HUMOROUS HUMAN HOMER J. SIMPSON

I was watching the Simpson's the other night and as Homer was doing something ridiculous, yet hilarious and cruel, I realized something. The score for a television show and especially a movie is so very important for so many reasons. Not only does it act as a bridge for different scenes but it totally forces the viewer to react and feel the emotion intended by the action. Without the synthetic symphonic string sections of scene six, we would be lost and might not even understand the story (no matter how simple it may be). What other things do we take for granted that, we realize only when they're gone just how important they were to our normal, functioning everyday life? Fresh air. Yes, obviously. Something less obvious yet still so very obvious that, when we think of it we can't believe how obvious it really is. Of course. A car. When one drives one's own car for quite a while and then stops driving one's own car for quite a while then, for quite a while afterwards, one will find it hard to adapt to not driving one's own car when one wants to get around, on their own - for quite a while. Especially if you move to the city from the county where, as a kid, you spent some whole entire days cruising through the concessions. And the only time you've ever utilized city transit was once in your life, when you were 11 years old and you and your school friends from Leamington went to the University of Windsor library to do the most extensive research of your life (up to that point), but the library was too complicated and daunting to figure out, so you just took the bus back to where your mother was picking you up at. Another big difference between driving in the county and not in the city, is that 98% of bikers in the city bike because they have to get somewhere, whereas in the county 98% of bikers bike for enjoyment (stats do not include Chicanos). So, needless to say, having to start riding the bus after having never rode the bus, except once almost twenty years earlier (wow, it really was almost that long ago) can be as equally complicated and daunting as a giant library to a group of elementary kids, not to mention inconvenient, time consuming and bussin' it costs money y'all. (I understand that its not as expensive, and is much better for the environment than driving one's own car, but added up on top of the other rules of engagement involved (eg. dealing with, 'bus people,' always needing correct change, waiting for bus drivers while they're pulled over at Tim Horton's for a coffee break, etc.) - it just ain't worth it y'all (I'm imitating Ellen Degeneres here, not Britney Spears). No street signs or street paint would be chaotic. But if one doesn't drive one's own car, then one's own bike (or bike loaned from one's own girlfriend) can easily be rode on the sidewalk- safely peddling away from smoldering wreckage and street carnage. (Even though technically, its illegal to ride your bike on the sidewalk, I think.) No, it probably wouldn't be that bad. Commuters would just have to be very cautious and attentive as they drive super slow with their windows down peering for paths through unmarked intersections and single giant lane freeways. It would only make sense then, that elderly people will have to teach the new driving schools adapted for our new no single sign in sight society. Every new driver would have to learn sign language. In order to pass their driving test. A job. Yeah sure, but you can get used to that being gone rather quickly and jobs these days are so passe. I really can't think of anymore. I'm sure there's tonnes or maybe none. Everything I said earlier might not have made sense and/or was a complete waste of mine and all of yours, I mean your time. Ha. Who's to say what is important to... wait. Garbage men. Yes, Garbage men. When they're gone, you notice (and smell and kind of taste) and when they're not you don't - but should. If you don't believe me, I'll gladly accompany you on a lovely mid day downtown stroll as we gaze upon the ever growing stacked and steamin' alley "non-art" - as they would have called it in Europe in the sixties. It's a never ending larger scale showing of John and Yoko's, "people wriggling silently in the sack" exhibit, which for some reason, they loved so much and deemed effective (I'm not so sure though) in helping spread their message of peace and love. (Yes, I know, I've used a couple of John and Yoko references lately, but I'm reading his biography so, "Fuck off you cheeky bugger!") Yes. We miss things when they're gone, because we're human. And we don't notice and appreciate things when they're there, because we're human. And we have feelings, feelings that are a crazy thing, barely controllable at times and and other times unrecognizable as if experiencing them for the first time. Humans.