Miscellaneous Random
Nuts?
It was bound to happen. I’ve been discovered. I really shouldn’t walk around without dark glasses and my collar pulled up. But, I went to get a decaf cup of the steaming nectar of the gods and was approached by Margaret, a casting agent. She said I fit the “intelligent-looking” profile they were looking for; I can only assume she meant to say “unkempt”, “slovenly”, or “scary”. So watch for me hocking mixed nuts on TV sometime soon. I’ll be the unidentifiable one in the smiling, foam-rubber anthropomorphic brazil nut.
So long, tdeb
I’m going home early today. I get to help send off my best friend in CA. I’m not looking forward to it. This, plus other recent events make me wonder why the heck I’m still in CA at all. I can be bored/annoyed at work anywhere, and could be bored for less hours per day in just about any other part of the country.
Drip tip?
I have to aplogize to all the baristas in SF: I’m just not going to tip you anymore for a cup of drip coffee. It’s not personal, I just don’t think the act is worth it. If you exhibit a little expertise and build me a killer latte, you’ll get a very small tip, maybe 5%. It just doesn’t make sense that I pay you extra for pouring a few ounces of something that comes our of pre-measured bags. You may think I’m a jerk, but I think it’s just fair. Tipping for coffee belittles the effort made by my server at dinner who busts his/her ass for an hour keeping me and 20 other tables happy.
Robbed
Yesterday my car stereo was stolen while I was parked in the BART parking lot. The bastards didn’t even have the decency to break the window: they punched the lock with a screwdriver, ruining the lock and door panel. Doesn’t it seem insane in an age of advanced material science and mechanical engineering that my door is susceptible to the same brute-force attack that has worked for decades? Doesn’t an engineer or product manager notice this is a problem? Granted, I shouldn’t really be surprised: only in the last 2 years did someone finally design a cap to solve the “drippy, watery ketchup-stuff” problem. And that’s a problem that has been making buns soggy for eons.
Mitch hater
Sprite hates Mitch. Whether it be spilling on or around him, he ends up with a disproportionate amount of it not in a cup. The most angry form of Sprite comes from Wendy’s, with a Big Bacon Classic (in combo form). Sprite hates Mitch.
Blinkenlights
It appears electronics manufacturers are helping crack addicts straighten out their lives by giving them jobs designing bookshelf stereo systems. Sadly, none seem to be able to quite kick the pipe habit. I will never buy one of these semi-futuristic plastic monstrosities. Apparently I’m not in the target demographic since I don’t want bright orange tubing, bulbous extrusions, and a 6-inch repetative lightshow panel to go with my Jill Sobule. If ever I meet the people who do want these features, I will punch them for making most of my stereo choices look like their faux race cars.
The blue kylev needs food badly!
At 6’4″, about 200lbs., it is really hard to fill up on Cream of Wheat after getting some wisdom teeth removed.
Chocolate covered poopy?
Even at the ripe old age of 28, I still feel nervous about the possible results of grabbing a random chocolate out of a box. It’s strange that bad experiences with bizarre fillings as a youth still haunt me.
Gnaw
There is nothing more annoying than someone calling you while chewing gum.
Ow, my eyes!
I’m home for Christmas, and my sister “lives down the street from the Griswalds” (in her own words). Wow, that’s a lot of lights.
