Excellent comment from YouTube:
"As a completely comfortable with my sexuality card carrying heterosexual I can say without fear or doubt that he was so good looking it almost hurt to look at him.
Oh yeah, the dude could sing too."
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
So I Rode The Bus....
It only took 40 mph winds to make this happen. I live along a bus route and walk or bike about a mile to work. From time to time I'll call a taxi, which might be due to inclement weather, my ass being late, or frankly... I just want someone to drive me to work.
I've ridden the bus literally thousands of times. Growing up in the 80s was not like it is now. We couldn't boss our parents around into driving us everywhere and then subjecting them to dropping us off a block away from school. Nope, if we wanted to go somewhere, or had to get to work after school, our ride was the bus.
Riding the bus isn't all it's cracked up to be nowadays. It was very different when we lived in a more polite society where civil decorum was the norm. Act up, and that driver was going to tell you to get off the bus. And for the most part, the perps did just that. Anyhow, even when we were more civil, I promised myself that one day I'd have a car and the freedom to drive myself where I pleased.
Well, I broke down and hopped on the bus after work yesterday. I'm trying to pay off some debt as you know, and the bus is cheaper than a taxi. I'll bet that my walk is one of the windiest in the entire city and you know what? I can't remember the last time that I couldn't walk home because the wind was too strong. That's a first.
But... the bus wasn't so bad.
I'll remember that when it's purple toe weather.
I've ridden the bus literally thousands of times. Growing up in the 80s was not like it is now. We couldn't boss our parents around into driving us everywhere and then subjecting them to dropping us off a block away from school. Nope, if we wanted to go somewhere, or had to get to work after school, our ride was the bus.
Riding the bus isn't all it's cracked up to be nowadays. It was very different when we lived in a more polite society where civil decorum was the norm. Act up, and that driver was going to tell you to get off the bus. And for the most part, the perps did just that. Anyhow, even when we were more civil, I promised myself that one day I'd have a car and the freedom to drive myself where I pleased.
Well, I broke down and hopped on the bus after work yesterday. I'm trying to pay off some debt as you know, and the bus is cheaper than a taxi. I'll bet that my walk is one of the windiest in the entire city and you know what? I can't remember the last time that I couldn't walk home because the wind was too strong. That's a first.
But... the bus wasn't so bad.
I'll remember that when it's purple toe weather.
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Curse You, Computer!
Have you ever thought about how much time you spend on the computer each day? Between work and social media, blogging, facebook, checking crap, and let's throw texting in there.... I'm willing to bet it's close to 75% of your waking hours. It's a bet, but I'll bet it's embarassingly close.
I'll state for the record that I'm tired of spending time on the computer. Before computers, we didn't spend all of our time in front of a typewriter, right? We sat down, did our work, and got on to the next thing. When the paper was read, we set it down, gave it to someone else, or wrapped it around a fish or two. In my unscientific opinion, I think our brains worked a lot better back then.
Sitting in front of a computer, checking one thing after another (sometimes updated, sometimes not), is damning oneself to an eternal, unproductive, boring present. Nothing is accomplished after those three hours of staring at your screen, throwing a rock into Lake Facebook, and hoping the fish jump at this non-culinary nugget. The watching, lurking, waiting.... throwing odd terms out there...all while getting tangled up in the weeds of google. I hate it.
But I don't hate the mini-notebook, that wonderful pocket-sized invention that allows us to track calories, make lists, jot down ideas in the middle of the night, and yes....log our time. Try logging how you spend all of your online time. Date, time, duration, and the sites you hit, and whether or not it had any value to you. The results of this experiment are sickening, in my opinion. And to think that we have generations among us who have never known it to be any different. Really.
I'll state for the record that I'm tired of spending time on the computer. Before computers, we didn't spend all of our time in front of a typewriter, right? We sat down, did our work, and got on to the next thing. When the paper was read, we set it down, gave it to someone else, or wrapped it around a fish or two. In my unscientific opinion, I think our brains worked a lot better back then.
Sitting in front of a computer, checking one thing after another (sometimes updated, sometimes not), is damning oneself to an eternal, unproductive, boring present. Nothing is accomplished after those three hours of staring at your screen, throwing a rock into Lake Facebook, and hoping the fish jump at this non-culinary nugget. The watching, lurking, waiting.... throwing odd terms out there...all while getting tangled up in the weeds of google. I hate it.
But I don't hate the mini-notebook, that wonderful pocket-sized invention that allows us to track calories, make lists, jot down ideas in the middle of the night, and yes....log our time. Try logging how you spend all of your online time. Date, time, duration, and the sites you hit, and whether or not it had any value to you. The results of this experiment are sickening, in my opinion. And to think that we have generations among us who have never known it to be any different. Really.
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