Worthless and Weak

Well, its time yet again for my bloggish activities. So, I got home today, completed my secret mission (which I will tell you about in a few days, but it must remain secret for now). Anyway, so, I'm home, and at dinner my little brother is telling my mother about the Flaming Lips, and how they're a great band and everything. His main point, if I remember correctly, was that they are "surreal." Now, that could be considered normal behavior for my little brother. But then he goes and holds up a chair above his head and says "look mom! its surreal!" Eventually, my mother tells him to put the chair down, and then he leaves. Was I worried? Nope. Should I have been worried? Definately. He comes back wearing his pants and his sweatshirt backwards, with his hood up so it covers his face. "Look, I'm surreal!" Now, that should normally be enough. Its not. He then went on for a while and started talking about how he loved having the back pockets in front, how they were so much more convienient for holding a wallet. After a while, he started talking about how pants were invented that way, and somebody somewhere switched them around, so everybody now-a-days wears pants the wrong way because we're told to. Is that frightening? Not neccesarily. There are many many weird people in this world, I just happen to be related to one. The very very scarey part is that within 10 minutes, my brother got me and my dad wearing our pants backwards.

So, I've come to a conclusion. My little brother needs an older brother in the house to set an example for him. Only a few weeks after I left for college, so that my little brother was alone, he dressed up as a Robot and made a sign that said "No more municiple complicity" He then proceeded to march around the neighborhood, until he was stopped by the police. I'm not making this. I couldn't make this up. So this year, my older brother, having just graduated from college, was with him a lot, and I guess they hung out together a lot. But now that he's gone found himself a job in California, my little brother is lost in a surreal world where nothing is real, and people wear their pants backwards.

On a closing note, you should all check out my main web page, because I'm writing about baseball now. Hooray for baseball!!!