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Bandwidth and the Transitive Property of Equality

This is a pic of the Grand Central Market in Downtown LA in the 1920s. Look at second guy from the left. Doesn’t he look like he just got caught stealing something?

Everyone has a dandruff friend, someone who constantly flakes out on them. Next time that happens, give them a bottle of Head and Shoulders and see if they get it.

Where did the term “sworn enemy” come from? Is there somewhere in the world where they’re swearing-in enemies? Hand up, and hand on the Bible? Like a presidential hater inauguration?

Whenever I hear the word bandwidth, I think about a marching band full of fat tuba players.

Saw a lady making a protein shake. So this prom queen or whatever has her food ingredients in the pitcher on the blender, and yet, asks her friend next to her, “Is this thing on?” If it were on, Miss South Carolina, that shake would be all in your face and the walls. Use your head for something more than a tiara rack.

How come wheelchair/medical supplies stores don’t have a parking lot of full handicap spots with 1 or 2 regular parking spots near the door?

Pet peeve #234: When someone comes on the bus all decked out in expensive clothes carrying designer bags and such yet holds up the bus for 15 minutes because he or she is paying their bus fare in nickels.

The CC function in work email can be one of the most cowardly, throwing-someone-under-the-bus, passive-aggressive ways of communication. Although it is useful when trying to spread information or looping in a relevant party, it’s usually the electronic equivalent of sucker-punching someone in the ear and then hiding behind their grandmother when they try to hit you back.

According to Kanye, we should all be listening to the kids, bro. This happened at the VMAs last weekend. I can actually get behind his now-infamous request. Because if Wu-Tang is for the children, and we’re supposed to listen to the kids, bro, then based on the transitive property of equality that I learned in algebra class, we should all listen to Wu-Tang.

I am a firm believer in the theory that food tastes better when someone else cooks it.

Has any astronaut moon-walked on the moon yet?

Have you ever seen your roommate mate in the room?  If so, what happened?  If not, why not?