2004sep18. We’re officially starting Hawaiian Product Week a day early because everyone’s on the phone going like “Hey, Cardhouse man, when is Hawaiian Product Week going to start up because like” and then there’s another call and I’m like “hold on” and the next call is like “Are you going to start HPW anytime soon ‘cause my gramamaw is in the hospital and visiting hours are --” and then I’m off answering all the dings from my IM program and then the cellphone and answering machine go off and then the intercom and then the refrigerator communicator device rings and it’s the stove and it’s all like “Hawaiian Product Week” and I’m like “I know, I know, Mr. Stove! Please cram it. All y’all.”
I love this. That composition reminds me of those old vending machines that would offer you some sort of brown slurry – the machine was labelled “coffee” – and you’d always have the hot chocolate option, and the big photo would always be sun-bleached and would show some cinnamon sticks stacked right next to the cup o’ hot chocolate and you’d be like “cinnamon sticks ... right. Is this even chocolate?” And you’d start rocking it back and forth because back then we didn’t have signs to warn us that we could be crushed to death by this simple, sustenance-giving machine and the liquid would shoot all over the place and the ice and wooooo what fun we had back then, huh? Not like now.