A smattering of observations about day to day life. I rank each in one of two categories: Yay or Nay. Why? Well, to entertain you, of course. Well, let's not overpromise. How about "to temporarily alleviate your boredom?" That's something I think I can live up to. Anyway, let's get started...
Nay to the garbage chute at my apartment building which is just a *little* too small to take a pizza box without me having to put a significant bend in it. This makes my life just slightly harder. Yeah, I know, life is tough.
Nay to Laguna Beach on MTV. Is it real reality TV? Is it fake reality TV? Will that one girl get together with her crush even though he hooked up with that other girl who was on the rebound after breaking up with that other guy? I don't know, but I'm ready for America to end now.
Yay to the rotation of Hispanic men that speak on a cellphone right in front of one of the entrances to my apartment complex. It's never more than two Hispanic teen males at a time, and it's never the same guys. They must have an agreed to a schedule because I would think that sometimes I would see 3 or 4 and sometimes 0, but it's a pretty constant 1-2. Are they all talking to the same poeple? Are they organizing the aforementioned schedule? Only Cingular/Verizon/T-Mobile knows for sure!
Nay to the dude that owns the the elevated, extended cab, extended bed F-350 and parks it in the parking garage where I live. Way to go, dude. You took a look at that vehicle as it sat on the dealer lot and you said, "Yep, that truck is plenty long and plenty wide, but I wish there was some way to get this vehicle bigger." Then you had a stroke of genius, consisting of two letters and a single syllable. Up. And up this truck went. You found giant tires, four of them, and all that other nonsense needed to fit them to your truck. Rising fuel prices caused by increased demand without a comparable increase in refining capability didn't even phase you for a second. You gladly signed on to paying 4 bucks a gallon to drive your monster machine down the same highly engineered and maintained interstates as everyone else. And so what if you managed to get your vehicle so high that it can't fit under the car port anymore? And so what if your vehicle is so long that it doesn't even come close to fitting in a spot, causing people to have to swerve around it so only one vehicle at a time can pass by? It matters not. The bottom line is that *nobody* drives a bigger vehicle to their software developer job than you. And that's all that matters.
Nay to California milk. I'm sure you folks all love it out here and I'm guessing it won't kill me, but someone should really tell you that your milk (regardless of brand) has an aftertaste. Actually, it gives you the aftertaste during the actual taste, which while sounding impossible, is nonetheless true.
Yay to 80 degrees in the middle of October :)
Ok, that's all you get for now...
5 comments:
thanks for the update on your everyday joys and frustrations. i can't help but notice that the "nay"s far outweigh the "yay"s in cali.... could someone be missing illinois? yeah, look who's jealous of cornfields and 50 degree weather now sucka!
(i realize that this is a far stretch, but it makes me feel better about myself and the midwest) :)
Muy bien, the_dude. I think this should be a returning post, but we should rename it according to the motif. Something like "Quick Cuts", maybe.
>>Up.<<
Creative excellence.
Hey, it was 80 degrees F here on Friday...must have been even warmer down state...go Illinois!
T-Rae
the_dude,
the commercials say that happy milk comes from happy cows, and happy cows come from California. Are you telling me that the TV is lying to me?
>> "Yay to 80 degrees in the middle of October :)" grossly outweighs any Nays you IL folk could find.<<
Yeah, great, you can still wear your tube-top out on friday night, but at what cost? You also have to pay for invading Mexicans' healthcare and Sierra Club's Gaia worship everytime you shell out 10 bucks for more Propel.
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