What can, under certain circumstances, seem a rather sensible idea, can often turn out to be a horribly ill-advised venture. Often it takes time or another's perspective to see the forest for the trees.
In the case of the Miller Lite Superbowl XXVII Brew Bucket turned Crappy Silk Flower Vase, I'd like to think that not too much time would need to pass for this to be recognized as potentially less-than-desirable decor for a Thai Restaurant a stones-throw from the Capitol Buildings.
Given that Super Bowl 27 was played on January 1st, 1992, I'm surprised that no ones really given it that much thought in the past 14 years, especially considering it's place of prominence in the restaurant. This vase would not have lasted 11 minutes in any household of any family member I can think of (despite my finding it charming in some ways, Robin wouldn't stand for it, and would likely vaporize it just to ensure I couldn't dig it out of the trash). And yet, there it stands, unchanged, with over 14 +/- years of prominence and prestige. Some mistakes can take a long time to recognize, it seems.
Fortunately, most mistakes are not allowed, or are simply incapable, of limping along for well over a decade (with the exception of Celine Dion, who is now pushing 45, i think...). Through even greater bumbling, ineptitude, or sheer karmic retribution, these fatefully bad decisions and actions eventually implode unto themselves with nova-esque greatness yielding smoldering carcases of miscarried deeds. Typically, if you're near enough to hear one, they generally sound like a loud sucking noise followed by a crisp *pop* as all of the BS implodes unto itself. This violent implosion brings to form a twinkling shiny new star the size of a peanut. This baby star of turdinal resin, as dense as the individual's brain from whence the seedling thought once came, this product of a fatefully bad decision or action, shines a very special light.
Actually, it's more like a laser pointer.
(sadly, given it's basic construction, cats aren't too fond of this particularly poopy laser....they generally try to bury it,or kick it as far away as possible.) The light that emanates from our star of frightful foolishness shines a merciless light revealing the horrible truth of the initial foolhardiness of the task undertaken that set this universe into being. The light that shines shows clear as day how it could all have been so easily avoided had the least bit of consideration been employed, as opposed to foolhardy retardation in its stead.
This light, naturally, points backward.
Hmm, i've forgotten how to get where I was going with this, and even i'm starting to choke on the sheer abundance of this verbal diarrhea.The short version is:
Robin, I'm sorry.
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