Malkovich Malkovich Malkovich
Greetings loyal readers,
It's been a while since I've told a story about my rookie adventures in this fine industry of ours. It's probably going to be a while longer too, since this post is really more of a convoluted philosophical observation than an interesting coherent narrative. Don't worry though, I'll work in some jokes in about pyromania or checkerboards to keep things punchy (you scoff, but let me tell you, I can tell a checkerboard joke like no other).
So, to begin my story, I was watching footage of a video-game tournament in Korea (shut up guys, my girlfriend had work all weekend and I really didn't feel like doing my taxes. I promise I did like 20 manly things afterwards, including, but not limited to: push-ups, fighting a guy I didn't like and building a shelf) and in the audience, which was about the size of a full large movie theater, many people had those BamBam sticks, happily clacking them together, cheering for the camera, generally expressing their excitement for televised video-game competition.
I don't think they were actually BamBams, as they didn't have the little fins on the top and bottom edges, but I don't know what else to call them. Inflatable noisemaker balloon sticks? Clappa-doodles? Blammo-rods? I can see myself moving off topic here. Let's readjust.
The point that as soon as I saw the BamBam-esque devices, my first thought was, "Huh. I wonder if BamBams sells to distributors in Korea. I wonder if it's a big market for them, or is there a Bizarro BamBams in Korea that sells to that country?"
My next thought was "Man, it's the weekend and you're trying your best to be irresponsible, all eatin' candy and watching video games. Why are you thinking about work in a way that‘s not, ‘Man, I‘m glad I‘m not at work?'"