A couple months ago I saw a guy jacking off while riding a bike down a busy highway.
Yesterday, I found a page from a nudie mag, smeared with some kinda fluid, lying on the floor of a bus shelter.
Today, I saw a girl with a hula hoop riding the bus.
I also lent a cell phone to a drunkard who couldn't stop complimenting my clothing style (what clothing style?).
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
On Choosing
What's your erection selection?
I remember discussing someone's homosexuality with them and saying, "Hey, it's your choice." They were horrified and immediately argued it.
We all come in different shades of bisexuality. We can't help but be drawn to the people we're attracted to. However, it's how we choose to act on these impulses that really creates difference. Many anti-gay peeps will say that a homosexual man or woman should should choose to lead a normal life despite their gay tendencies.
Look at each person you're attracted to individually. Their gender is a part of who they are, but that shouldn't be the ultimate characteristic that prevents you from falling in love with them.
Choose to ignore what a person's gender is. Instead, look at the more important things: love, respect, generosity...
Thursday, November 6, 2008
After Work
Absorption is the key to surviving winter.
This cappuccino in my hand? It means nothing.
"I feel nothing
I crave nothing,"
says a soulless, sexless alloy,
bare for all the memes to see.
Pure pursuit of dust-ridden knowledge
and crayon-ridden creativity.
Lethargic curiosity drips off the corners of the bus shelter.
Once home, I'll be absorbed by the couch.
Existence hijacked.
This cappuccino in my hand? It means nothing.
"I feel nothing
I crave nothing,"
says a soulless, sexless alloy,
bare for all the memes to see.
Pure pursuit of dust-ridden knowledge
and crayon-ridden creativity.
Lethargic curiosity drips off the corners of the bus shelter.
Once home, I'll be absorbed by the couch.
Existence hijacked.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Terrible
I'm not a coffee snob, but I know the basics for making a good cup. I've been disappointed by baristas far too many times recently...
Yesterday, I went for dinner at a restaurant on campus. I asked for a coffee and was handed one in a see-through mug (so I could see how weak it was). It was fair trade, though, so I felt pretty good for buying it. When I noticed there was no cream/sugar station, I asked for milk in my coffee. The girl went to the espresso bar, pulled out a steaming pitcher of god knows what from some mystery shelf in the corner, and poured the liquid in. I could see the separation of the heavy milk and the light coffee and cringed, but accepted my fate and drank the stuff.
Today, at the Starbucks on campus (a licensed store), I ordered a personal Tall Nonfat No-Whip Mocha (I was in the mood for sugar, okay??). As I waited at the drink counter, I watched not one but two people from behind me get their drinks first. The barista seemed more interested in chatting with her coworkers than doing her job, and her inattentiveness led her to allow her espresso to die before putting it in the drinks. All I can say is that I'm glad I wasn't the one who ordered the Tall Latte. If that was my drink, I would have demanded that she re-make it. I don't pay high prices for improperly made drinks. Thankfully, mine turned out okay - maybe it was my incessant staring that made her want to make the thing properly?
It was also odd because the girl re-steamed milk. As someone who used to work at a licensed store, I know that you're supposed to be following Starbucks standards, and these folks weren't.
I don't know if I've mentioned this on here yet, but I'm finally working at a real Starbucks. The benefits pwn Safeway's tenfold. I'm very, very happy.
Yesterday, I went for dinner at a restaurant on campus. I asked for a coffee and was handed one in a see-through mug (so I could see how weak it was). It was fair trade, though, so I felt pretty good for buying it. When I noticed there was no cream/sugar station, I asked for milk in my coffee. The girl went to the espresso bar, pulled out a steaming pitcher of god knows what from some mystery shelf in the corner, and poured the liquid in. I could see the separation of the heavy milk and the light coffee and cringed, but accepted my fate and drank the stuff.
Today, at the Starbucks on campus (a licensed store), I ordered a personal Tall Nonfat No-Whip Mocha (I was in the mood for sugar, okay??). As I waited at the drink counter, I watched not one but two people from behind me get their drinks first. The barista seemed more interested in chatting with her coworkers than doing her job, and her inattentiveness led her to allow her espresso to die before putting it in the drinks. All I can say is that I'm glad I wasn't the one who ordered the Tall Latte. If that was my drink, I would have demanded that she re-make it. I don't pay high prices for improperly made drinks. Thankfully, mine turned out okay - maybe it was my incessant staring that made her want to make the thing properly?
It was also odd because the girl re-steamed milk. As someone who used to work at a licensed store, I know that you're supposed to be following Starbucks standards, and these folks weren't.
I don't know if I've mentioned this on here yet, but I'm finally working at a real Starbucks. The benefits pwn Safeway's tenfold. I'm very, very happy.
Friday, September 19, 2008
Let's create a new word...
Auto-respect. It's the kind of respect that you give someone that you don't know a lot about who is respected by others.
For instance, when you stumble across someone on Youtube with over 1000 subscribers. Automatic respect. Or when someone with over 1000 lurve points answers a question on Fluther. Automatic respect.
Often, auto-respect leads to exponentially increasing respect. There is, however, a time at which there is no one new to give said respect. This will be called the respect cap.
Auto-respect can also be defined as "the kind of respect that makes it seem impossible for an unpopular Internet user to ever surpass their piddly 46 subscriber count or 240 lurve point count".
Not that anyone is counting.
For instance, when you stumble across someone on Youtube with over 1000 subscribers. Automatic respect. Or when someone with over 1000 lurve points answers a question on Fluther. Automatic respect.
Often, auto-respect leads to exponentially increasing respect. There is, however, a time at which there is no one new to give said respect. This will be called the respect cap.
Auto-respect can also be defined as "the kind of respect that makes it seem impossible for an unpopular Internet user to ever surpass their piddly 46 subscriber count or 240 lurve point count".
Not that anyone is counting.
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