Y'know how sometimes when you're eating shelled peanuts, and every thirtieth peanut or so is just a little baby peanut, without any peanut partner in it, sort of shaped like how an apostrophe might look if it were a real thing and not a punctuation mark invented by eggheads to demonstrate possession or the omission of letters? Surely you must.
I'm always a little hesitant to pry into those little peanuts; worried they might taste yucky or crunch a little too hard and throw off my whole afternoon. Nature did its best to let me know: Hey, peanut-eater-- maybe just toss this little one over your shoulder and take another feel-around for a normal one? There's no shame in it.
Other times, you find the four-leafed clover of the peanut world: the three-nut. You put it next to your ear and give it a little rattle, then show it off to whomever's around, saying things like, "I'm the best at peanuts!" or, "The prophecy has come to pass!" and you spring from your seat and pump-fake it into the faces of passers-by, cackling as they flinch and shriek. Often, the third peanut contained within the shell is suspiciously brown and overly round, but you choke it down smugly, tasting mostly pride.
Either one of these scenarios is preferable to the dark omen of finding what appears to be a normal twin-packed peanut that contains only one nut. In medieval times, finding one of these called for entire fields to be bricked over-- in fact, some disgraced scholars believe this is how man first discovered the advantages of paved roads: less mud, no further threat from cursed peanuts.
As you can clearly see, it's been a bit of a rough week, and I've resorted to increasingly desperate measures to illustrate why round two of the Peanuts Art v. Commerce column won't post until next week. (Spoiler: the different types of peanuts listed above refer to differing verisions of the inferior versions of the article I could offer.) Rather than offer very little in the way of content on the topic, or drum up even more nonsense to try and fill out a half-finished part two, I've elected to share the following Polish movie poster for "Race for Your Life, Charlie Brown!" because it has been sitting on my computer desktop for weeks and I didn't know where else to shove it:
Photo credit: here
More like, "Charlie Drowned," am I right???
Ah, we do have fun, don't we? This is technically better than nothing, by my calculations.
Okay, next week: back to work.