Back in 1977, I was busy being 9, my sister was 11 and Debbie Boone had a HUGE hit called "You Light Up My Life." It was, in a word, horrible. My sister got the 45 and played it. Constantly.
That wouldn't be a problem if she didn't have the room directly next to me, a thin wall and a stereo that was placed next to that wall.
One time me and her got into one of those wonderful little arguments that siblings get into. As a result, we were sent to our rooms. That's when it got bad.
She put "You Light Up My Life" on her stereo. And she had HUGE speakers. She turned those speakers to my wall, and played the song, literally, for hours. It was such a stingingly strong memory that it is as fresh today as it ever was.
Years later, when I was 30 I brought this little episode up to my sister at one of our holiday get-togethers. And what did she do? DENIED SHE EVER DID IT! Not only that, she claimed she never even had the 45!!! I almost exploded in indignation!
Fast forward about 6 more years and I lightly bring up, along with all the other little childhood things we did, the You Light Up My Life episode. This time, my sister laughed and said she remembered playing the song continuously. But, and this is just divine, she DENIED THAT SHE DENIED IT TOOK PLACE!! Argh!
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Anyone else notice that State Farm commercials are going hard after the young/stoner market? Just recently they went with all these young hip and losery looking people who say "woah" alot and have that slacker Judd Apatow quality. Interesting to see where the companies are going. Smart I suppose.
I don't like the word "kiosk".
Why aren't violent criminals housed in prisons in Alaska? Build a huge ass one way out in the middle of nowhere and above the Arctic Circle. Go ahead, try to escape.
Southerners (and idiots on the far right wing) like to defend the South for seceding and gives them the moniker "Rebels". But, really, they're just traitors. Traitors to the Union. Traitors to freedom. Traitors to justice.
I know there's a reason for it but I cannot, without cringing, use these words in any of my writing:
dived
hanged
It just seems lazy. I know it's a sing-sang-sung situation. There's Dive-dove-dived. But that just looks wrong. Yes, it's something I tend to obsess about. But when I read a book and see that kind of thing, I squirm a little. I don't like it. Nope nope nope.
Not surprisingly, I watch alot of History Channel. One thing that irks me about their little documentaries is when some show is examining the Egyptians or Mayans or someone and the narrator will say "Even today with modern equipment, we can't do this." What? No. You're wrong. OF COURSE we could. There's NOTHING that the ancients could do that we can't. Nothing. We just don't HAVE to do it. When I see quotes like that it makes me think "ok, the person who is presenting this has no idea what the hell they're talking about." And, if they believe that, maybe they don't.
Smoking in the morning. Sometimes when I’m driving early in the morning, about 6am or so, I see other people driving and smoking in their cars. All I can think of is why? I mean, you wake up, brush teeth, shower, put on clean clothes and get into your car. Then you flush all that away by infusing your clothes and breath and hair with the smell of cigarette smoke. I know I’m more sensitive to that smell than others (the person smoking doesn’t smell it at all, I know), but why put in all that effort to just piss it away on the morning drive?
Which brings me to. . . talking on the phone early in the morning. Ok, I get that if you work a construction business or something that requires you to be on the phone for business at 6am that you might be making calls while driving (despite it being unsafe and illegal. We’ll leave that). But just normal everyday people going to their office job or wherever. I don’t get it. Is there a NEED to talk on the phone CONSTANTLY? I’m a person who doesn’t particularly enjoy talking on the phone, so maybe I’m biased, but it’s 6am. . .I think you can go the 15 minute drive to work without calling a friend or coworker just to blab. Use this time to listen to the radio, sing to yourself, or even think. Thinking is a lost art. Let’s give it a try people.
Here's how I get in trouble at work. See, my work is, everyday, swamped with extremely inefficient paperwork and minutiae. It ends up taking up so much time, there's scarcely any time for the REAL work to be done. Of course, the reason there's so many programs and sheets and clipboards filled with printouts is because people who sit in offices a)don't know what the stores are really like and b)have to justify their position. Thus, layer upon layer of flotsam.
It really is rife for mocking. So I spend a little while, write a few things, bring in a copy. . .and all hell breaks loose.
I wrote a slight exaggeration of the kind of crap we have to do and there were calls of "What's this new program?" "Where's the printout?" "When are we supposed to do this?"
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