Saturday, March 06, 2004
Rock on, Humpelken-Pumpelken, rock on...
I have a headache. This could be the result of a lackluster day, but I think it may have more to do with coffee. To be more specific, the lack thereof. I'm thinking that going from two and a half cups each weekday to none on the weekends might be making my brain go all screwy. It could also be the day though, since it was one of those one-little-thing-after-another days that just get under your skin. First, the weather wasn't too good. Overcast, windy, cold, typical Canadian March weather. Second, I kept thinking of things that I needed to do, and then forgot about them. When I did remember, it annoyed me. Things like laundry, procuring enough change for said laundry (which is always a problem with me), forgetting that I didn't have certain groceries (like Maple syrup), forgetting to pick up certain groceries when I went shopping (like Maple syrup), and on and on and on. On the plus side, the McCain's International Parisian pizza is really good. Gots chicken and mushrooms and this funky sauce, and it's surprisingly filling, and best of all, it actually baked properly. Usually, when I get oven-pizza, it always tends to burn on the edges and stay rather lukewarm in the middle, but this one actually did what it was supposed to. Plus, it's cheaper than takeout, which is the big one.
Bus people aren't fun
So I've actually wanted to talk about bus people for a while, but I figured I did that enough when I started. Anyways, I've been doing some social observation on the bus for a while now (I spend a lot of time on the bus going to/from work and all...) and I've found that people are almost psychotically anti-social on the bus. Now I don't consider myself to be a social person. I don't go out of my way to be outgoing, and I'm probably more than a little hermitous, but I don't take special efforts to avoid others. Bus riders do. As soon as someone walks on, the first instinct is to find an empty seat as far away from everybody else on the bus. Barring that, they'll take an empty seat. Only as a last resort will a bus rider sit next to another bus rider. This goes well beyond extreme, and I've seen people even stand right in front of an empty seat, just to avoid sitting next to someone else. Also, if an empty seat opens up anywhere, someone will get up and fill it. It is that important, and for the life of me, I don't really get why. Maybe I'm just really weird and don't think of people as being disease-filled meat bags, or maybe it's just that I put my comfort above my disdain for others.
Why the title rocks
Humpelken-Pumpelken is a superstar. For those not in the know, Humpty-Dumpty is apparantly known all across Europe in a myriad of languages. I find this interesting, because H to da Dizee was actually a king. In fact, most nursery rhymes have real-world relevancies (or at least in period) and some of them are definitely not for kids. I mean, Jack and Jill? They were having sex. Peter Pumpkin-Eater? He locked his wife in a chastity belt. Ring-around-the-Roses? That one's about the symptoms of the Great Plague, and the last line where "we all fall down" is people dying. Goosey Goosey Gander? STD. Rock-a-bye Baby? I think that one's rather self-explanatory, and it still puzzles me as to why moms sing their babies to sleep with it. It just seems... perverse.
Intarweb says hello.
I've never gotten nasal sprays. They always just seemed like pain. Now, it seems they're actually cancer in disguise. Okay, okay, maybe not cancer, but they do seem to cause a decreased sense of smell. I can't say I'm surprised though. I mean, you're blasting the inside of your sinuses with chemicals!!! Sheesh.
To all electrical engineers out there: if you ever see this, please don't tell me. It is so cool that if I found out, it would be crushing.
Somehow... I can see this happening.
Anyways, I'm running out of steam. Maybe I'll get something more rant-y going tomorrow. ¶ 7:30 p.m.
I have a headache. This could be the result of a lackluster day, but I think it may have more to do with coffee. To be more specific, the lack thereof. I'm thinking that going from two and a half cups each weekday to none on the weekends might be making my brain go all screwy. It could also be the day though, since it was one of those one-little-thing-after-another days that just get under your skin. First, the weather wasn't too good. Overcast, windy, cold, typical Canadian March weather. Second, I kept thinking of things that I needed to do, and then forgot about them. When I did remember, it annoyed me. Things like laundry, procuring enough change for said laundry (which is always a problem with me), forgetting that I didn't have certain groceries (like Maple syrup), forgetting to pick up certain groceries when I went shopping (like Maple syrup), and on and on and on. On the plus side, the McCain's International Parisian pizza is really good. Gots chicken and mushrooms and this funky sauce, and it's surprisingly filling, and best of all, it actually baked properly. Usually, when I get oven-pizza, it always tends to burn on the edges and stay rather lukewarm in the middle, but this one actually did what it was supposed to. Plus, it's cheaper than takeout, which is the big one.
Bus people aren't fun
So I've actually wanted to talk about bus people for a while, but I figured I did that enough when I started. Anyways, I've been doing some social observation on the bus for a while now (I spend a lot of time on the bus going to/from work and all...) and I've found that people are almost psychotically anti-social on the bus. Now I don't consider myself to be a social person. I don't go out of my way to be outgoing, and I'm probably more than a little hermitous, but I don't take special efforts to avoid others. Bus riders do. As soon as someone walks on, the first instinct is to find an empty seat as far away from everybody else on the bus. Barring that, they'll take an empty seat. Only as a last resort will a bus rider sit next to another bus rider. This goes well beyond extreme, and I've seen people even stand right in front of an empty seat, just to avoid sitting next to someone else. Also, if an empty seat opens up anywhere, someone will get up and fill it. It is that important, and for the life of me, I don't really get why. Maybe I'm just really weird and don't think of people as being disease-filled meat bags, or maybe it's just that I put my comfort above my disdain for others.
Why the title rocks
Humpelken-Pumpelken is a superstar. For those not in the know, Humpty-Dumpty is apparantly known all across Europe in a myriad of languages. I find this interesting, because H to da Dizee was actually a king. In fact, most nursery rhymes have real-world relevancies (or at least in period) and some of them are definitely not for kids. I mean, Jack and Jill? They were having sex. Peter Pumpkin-Eater? He locked his wife in a chastity belt. Ring-around-the-Roses? That one's about the symptoms of the Great Plague, and the last line where "we all fall down" is people dying. Goosey Goosey Gander? STD. Rock-a-bye Baby? I think that one's rather self-explanatory, and it still puzzles me as to why moms sing their babies to sleep with it. It just seems... perverse.
Intarweb says hello.
I've never gotten nasal sprays. They always just seemed like pain. Now, it seems they're actually cancer in disguise. Okay, okay, maybe not cancer, but they do seem to cause a decreased sense of smell. I can't say I'm surprised though. I mean, you're blasting the inside of your sinuses with chemicals!!! Sheesh.
To all electrical engineers out there: if you ever see this, please don't tell me. It is so cool that if I found out, it would be crushing.
Somehow... I can see this happening.
Anyways, I'm running out of steam. Maybe I'll get something more rant-y going tomorrow. ¶ 7:30 p.m.
