Showing posts with label astute observations. Show all posts
Showing posts with label astute observations. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

I hoped and prayed

That after seeing this clip, that it would be on YouTube so that I could share it with other people. Please watch before you read the commentary. I really think it adds to the clip, but only after you've seen it.
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So at the part when she slowly walks in the house, I believe that she is thinking something along the lines of "what the hell has he done now? I will never win the Valentine's Day competition at the Feldman house."
Next, I think when you see her staring up at him while he sings his AWESOME song, she has to be thinking "of all the 80s stars I could have married, I had to pick the one that thinks he can sing."
Lastly, when she starts crying, I know that she is thinking "this is what I have to listen to for the rest of my life? Sweet Jesus, make it stop."

Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Those kind of people

I am always curious about the type of folks that whip into a handicap place without a sign of guilt...or the person that throws trash out of their car window...or the kind of person that wears a shirt that is too tight and their belly is hanging well below the equator...or the person that just ignores those "normal" behavioral limits that most humans follow. I just wonder about it on a daily basis because I would never do any of those things. How about you?

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Epiphany

Last night I was up to no good. Several of my friends and I went to a bar and then the roomie and I went to a late night dive after the bars closed. This is one of those places that you would never consider entering if you were sober and it was the glaring light of day. It also tends to attract an older crowd (mid-forties) and you can almost smell the desperation in the air. Last night I witnessed a sad scene. A woman in her late 30s or 40s who was dressed in a rather unbecoming top (very low back and she couldn't wear a bra with it and this was not someone who should let the twins out to play without lashing them down) and enough make-up to give a tranny a run for their money. She was getting her groove on and kind of stumbling around - I'm sure it was a lot sexier in her head than it actually was to witness. She also had black hearts all down her back. At first, I thought they were tattoos, but then I realized that they were drawn on with a sharpie. Upon closer inspection, someone had drawn all over her arms and back in ball point pen as well. I'm not sure if she knew it was there, but it was just sad. She let someone write on her like she was a bathroom wall. She also kept dancing on this one guy who was skeazy and it was clear that she just wanted male attention. Any male attention. After coming to this realization, I have decided that I am never going to act like that and if I have acted like that in the past I will never do it again (although I always wear a bra out on the town and I don't let people draw on me). I think women need to value themselves more and quit acting so desperate and they will attract the kind of person they really want and not some guy they met in a seedy bar.

Thursday, August 09, 2007

Apartment musings

Really, this post should be titled: apartment complex musings....I would like to discuss two oddities today.

First, there is a man that always has his door open and windows open. Sometimes in the winter he will close them, but in the summer they are always open. I just don't understand this. For those of you not in the South, we are experiencing quite the heat wave with temps topping out at above 100 degrees. He comes in and out of his apartment (sans shirt, of course) and surveys the complex. He's kind of like our version of the Ugly Naked Guy from Friends. At least he wears pants...Oh, I'm sorry, I meant jean shorts. Creepy? Why, yes.

Also, someone has taken up one of the parking places outside of my apartment with their scooter. I jokingly call it "the vespa," but it is soooo not a Vespa. It is generous to call the damn thing a scooter. My point is that it is taking up an entire parking place. I have to fight the urge to run over it every time I come home. Part of my ire is that it is taking up one of the two places that gets any sort of shade during the day. I think I will just kick it over tomorrow.

Sunday, August 05, 2007

Explain the logic of this

For the last several months I have heard a bizarre car commercial on the radio. This is not all that unusual as most of these commercials tend to be a bit theatrical, but I digress. This particular commercial advertises that they will "meet or beat" any other dealership's offer. Beyond this, if they fail to "meet or beat" a competitor's price they will give you the car.

Well, this just doesn't make any sense. Why would they not meet or beat someone else's price and then just give a car away? It is an inherently flawed offer. I want a real deal, like buy one get one or 50% off. Now that's a deal.

Tuesday, July 03, 2007

I just don't get how

Porn stars have spouses. I find myself on the eve of a holiday and no need to get up for work so I am watching a little late nigh HBO. They are featuring the Porn Movie Awards (kind of like the porn Oscars, if you will). And half the people - men and women - have thanked their husbands or wives. WTF? That just doesn't make sense to me. Why do they get married? Is it because they don't want to live in sin anymore?...um, ok. It is just bizarre to me. I guess I'm just a narrow minded prude. I mean why can't porn stars get married and have kids and create a whole porn dynasty? It sounds perfectly logical to me...and so American. Happy 4th of July, folks!

Wednesday, May 23, 2007

I've gone legit (also included - observations from the day)

My tags expired in February. I just put the new ones on today. It will be nice not having to look out for cops while driving. I have to admit having expired tags has made me a better driver.

I was driving behind a man today who deliberately ran over a squirrel. It was a startling act of cruelty.

I was on perezhilton.com and he had a clip from the Lisa 'left eye' Lopes's documentary, which includes the very moments before her death (I mean seconds). Someone is filming in the car and the video stops as the car is swerving. It is a strange feeling to seeing the moments before a person's death.

Work is going well and I believe that Summer Reading may not kill me after all. Maybe

Friday, April 20, 2007

Have you ever wondered

Why in every couple picture is the guy is on the left and the girl on the right? This is a thoroughly researched phenomenon. I looked all over myspace and saw this combination overwhelmingly....