While I was out today, I observed the strangest thing. Well, it’s not really that strange, but it’s not something I haven’t seen in this country so far. I saw people WORKING on a new parking lot ON A SATURDAY.
The concept of removing a bunch of trees to enlarge a parking space seems quite, evil. But I guess it’s a necessity. The big deal here, for me anyway, was I’ve never seen this type of work going on on weekends (and nights and holidays and so on), when they are SUPPOSED TO, so they minimize inconvenience to everybody else. All that I have experienced here is all sorts of major things going on at peak times, and everyone getting irritated in the process. Why? Because people who work on everything need breaks and holidays at the same time.
Notice the clear ambiguity with regards to the exact location where the said “evil” events related to clearing “good” trees is happening. It’s, I think, a consequence of this new fad? that I’ve been reading up on at slashdot. People getting sued, fired and all that for saying “not entirely nice” things on their blogs? I assumed no one a) reads b) cares c) takes them seriously, except the poster.
I have a pretty good idea who does what at the rest of my site, but when it comes to the blog, I have very little information. (Being that it exists, quite sneakily, on a different server). And it’s scary I might just say something that offends someone who’s in a position to do something about it? Hmm, strangeness.
(Note to self: Consider non “intrusive and irritating” sign up options or related things to restrict who reads entries. At least for certain “special” ones that could get you screwed.)
And yes, it’s official; I have managed to lose my only functioning pair of glasses. Evidently, I am stupider and more forgetful than I would like to be. I have been forgetting/losing/missing loads of stuff during the past few weeks. And I’m sure the list is actually a lot larger than I think it is.
Like a couple of days ago, I missed this appearance by Mike Reiss (of producing “The Simpsons” fame) down at central. I really wanted to go. I love that show. But then again, doesn’t everybody?
It’s fun to make fun of things (and people who know me realize my personal favorite target is me). It’s even more fun when society is what’s being made fun of. It’s even more fun when it’s a TV show that doesn’t give a damn about being all nice and PC doing it. There are many that are very good, and have brought me to near tear (while laughing) states doing this. South Park, Family Guy, Futurama, … to name a few. But nothing comes close to the Simpsons. I don’t know of an episode I’ve missed.
So, what I guess I am trying to say is, if it means so much to me, I shouldn’t “just forget” things like this. (However, in my defense, I wasn’t near my computer for quite a while before this that evening. Or my trusty evo would have definitely let me know. I just know she would.)
I have this strange feeling all of this general (even more than usual, over the top) absent mindedness has something to do with some dietary changes which I have effected in the near recent past. Borrowing concepts everyone already knows, but now sounding cool because super hero types in leather jackets are articulating it, it’s all causality. There is no escaping it.
And I’ve, over the past few days done everything I can to be ready for the impending release of Matrix:Revolutions. I’ve seen both the previous movies. Read up on some of the comics based on the Matrix. Seen all the Animatrix episodes, TWICE, and know how some of them fit into the grand story line.
Interestingly (well, not really), I’ve gotten to know a little bit about Japanese manga and anime in general. Even more of a surprise (to me), one of the most awesome action/scifi/robot cartoon series of all time, the Transformers, was anime. And there’s this Peter Cheung who’s magically involved with the Transformers, the Rugrats! and responsible for an Animatrix episode.
I will stop there. I need a life. I guess I better not say no to the get together while catching up on this year’s “Treehouse of Horror” Simpsons’ episodes at Sarah’s place.
Hey, it’s a start.
And totally unrelated, is it just me or are “salt and vinegar” flavoured chips the worst kind of chip, ever. Or even better (worse?), the worst food thought up by man? And why are the shelves in my kitchen filled with bags of it? And why is there nothing else?