The end.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Thursday, August 12, 2010
The crazies
"Life is wasted on ... people."
Amen.
I will never understand the eccentricities (or perhaps utter rudeness) of people. Please explain why, when I am trying to write down a phone message at the office, people rattle off the numbers in one really quick breath. "22678701984765638." Is this a race? Are they being attacked by wild dogs that will give up as soon as the telephone call is completed? I also love it when people volunteer the spelling on the easy half of their names (E-R-I-N), but don't even attempt anything for the trickier (Kollar? Kohler? Koller?) part.
I hope I'm not "one of those people" to someone out there, but I don't see how I couldn't be. I wonder what I do to annoy the gas station attendant, Safeway cashier, bank teller, or any other worker in the world. I wonder what they say to their friends about me. Would they prefer to never see my face again? That's the tough thing about living on this planet: people. There are so, so many people here... And all of us are pretty crazy.
Monday, August 9, 2010
TMI
I hate how people feel the need to share the most mundane tidbits of their lives via Facebook or Twitter. "I just walked to the store. I'm sweaty now." Um, okay, good for you. Is that really the most pressing piece of information in your head right now?
Worse than these little random chunks of info are the folks who have paragraphs posted everywhere (usually with typos). Here's a great example: "witnessed an accident on I205. F150 had blue garbage bins in it and one flew out in the fast lane and got the left front fender of a car. it was crazy seeing all the cars try not to hit the bin. I actually stopped right next to bin and pulled it off the interstate." So. Many. Details.
Why?
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Familiar landscapes
... And here I am again, after a long stretch of neglect. Did you miss me? This time I intend to stay on top of my blogging. Nobody should keep thoughts in their head for too long, especially somebody as crazed and frantic as me.
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