There are so many intelligent and articulate people covering the hard-hitting
issues in our country these days, that I felt it was my duty to cover the
rather inconsequential bullshit that tends to make up the vast majority of
our lives. Actually, I'll just be griping a lot which, if you weren't aware,
doubles as a synonym for complaining, and as a descriptor for
a sharp pain in the bowels.

Monday, December 31, 2012

Snappy New Year's

Well, I haven't a surfeit of time for writing here, but that's just as well as people put together a whole mess of aggravating gobbledygook this time of year in an effort to, well, I'm not sure what really. I guess they want people to think they're good in making some sort of resolution, or want people to think they're profound or who knows the hell. It's really not a bad thing to want to improve yourself and arbitrarily selecting the day someone arbitrarily selected, since the day you start making the change is pretty arbitrary no matter what, is fine. It's the just the usual case of social media throwing it further in one's face.

Then enters the conundrum of addressing this as I'm doing and not being guilty of some of this as well as inevitably in reference I may incur some sort of differentiation of language. As can be seen, I'm not closing 2012 in any special manner, just incurring the usual circular reasoning loops.

On a related note, there's got to be some sort of (I am loving this phrase today it seems) tracking for the inverse relationship between internet posting and positive mental health. Prolific can be a problem.

Speaking of problems, I have a slight one with the new Bruno Mars song sounds exactly like a mash-up of The Police's "Roxanne" and some other Police song. Lazy research by me, yes, but lazy song creating by Mars' crew. That shit sounds exactly like a Police song. That's why you just change the station or turn the radio off. 

Considering that this blog gets a reasonable number of hits from folks googling how "deaf people are jerks/assholes," I figure I may as well recap my encounter with a blind man the other day. I'd just finished running and it was a little before eight in the morning. He said something, and I noted his stick so I went over to see if he needed help. When I asked, he responded in Spanish, so I said, "No habla Espanol," because I don't (the grammar on that is probably even wrong). To this he responded sarcastically "Parlez-vous Francais?" In spite of his sarcasm, I answered honestly with "un peu," because I do speak a little French.

This left him thoroughly confused and eventually I directed him to the bus he wished to take. I'd have walked him there and let him hold my hand if he hadn't been a jerk to me. "I ask three or four people for help, you are the first to help me," he said, but he didn't sound very grateful. He struggled mightily to interpret the direction I gave him which were only as complex as "walk one block straight, the same direction you've been walking. Then you'll cross one intersection to get the bus going west, which is to the left." He just started walking left, and I re-explained multiple times. 

Given his initial savvy joke, I didn't really know what to make of his struggles to understand my directions as far as seriousness goes. But it did make me not want to be helpful sometimes. 

Some are blind, some are deaf, some it's literal, some just to metaphorical effect. Who cares, get drunk, spend time with some friends and family. Happy New Year.  


  1. I'm surprised he didn't respond with an ode to Jules from Pulp Fiction, "English muthafucka, do you speak it?"

  2. haha, what up big win for your niners last night. i'm surprised i never noted this comment till now (i am bad at social media).

    update: saw the same dude being escorted through 6 corners just yesterday. that crafty mexican bowling ball of a man...


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