Mickey D's

okay. So it's been too long? Um...not sure why that came out as a question. Apparently my fingers aren't warmed up at this ypting thing anymore...typing. thing...anymore. wow.

So here's a little something raond...seriously!? I just can't type at all today!

Take 3:

Something raon...danr it all.

Take 4:

I'm not going to try to say "something random" again this time. I promise.

So here's a little something...(I need a thesaurus now).

Every now and then, people will see me staring blankly out into space and they'll ask me what I'm thinking about. Usually  I'll instantly forget when that happens because my mind tends to drift about like a cliched metaphor floating on the ocean, and so I won't really know what to respond with. But every now and then those random thoughts leave a mark in my memory, so I thought I'd share one with you.

This one popped into my mind yesterday while I was driving to lunch, I think:

It's a good thing Walt Disney didn't give Mickey Mouse his own last name. "Mickey Disney." Aside from the fact that it doesn't have the same ring to it as "Mickey Mouse," think of the legal battles that would have one day been waged between Disney and McDonalds, whom many Americans have come to know as the abbreviated "Mickey D's."

Two of America's great loves, clashed against one another over a name.

Of course, this would only have really mattered 20 years ago or so, when McDonald's wasn't quite as known for being the harbinger of unhealthiness. Nowadays, they'd likely lose to the mouse hands down. But image it, back in 1983, the trial of the century. Mickey D. vs. Mickey D's. The kids at heart vs. the Fry Kids. Who knows who might have won.