I thought I didn’t care

Ooops. I was wrong again. I thought that I really didn’t care much about how blogs are laid out. All this messing about with themes and picking colours and playing with widgets is kind of fun but I figured it all amounted to exactly one hill of beans - not the magic kind that grow into a beanstalk leading to someplace cool where ones bones might get ground to make calcium rich bread but the kind that aren’t worth anything much ’cause they’re kinda hard and have splatterings of green paint on them.

It turns out I do care. Yesterday, I attempted to surf wordpress. It annoyed me. Today I did a little surfing when things appeared to be working but now they don’t again and so I’m annoyed. I have zillions of things sitting in my RSS waiting to be read. Sometimes I just read them there but right now I’m feeling totally annoyed by the whole formatting thing so I’m not reading them in RSS. What if I feel inspired to comment? Then I’ll have to go to wordpress and post my comment and feel annoyed. Since feeling annoyed isn’t my favourite feeling, I’m not.

Instead, I’m changing the topic completely. Today, on my way home from the bus stop, I noticed a porn shop (right next to the playground - gotta love those zoning laws). I read the sign on the front of the shop and felt somewhat confused. The sign said, “DVDs, Mags, Toys: Buy, Rent, Trade.” I’m fairly clear on the meanings of each of the words. The DVDs are doubtless DVDs containing movies of the genre advertised: XXX. The ‘Mags’ are almost certainly magazines again featuring material from the same genre. I suspect that they are not fancy hubcaps. My curiosity was not so great as to go into the store to check. For one thing, I don’t want fancy hubcaps. For another, I don’t want a bunch of magazines of that genre. The word ‘toys’ could be confusing but I’m pretty sure I know what they meant. They don’t mean Lego. I suspect they mean a number of smallish motorized objects that are a bit like an electric toothbrush and some sorts of full sized versions of dolls.

The thing I don’t understand is connecting the word ‘trade’ and the word ‘toys’ in that context. Maybe they didn’t mean trading toys. However, it did amuse me. I thought of someone walking into the shop and saying they wanted to trade in their old butt plug for a shiny new one. That made me laugh both because the phrase ‘butt plug’ makes me laugh and because the idea of someone else buying a slightly used butt plug is completely disgusting.