Not as Creative as I Thought

I was on the treadmill yesterday, jogging along in a futile attempt to transform my flabbiness into sexiness, when my mind hit upon what I thought was a GREAT little pun.

(I tend to try to distract myself when I'm jogging, because otherwise all I think about is how badly I HATE jogging. It's waaaay down on my list of favorite activities, just ahead of "trip to the dentist" and just behind "paying taxes." The frustrating thing is, I know it helps me lose weight as I try to look at least semi-decent. If I were rich, I'd just get liposuction, or I'd pay somebody to jog for me.)

Anyway, my mind, desperately trying to find something, ANYthing to focus on other than the fact that I was jogging, suddenly produced the image of a dog driving a car. And from there, it jumped to a cartoon dog driving a car, and from there it jumped to Marmaduke driving a car, and suddenly I thought of a great little pun: The Marmadukes of Hazzard.

(If you don't remember the show "The Dukes of Hazzard," just go with me here. Trust me - you're not missing a whole lot by not knowing about the show. It's not like it was great television. I mean, watching it was better than paying taxes or going to the dentist, and a WHOLE lot better than jogging, but I seriously doubt anybody has "Watching the entire Dukes of Hazzard series" on their bucket list.)

I was patting myself on the back for coming up with this little phrase, and I spent a fair amount of time the rest of the day making up the little story about two dog brothers who fight corruption and a crooked sheriff in their little county in a southern state. Suddenly it occurred to me that the phrase was just TOO perfect, and that somebody else had come up with it.

So I searched "marmadukes of hazzard" on Google, and sure enough -- a LOT of people have thought about that little juxtaposition. So now it's pointless to tell you the story. And getting back on that treadmill later is going to be harder than usual, because my mind isn't going to want to wander around distractedly. It's figuring, "What's the point? Whatever I come up with has already been thought about. Might as well focus on how much the lungs are burning."

I hate it when I'm not as creative as I think I am.

(c) 2013 John Puckett