I lied my face off
Well, it's official (again). I am dreading the winter weather. I think I've lived out my harsh winter quota for my life thus far. It is time to move westward! (and southward!) Two more fatal winter blows, and I am outtie. Wow, two seems like a lot. Hmm. Not sure how I feel about that. Not sure how I feel about how fast this next year and half is going to go. Not sure how I feel about a lot of things, actually.
But I am sure about how I feel about sidewalks. Now, I'm not the nicest person I've ever met, I'll admit it. But when it comes to sharing a sidewalk, I find myself bending over backwards for dirty rotten strangers! It's not hard to share a sidewalk if each person moves ever-so-slightly to their prospective sides. It's NOT hard. Jesus, have some manners. Is sidewalk sharing the new handshake?? Are people trying to prove their social status by "standing their ground?" The one who moves is the weaker party? Is that it? Huh? HUH?! It's not a fucking CONTEST, people! Goddamn Nazis. I'll show you sidewalk sharing. I can play your stupid little game. Next time someone tries to walk by me on the sidewalk I'm just going to full-out tackle them.
On a lighter and less abrasive note, I have come across a curious picture. It's of my parents when they were in college. (hey, that's my age! wow, Mr. Narrator, sir!) Anyway, the reason I bring it up is because everyone's always telling me how much I look like my mom. And I think I might have been told ONCE that I looked like my dad, but most people shake their heads, "no.. nope, you're definitely a clone of your mom." Well, I'm totally here to prove those people wrong. It's not that I don't like looking like my mom, but I am in no way her "clone." In fact, I think I am a pretty solid mix of the two.
Case in point:
First off, my mom kinda looks like Marsha Brady, and my dad kinda looks like Mick Jagger.
Kind of weird to think of what they could produce.
The result:
Not the best photo, but.... you get the idea.
So, there you have it, kids. Proof that my mom didn't have me by immaculate conception. I'm as mixed as a mix can be. So lay off the "you're a clone" comments.
Now, back to work.
QUOTE OF THE DAY:
GanglyWhiteBoy: show a picture of you doing activity X as a kiddo then the same or similar thing when you were 19
GanglyWhiteBoy: like, you pointing at a horse as a child
GanglyWhiteBoy: and then you stabbing a hobo in the throat as a 20 something
GanglyWhiteBoy: cause / effect
But I am sure about how I feel about sidewalks. Now, I'm not the nicest person I've ever met, I'll admit it. But when it comes to sharing a sidewalk, I find myself bending over backwards for dirty rotten strangers! It's not hard to share a sidewalk if each person moves ever-so-slightly to their prospective sides. It's NOT hard. Jesus, have some manners. Is sidewalk sharing the new handshake?? Are people trying to prove their social status by "standing their ground?" The one who moves is the weaker party? Is that it? Huh? HUH?! It's not a fucking CONTEST, people! Goddamn Nazis. I'll show you sidewalk sharing. I can play your stupid little game. Next time someone tries to walk by me on the sidewalk I'm just going to full-out tackle them.
On a lighter and less abrasive note, I have come across a curious picture. It's of my parents when they were in college. (hey, that's my age! wow, Mr. Narrator, sir!) Anyway, the reason I bring it up is because everyone's always telling me how much I look like my mom. And I think I might have been told ONCE that I looked like my dad, but most people shake their heads, "no.. nope, you're definitely a clone of your mom." Well, I'm totally here to prove those people wrong. It's not that I don't like looking like my mom, but I am in no way her "clone." In fact, I think I am a pretty solid mix of the two.
Case in point:
First off, my mom kinda looks like Marsha Brady, and my dad kinda looks like Mick Jagger.
Kind of weird to think of what they could produce.
The result:
Not the best photo, but.... you get the idea.
Mom: Color of eyes, teeth, cheekbones, skin, hair, general aura, intuition.
Dad: Shape of eyes, nose (the feminine version...), laugh lines, lips, ability to tan, fashion sense.
So, there you have it, kids. Proof that my mom didn't have me by immaculate conception. I'm as mixed as a mix can be. So lay off the "you're a clone" comments.
Now, back to work.
QUOTE OF THE DAY:
GanglyWhiteBoy: show a picture of you doing activity X as a kiddo then the same or similar thing when you were 19
GanglyWhiteBoy: like, you pointing at a horse as a child
GanglyWhiteBoy: and then you stabbing a hobo in the throat as a 20 something
GanglyWhiteBoy: cause / effect
posted by C Killian at 9:59 AM
2 Comments:
You got a couch out here if you wanna vacation away from the snow.
It's been 85 and sunny all week. I'm walking around in a t-shirt and sandals. I felt like I should have gone to the beach over the weekend. Could have done some sunbathing.
Stepping off the plane in Chi-town for turkey day is going to be a brick in the face for me.
Speaking of sidewalk "classism" - i've noticed that trend in the UK. It seems everyone is afraid of the curb area, and are desperate to be as far in as possible. High class = farther inside the sidewalk. Its weird I know, but based on physical appearance it seems to hold true....
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