Why is it that Easter, the Eed Plebnista (only you really hard core Trek fans will get that one), the holiest of holies in the Christian calendar, has the most garish decorations and accouterments? How do chicks and ducks and geese in hues so horrifically bright and garish as to make the brain squirm of its own accord commemorate one of the most horrible, and wonderful events in all creation? I just got back from Wally World, and the panoply of pastel putrescence is just breath taking. I think the wavelengths reflected off of those plush atrocities have permanently scarred my retinas. It makes me long for a crowd of Emo/Goth kids on their way to a funeral at midnight just to sooth mine eyes.
Ok, now I really, really am done for the day.
Peace out, y'all.