Recently, my own brother enlightened me to the true spirit of 'The Greatest Summer Ever.'
Jack and I, while going through our latest plunder from the comic shop, were conversing with Alec on the technicalities of GTA Vice City. At this point in the game, Alec was piloting a police helicopter through the city, and bumping into various skyscrapers and power lines along the way.
As I questioned him, he became quite aggrivated. See, I was wondering about the durability of the helicopter, and how it could continuously bump into buildings without crashing or exploding. Alec, on the other hand, knew almost instinctually from experience that the helicopters have a certain durability much in the same way that the cars in the game do.
It was at the climax of the discussion, then, that Alec was finally able to explain the reasoning behind this. As he so aptly put it, "God, Andy, there are rules. This isn't 'Walker, Texas Ranger' here!"
Suddenly, my eyes were opened. I saw that the world is as subjective as it's supposed programer. Whether that be a wrathful deity with the kickboxing fury of Chuck Norris, or a more forgiving hand with the voice of Ray Liotta, we create our own structure of the way things are.
And who's to say one is better than another? When we voice notions of what makes our own Greatest Summer so great, are we each not equally desrving of praise?
That, my friends, is the true spirit of The Greatest Summer Ever. That each and every one of us will experience this summer in a very unique Greatest Ever sort of way.
So, I invite you all to sit back. To think about the way you'll be spending The Greatest Summer Ever. To reflect on whether you are instantaneously combustible, or whether you take a good beating before you crash and burn.
You've been sitting at that front desk with nothing to do for too, too long.
Posted by: Jack at June 10, 2004 6:26 PM