
Anyways, my battery is about to die, and I just really wanted to get something down. I’ll see you all around soon, and hopefully many more Macca’s runs before the year runs out and we hit 2011.
