Tuesday, July 25, 2006

 

Cell Phones

A little informal survey taken during the last few days I've driven to work shows that at any given time, roughly 50% of all drivers on the road will be using a cell phone. Furthermore, 90% of all my road rage stems from other people merging into my space on the highway while talking on the phone.

Get off the phone. Idiot.

On a related note, I was pulling into my neighborhood when an unfamiliar sight greeted me as I made the turn onto the main street into my subdivision. It was a guy on a horse. There is a farm that abuts our development, but they haven't had horses in years. As I got closer, I could see that the rider was talking on his cell phone.

 

Class reunion epilogue

Quite simply the best time I've had for a long time. It was just like those old high school parties except without the curfews and fake ID's. Can't wait for the 25th.

Wednesday, July 19, 2006

 

Class reunion

My 20th high school class reunion is in 3 days. Does that make me old? (yes.)

I attended my 10th reunion and it was interesting, the dynamics of the people who were there. People who were a bit wallflower-ish in school and went on to become highly successful in their chosen fields reverted back to their shyness when put back into that pool of peers. It was also interesting how most of those who showed up are the ones who left town soon after graduation and never came back. Most of the ones who stayed in town didn't show up. The third thing that struck me was the number of really thin classmates there were at the 10th. You just know they crash-dieted and worked out to get into reunion shape. I, for one, promptly gained 15 lbs. my froshman year of college and never looked back. We'll see how they look now after they've been married for a while and have a few kids. Not that I'll take any pleasure from that, but it'll be nice to be on somewhat equal physical footing with everybody else. (ha.)

Thursday, July 13, 2006

 

Mr. Language* Pet Peeve of the Day

"Safety Deposit Box"

I'll admit the english language is not always the most intuitive. In this case, it's a simple use of words to describe the object's function.

It's a box. People deposit things into it. It is kept in the bank's safe.

It's a Safe Deposit Box.

*apologies to Dave Barry

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

 

Sweet tooth

I'm not much of a candy bar guy, but I've found one that's pretty near the legal equivalent of crack cocaine:

I'm partial to the crispity, crunchity, peanut-buttery Butterfinger. The only problem is that the stratified, hard peanut butter layer tends to stick in my teeth and I'm spending the next 20 minutes trying to clean it out of the pits of my molars. Well, the good people at Nestle have somehow found a way to improve a great thing with the introduction of the Butterfinger Crisp. It's the same chocolate and peanut butter, but it has 4 or 5 layers of wafer between the hard peanut butter layers. This simple addition not only prevents the PB from sticking, but it also gives the candy a crispness that is a joy to consume. It's my new vice.


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