Well, I'll Be God Damned

I followed the instructions and now I can post remotely. Which is good, because, very often, these vexations are fleeting. That, and my recall is not what it used to be.

If the truth be known this morning, I'm a little miffed that the technology worked just as advertised. I was sort of looking forward to starting my day by getting all aggro about something. I'm facilitating by having some french press coffee on an empty stomach, which usually gives me the jitters and makes me a wee bit nervous. Anything could set me off.

Now Hear This

I have lived in the same apartment for over six years now and I've gotten used to the sounds of my neighbors and their comings and goings. What I haven't become accustomed to are the new guys across the hall and their habit of door slamming. It wouldn't be so bad if they were fighting and one of them was making a point by angrily slamming the door behind him as he flung himself down the stairs in a fit of despair. No. They just slam the door whenever they enter or leave their apartment. What is that? I tend to think it's attention-getting. And, one of them got my attention, alright, when I opened my door, scowled at him and then slammed it. I just don't get people, most of the time.

(As an aside, these are the same two guys that had US Postal stamps made with a photo of themselves. Who knew? Next thing you know, they'll adopt an Asian baby.)

Whistle A Happy Tune

You know how when someone, with whom you are in close proximity, sings or hums a song that then stays with you until you hear something that will distract you from it?

Well, I just got treated to a steaming pile of "Hot Blooded."

You folks, enjoy.

Day Two

Well, it turns out that my disposition may have very little to do with my decision to be sober for three days - I mean - three months. I'll leave it to your imagination, but let's just say it has to do with hormones and, perhaps, moon cycles.

That does not mean, however, that I wasn't presented with an opportunity to see something as unsatisfactory: graffiti. It just really pisses me off that some little pukes can't think of anything better to do than to take a can of spray paint and make some nonsensical, yet permanent, markings on someone's private property. Mostly, it insults my sense of propriety that the graffiti in this town sucks. At least in LA and New York, they make art out of it.

So, if there are any of those aforementioned idiot pukes reading this - just stop it right now. Get yourselves into an art program at the local community college and do something with your lives. Come back and graffiti when you've got some talent. You little pinheads are making me mad.

Here's One With Which I Think We Can All Agree

How about product packaging these days? I'm talking about things like, oh, I don't know, a set of headphones, a light bulb, a cd, etc. It's like the manufacturers are protecting state secrets or something. For crying out loud, why do I need to take an Exacto knife and a blow torch to something in order to use it?

And, As Long As I'm At It

You know, it just struck me that my mother does something that slightly irritates me. She does this thing where she will spell out the name of someone, as if to confirm that she can still spell, or something. She made a point of spelling "Cardwell" last week. "That's C-A-R-D-W-E-L-L?" It's not as if it's a foreign sounding name. I guess it could have started with a K.

Let's Just Start With This

I can't fucking seem to add a photograph to my posts. I can add a video stream, but I don't want to do that. I wanted to add a picture of the word "BEER" to my last post and I can't seem TO MAKE IT WORK. Under normal circumstances, I would take a deep breath, smile and accept that now is just not the right time for the word "BEER," but tonight, it makes me want to spit nails. Hard. At someone.

So, there you have it. I'm a peach, alright.

Post Script: Plainly, I was able to figure out how to post the beer photo (a very complicated technical task whereby I restarted my computer and then followed the usual procedure), but I wanted to leave the above post as is, in order that you all might sense my level of crazy.