back in the day: September, 2009

mr. Dylan goes to kindergarten

Saturday, September 26th, 2009

Robert Fulghum claims all he really needs to know he learned in kindergarten, Monkey Keys. I assume he means you learn how to hide your Legos behind the piano so the PM kids won’t break them down. Of course they always end up finding your stash and taking it for themselves. Maybe that was the ultimate lesson?

I learned a better lesson in second grade when I called a girl butthead for kicking me off the slide. Slander can send you to the hoosegow. That or a crying girl gets whatever she wants. Or perhaps, more generically, charisma wins over reason.

All good lessons, but interestingly, all taught by my peers. I started contemplating common lessons taught to kindergarteners by our authority figures today. They often sound good in theory, but end up a confusing mess for us later in life.

How about, ‘Don’t take candy from a stranger?’ That’s all fine and dandy until someone brings in candy and is told, ‘Don’t bring in candy unless you have enough for everyone.’ Pardon me Miss Bipolar, but I don’t know where Snotty Timmy was keeping that bag of M&Ms before he came in. For all we know it served as his personal spittoon for peanut shells and Skoal. So my head reeled with confusion until today when a young lady offers me candy on my way into work. Is this a good witch, or a bad witch? She didn’t try slipping me some poppy seeds, but she sure didn’t float in on a pink water balloon either.

I turned the candy down only to discover later she had been working for the United Way and was trying to promote the start of their campaign. In sticking with Kindergarten, I may have inadvertently doomed thousands of kids.

How about ‘Wait your turn?’ This is one that needed a caveat. Sure, it makes sense while waiting to ride the Raptor or checking out at Wal-Mart, but try it when merging onto the autobahn. Better yet, think about it while waiting behind someone else who is trying it when merging onto the autobahn. This rule has the potential to cause homicidal outbursts. What if you were in a Graduate-like situation, and Elaine is getting married off. Do you wait your turn? If you do I can guarantee Simon and Garfunkel ain’t got your back. Then you’re stuck listening to Green Day, alone, on the bus

‘Don’t talk with food in your mouth?’ Tell that to Jimmy Stewart while he’s addressing congress. You don’t talk for 23 hours nonstop without a Hot Pocket or two. What if he had followed this rule? The Boy Rangers would have been so disappointed. The very foundation of youth patriotism would have been destroyed. Why, I’d postulate the entire fabric of the country would unravel in social discord. Way to disobey Jimmy!

“Dylan, may I cut in?”

Of course, Courteous Key.

“If I could offer an observation, your arguments are flimsy at best. While every rule has moments when it would be better to disobey, the majority of the time there is a good reason to uphold them.”

What!? You would side with the teacher?

“Huh? No I was simply saying tha-“

TEACHER’S PET! TEACHER’S PET!

“Is this really necessary?”

Hey, if you love teacher so much, why dontcha MARRY her?

“I’m already happily married to Oppressive Key.”

Alright, I can see I’m preaching to those who fell along the road here. All I have to say is Robert Fulghum should rethink his theory. Kindergarten lessons? Ha! Everything I really need to know I learned from the Dukes of Hazard.

“You can’t be serious!”

Of course I am, Oppressive Key. You two make an adorable couple by the way. The Dukes taught me valuable life lessons like police can’t follow you across the county line. Every town has a fat man trying to undermine your moonshine operation. You can break as many laws as you want with no repercussion whatsoever as long as you help save the day. You have a hot cousin. Dodge Chargers have better suspension than an ocean of Tempur-Pedic® mattresses. This is compelling stuff I use every day!

“Well Dylan, all the pieces seem to be falling into place. But there is still one thing that is troubling me…”

Alright, go ahead, Inspector Clouseau Key.

“What did Jimmy Steward do during that filibuster when he had to take a pee?”

…I…well that is to say… Hmm…

so why haven’t I come back already?

Wednesday, September 16th, 2009

I’m completely disappointed in myself, Monkey Keys. There is seriously no excuse for my shoddy behavior up to this point. I can honestly say I’m ashamed, and I’m sorry to you for being so disgraceful. I can only hope I finally get my act together this year and finally travel back in time to meet myself.

I mean, seriously? It’s been two decades now, and I’ve yet to make any attempt to come back in time and give myself a jumping high-five? This is simply inexcusable. I vowed at the primal age of five to one day demonstrate time dilation to myself with an hourglass of pudding. So what’s going on, Upper Gravity Well? For your sake, Doc better have taken you on a trip to bring Deloreans back from the dead.

So let’s give me the benefit of the doubt. Maybe getting Johnny Delorean acquitted of his moon sugar charges was my doing as part of a three tiered process to save the stainless steel chariots. If that were the case, I’m sure I gave baby Dylan some sweet stock tips on my way back though the wormhole. Elder Dylan’s penmanship is pretty dodgy though. Chances are, my parents thought the acronyms and numbers were doctor’s orders to force feed me pie. Now I’m broke and addicted to rhubarb. Thanks future self.

And what’s with not bringing me any genetic enhancement chips? At the very least you could have given me super strength, or the ability to turn into horseradish. Did you think I don’t know about the horseradish famine of ’17? We could have been heroes, me!

“Dylan, calm down! You must realize the inherent dangers of time travel. One wrong Johnny Be Good and you could chaos theory yourself out of existence. In fact, what if you came back in time already, changed some minute thing, and made it so you’ll die before you can go back in time to meet yourself?” An impossibility, Henri Poincaré Key. If I came back in time, it must have always been. The very act of me going back in time has already been affected by different reality me going back in time. I’m just super bummed pre-time travel me doesn’t even get a t-shirt out of it. I’ll bet they make some sick shirts in the future; all cotton beasts without those stupid itchy tags. You would think we as a society would have transcended shirts with tags by now.

“Dylan, have you considered the possibility time travel itself is an impossibility and just will never be?” …Alright, that’s it, Chronology Protection Conjecture Key. I vow to make my first time travel destination right behind you a second before you wrote that blasphemy so I can slap the stupid out of you. You’d best get ready!

“Uh… nothing slapped me.”

Well there’s only one explanation.

“I’m right?”

Nope. Time travel me has come from a time where violence is abolished. Our people are a strong and proud breed, yet gentile as a soothing spring rain. We rule only with the love in our hearts. One day, we hope to spread this example across all galaxies and end the suffering of the universe. We are but one species. We stand alone in this endeavor, but united under the banner of a unified earth, we shall see nothing but victory!

“That’s just ridiculous. I mean, humans are inher-OUCH! Why did you slap me!?”

Oops. Guess there’s just a twenty second delay when exiting the gravity well. Say hi to me for me, and tell me I want to see me right away.

“Ok. Hey, future you brought me a tagless T.”

Oh, sweet! Did I bring me one?

“Nope. You said you could only afford one shirt in this economy.”

…I hate me.