Worst Cake Ever

I brought my MP3 player along for my walk, and as I was nearing home (I put in about three and a half miles), the song “Where Do We Go Now But Nowhere?” by Nick Cave came on.
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There may be more depressing songs in the world, but I don’t think I’ve ever heard them, and I’ve heard a lot of depressing songs in my life.
Like most Nick Cave songs, “Nowhere” tells something of a story, but, again, like most Nick Cave songs, it doesn’t tell the whole story, giving us only bits and pieces of it and leaving the rest up to our imaginations.
Here’s what I’ve gleaned from the information presented in the song:
A formerly happy young couple has found their happiness shattered by the death of their child. For reasons that are unclear the woman holds the man responsible for the loss of the child. For his part, the man mourns both the death of the child and of their love, remembering the happy, beautiful young woman his wife had been before their recent tragedy.
Like I said, it’s depressing.
The story tends to jump around, and at one point we find the man in the hospital, presumably in the aftermath of whatever (Some kind of car accident?) happened to cause the child’s death.
He says to his wife:

You come for me now with a cake that you’ve made/Ravaged avenger, with a clip in your hair/Full of glass and bleach and my old razor blades/Oh where do we go now but nowhere?

I can’t help thinking that there are better ways to utilize your Betty Crocker Bake N Fill.
In any case, if you ever feel like you’re in too much of a good mood, get yourself a copy of this song. It’ll take care of that problem in a hurry.
Not much is new or exciting as of yet. As mentioned, I bought my ticket to Sin City earlier.
Beyond that I went out and did some grocery shopping. As per usual, I ended up in line behind someone who had to argue about the validity of a coupon, which resulted in a call to the manager and a delay of several minutes.
Of course, I didn’t really have any reason to be in a hurry, but that’s not really the point. If arguing with the cashier about a coupon is going to cause you to inconvenience other people, just suck it up and pay the extra fifty cents, get the hell out of the way, and take up your complaint at the damn service counter. It’s not that difficult a concept.
I stumbled across a site today that has a rather pessimistic view of the Internet. Check it out here.
The author makes some valid points, but I think that he (or she) overestimates the significance of those points.
For my part, I think that those points are all invalidated by the simple fact that I was able to make a smart-ass comment and supplement it with instant access to a picture (the Betty Crocker Bake N Fill). If providing a method for more effectively making smart-ass comments doesn’t prove that the Internet is amazing, I don’t know what else could (except for, you know, all the porn...).
In any case, I’m going to do a few things and then get started on dinner. I’m sure I’ll be back again later.