I don’t get it
Nissan's new ad campaign for the Sentra involves some dude living out of it for 7 days. I had a Sentra. It was nice. I also lived out of a car once...and I can't imagine anyone wanting to do that. Of course, I highly doubt this dude is actually living out of it. And I lived in mine for more than 7 days. Oh, and I wasn't paid for doing it. Damn.
A new time waster
A while ago, there was a picture going around that had represented a crapload of bands by various images. (It was a contest actually...forget who sponsored it). This is in that same vein, only using horror movies. Find the movies It's driving me mad cause my brain likes to analyze too much instead of just figuring out the representation. I'm at 22 out of 50 right now, and it's taken me a while for that. (And I freaking love horror movies. Go figure.) *Update: I finally found all 50 last night...but jeesh. Some of those clues were damn silly.
On Google…
I came across this entry on Google's official blog: Do You "Google"? Like so many other readers, I am truly wondering if this is just an big act or if someone really has their panties in a twist about the word "google" making its way in every day conversation. (Hell, William is even telling us to google things these days.) Bottom line is if someone is using "google" synonymously for "searching on any other website", they most likely aren't the most tech savvy folks in the first place and really not something Google should be worried about. And like other people have stated, it does reflect on their street cred and throws an unflattering typical big business light on them. But hey. Won't stop me from using them. I love the Google.
Well, it worked…
Not to sound like a crazy-cat person, but I'm quite impressed with the progress Sake and Pez have made in the past few days. For awhile, I was beginning to think we'd have to accept a life of keeping the cats separate. But a few days ago, Pez was hissing noticably less and just seemed interested in Sake. So we left them out in the same room. There was some stare downs and some slight hissing but when Sake got bored and started playing by himself, Pez seemed to realize "Hey...this little shit could be kinda fun to keep around." And they've been hanging out ever since. Sure, Pez has those moments where I question if he's trying to eat Sake, or if they really are just playing. And he was visibly pissed off when Sake used his litterbox for the first time. Other than that, they're cool, which is a huge relief. Coordinating the whereabouts of the two cats at any given moment was getting to be a real pain in the ass.
Drama!
The other day, I stumbled across a site the other day that highlights the various dramas going on in the "blogosphere". Apparently, there's some major drama going on between some major "mommybloggers" and another site who has a very apparent disdain for such stuff. I have no opinion on the matter really, but sheesh...there is far more drama in the last few days than this season of Laguna Beach (that's not really saying much though...this season is pretty dull). I don't get the whole mommyblogging thing anyway. Maybe I've just known far too many crazies to be comfortable with my kids' pictures plastered everywhere.
iPod Etiquette
Margaret Mason, who also compiled a list of blog-convo starters and turn it into a book, penned (or typed, rather) an article entitled iPod Etiquette. I find most of the guidelines to be common sense (ex: don't use your iPod at weddings, funerals, and meetings) and some just too Judith Martin for my taste. But this one I found kind of amusing:
Wearing earphones is like hanging a “do not disturb” sign off your nose. Like an engrossing novel, they help you avoid interactions with annoying strangers on airplanes or subways. Unfortunately, they send the same go-away message at work.
Can I just say that some people do not realize earphones can hamper the hearing? Especially rather large headphones? I can't tell you how many times I've had my large headphones on, since a lot of my work is solitary, and someone has decided that I MUST be able to hear them over the music and the large cushiony pads. These are not earbuds. They are visible. And on my ears. Let's factor in someone not being a loud talker by any stretch of the imagination. No way in hell am I going to hear. That's why I love instant messanger programs. It allows one to discuss things without interrupting the music. (And obviously, I'm not talking major project discussions, but more like "I just crapped myself" kind of comments that really don't need any input from me.) Actually, no one's told me that before. I may just take my headphones to hear that one. So do I use my headphones as a DND sign? No. I work to music. I get in "the zone". I really have no problem talking to people. But it would be fantastic if they didn't just assume I could hear them immediately. Heck, I used to work at one place where we'd throw shit at each other to get the other person to take of their headphones. It was good times. Nerf guns galore.
Working with idiots
Working With Idiots Can Kill You Right on. Unfortunately, it originated from Weekly World News and therefore...made up. I have worked with some real idiots in the span of my 13 working years. Some have been harmless and just nice-but-not-bright folks. Then there's the stupid-and-vidictive folks, the lazy-and-stupid folks, and the stupid-and-unable-to-take-responsibility-for-anything folks. Those are the ones that cause excessive drinking or trying to find ways to get the stress out in a non-violent, non-possible-time-in-jail ways. Not harmful to health my ass. (Yeah, it's an old article. But a jpg has been making the email rounds, making it look like a real article.)
Pet Peeves
There are two things that annoy the piss out of me. The first is when person A is talking TO ME and person B decides to answer for me, even though I'm right fucking there and not incapacitated in the least bit. The second is when I'm talking to person A for a bit and out of nowhere, person B decides to jump in the conversation and answer for person A. But considering person B seems to have issues letting people speak for themselves, this really comes as no surprise. I really, really, REALLY wish I had the Brick of Silence.
Things I wish I had right now
- A wall to gently, yet repeatedly, bang my head into
- A bottle of Shaid
- A few boxes of Pocky
- A video game that involves shooting something
- An appropriate tune to play on repeat. Something catchy.
And people wonder why I don’t like elevators
Elevator that killed student overloaded There were 24 people on the elevator and the article says it was over the weight limit by 1,100 pounds. Jeezis. I don't understand folks and their need to get on a elevator right fucking now. Give me stairs anyday. Unless there's like 10 floors to go up. Then I'll just take an empty elevator.
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