Image hosted by

Tuesday, September 16
Lemon Scented Misery


   I did a lot of thinking about lemons today.  Maybe it was some philosophical breakthrough holding on for dear life at the rough corners of my mind or maybe it was the fact that I was sprayed in the face with lemon-scented metal polish by He Who Shall Remain Nameless.  So now  I was stuck with that horrible lemony smell.  You know that lemony skanky smell which is oftentimes used by bowling alley hags as cheap perfume.  So with my nostrils stinging I began to ponder, the lemon:

   The lemon is, according to Webster’s, “An oval or roundish fruit resembling the orange, and containing a pulp usually intensely acid.  Doesn’t that definition just make your mouth water?  As an informal definition it states: one that is unsatisfactory or defective, such as “Their new car turned out to be a lemon.”  Those who are cooks know that lemons have many other purposes such as tenderizing and adding flavor to meat.  Many other people prefer to have a tiny slice of lemon with their water, to give their water more of a flavor.  This I have found true of life as well.

   A lemon is a fruit that though not usually eaten plain (don’t worry I am an exception as well), is used quite frequently to accent ordinary food.  Maybe bad experiences are similar to lemons in that they add flavor to our otherwise bland day.  While nobody likes to go through something like failing a test (last Friday) or being sprayed in the face by a maniac, these experiences add a much needed twist.  Not to mention something to write an entire blog about.  I’m not saying we should all be lemon craving masochists, but knowing that bad experiences could just be flavoring for our day may help lesson their acidic burning pain.  So to sour a poor illustration even more I will recall this tacky quote: “When life throws you a lemon, make lemonade.” (Yes it is very painful, I will stop now).

   So in the mean time maybe I will go find some cheap cigarettes and hang out down at Oil Bowl until this awful fragrance wears off.  If I can offer one last quip; do not try the lemonade in saga; that is way to much sugar for a human being.  So until next time I will be huddled in a corner wearing my tinfoil hat and enjoying my lemon scented misery.

Posted at 01:21 am by Codepainter

Leave a Comment:


Homepage (optional)


Previous Entry Home Next Entry

Image hosted by

Rochester, MN



Today's Brew:
French Press Coffee

Lost Dogs
by: Pearl Jam

Latest Reading:
Self Esteem
     by: Matthew McKay PH.D.


Featured Article:

Last Updated:
05/10/2007 @ 10:19 PM


<< September 2003 >>
Sun Mon Tue Wed Thu Fri Sat
 01 02 03 04 05 06
07 08 09 10 11 12 13
14 15 16 17 18 19 20
21 22 23 24 25 26 27
28 29 30

Image hosted by

Forest Shadows

Image hosted by

Inner Darkness, Outer Light
Red Mage

Grammar Nazi
Other LETU Blogs

Elfin Ethicist
Vengeful Cynic

Web Laughs:
8-bit Theatre
Penny Arcade
Happy Tree Friends
Urban Dictionary

Image hosted by

"The whole reason for the new configuration was to allow you to get more in-depth with your sin (or sim as he meant to say)."
- Grammar Nazi
"In the end, I discover that I am who I always knew I was. All I learned was that I am good at confusing myself."
- C-4
"Yeah, you could probably be the next Stephen Hawking. Because if you ever do that I'm going to put you in a wheel-chair!"
- Zombie Survivalist
"Mathematics is a form of poetry, a form of poetry for a perverse people.
- Dr. William Graff in Circuits II
"All are lunatics, but he who can analyze his delusion is called a philosopher."
- Ambrose Bierce
Submitted by Heather
"Now there come's a time, in every man's life where decisions have to be made. Whether to toil, surrender or just plain piss your days away."
- Dropkick Murphys
"Two paths diverged in the wilderness. I laid down and fell asleep, and it has made all the difference"
- Codepainter
"Never trust a headache."
"You're not going crazy, you're going sane in a crazy world!"
- The Tick
"Once again your stupidity has killed us all!"
- Sealab 2021

Image hosted by

Jack Shick
Back at Base Bugs in the Software
When Nerds Attack
Dark Humor

Stalking Death
Music and the Mind
Punch Drunk Love
Lemon Scented Misery

My Apostrophe
Platoon 106
Last Remaining Light

Contact Me

If you want to be updated on this weblog Enter your email here:

rss feed