Whatahey?

That sound those of you on the East Coast heard about an hour ago was the top of my head going thru the roof of my building.

There I was, placidly watching my weekly ration of network TV (Boston Legal, if you must know) when a commercial for Fidelity Investments came on. While the announcer smoothly made his case for entrusting my millions to them, Peter Max style Yellow Submarine-ish flowers danced across the screen as Inna Gadda Da Vida played in the background.

The whipsawing cultural dissonance rose quickly to such a roar that my head exploded with little or no effort on my part.

I mean if a stoner song as incomprehensible as IGDV is being used as cultural code for taking care of business, I guess that means the Revolution is officially over.

What's next, using Where Have All the Flowers Gone in a Hummer commercial?

It seems that I am no longer a member of what passes for the dominant culture on this planet, which now that I think about it may not be such not a bad thing.

Either that, or I slipped thru the dimensional door in my sleep again. I really hate when that happens. Just don't tell me that I'm stuck back in that bizarro version of America that elected a chimpanzee as President....