I Am The Cheese

Countries should get companies to advertise on their flags.
I’d bet some countries could pay off their debts quickly and painlessly with the right sponsor.
Countries seem to take their flags a bit too seriously anyway.
It’s just a bit of cloth.

The apple symbol or Colonel Sanders would look quite nice on the Canadian flag.

South Korea’s flag already looks like the Pepsi symbol.

The U.S. flag could have 63 corporate sponsors (they have a big debt). One in each star and thirteen for the stripes. Stripe sponsors would have to pay more: stripes are bigger.

Maybe some of the richest countries don’t need sponsors, but they could change their flags anyway. I’m sure an ad executive somewhere could come up with something better than stripes, triangles, crosses, stars, circles, or moons.

Advertising is everywhere anyway, why not make it work in your favour?

At work I usually do a tour with some students of all the cubbie holes and hidden areas, of the building I work in, as a follow up to reading the story, “A Secret Room”.
We go into the storage area under the stairs, examine cupboards that look like part of the wall, and look behind doors that don’t get used very often.

There is a large crawl space under my room.
The entrance is under my desk.
The cement cover reminds me of the tunnel entrance in “The Great Escape”: the one that was in the barrack’s shower.

I move my desk, lift the lid, and let the kids have a look.

I tell them, this is where I put badly behaved students.

The kids usually look at me, stick their heads in the hole again, look at me again, and nervously smile.

I usually don’t have any behavioural problems from them for at least 5 minutes.

When someone starts talking about things like blood cells, DNA, or ganglia; I always say that I don’t have any of them.
Then I start talking about something important like my new socks.

When people ask me for directions, I tell them “You can’t get there from here“.
Usually the look on their faces makes me feel a little sorry for them; so I tell them where the airport is.

When I was young, I was a lot shorter than I am now.

When other people talk to me and I don’t hear what they say, I usually answer with:
I like dogs, but I can’t eat a whole one!

When someone says they really like chocolate cake, I usually ask,
Do you know what’s better than chocolate cake?
and then answer: 2 chocolate cakes!!!
I use this question and answer routine for most things.
It’s really annoying.

When people show me something they bought at a dollar store,
I always ask how much it was.

I’m not usually too interested in anything I classify as touchy feely.

I’m a cynic.

But I’m interested/curious about things that purge or cleanses the body: ear cleaning, facial and body scrubs, and body detoxification.

I’ve tried the first 2 and would like to try the 3rd.

A friend of mine went to Kamalaya Spa on Koh Samui in Thailand a few years ago and raves about it. One week of body detoxification left him lighter, healthier, and full on energy.

There are enemas involved.
I’m not into those, but if that’s what it takes then so be it.

I’d like to see what extra stuff I’ve been packing around inside of me all these years.

Maybe I’d find that penny I swallowed as a kid.
Maybe I’d find my gullibility, naivity, or sense of wonder. I haven’t seen those for a while.
Maybe I could get rid of my jadedness, cynicism, or that broken heart I think I’m still carrying around.

It would be interesting.

I think afterwards I would celebrate with a big steak and a bunch of beer!