Of, relating to, or based on the intellect
We were on our third bottle of wine when Chard brought up politics. “We’re only in this situation because our leaders pander to the masa. Keep them happy, keep them ignorant.” I caught Betta’s eye; she rolled hers dramatically and took a puff from a cigar that looked much too big for her mouth. Honestly, she looked like one of those hamsters on Youtube eating a burrito. “Hey, doesn’t Betta look like a burrito-eating hamster?” I wanted to say, louder than Chard’s current diatribe against Eat Bulaga (a minstrel show for the willingly enslaved) and Ryzza Mae (a cute but malevolent mouthpiece for our poli-capitalistic overlords).
[Instead] I lifted my glass of Argentine malbec, swished, watched its inky legs drip down against the glass like spider legs. What do I look like right now? I wondered selfishly. Then, less so: what about Chard? His house had bright warm light, very nice for pictures, but we could learn a thing or two about appearances.
4/100 for #The100DayProject. Feel like I had a good thing going with the hamsters, but ruined it with the malbec. Note to self: stop being surprised when the index card runs out.