So I listen to a classical music station as I fall asleep. I am considering writing to my Congressman that a law be passed that no music be played after 11pm that contains martial themes, atonal modernism, long loud horn sections, and of course, drums.
My stat counter is showing over 13,000 hits to this blog. Hubba-hubba is overjoyed! I'm considering lowering his time spent refreshing this page over and over again to only twenty minutes a day.
The other day, Mr. Personality was making up different lyrics to the "Bob the Builder" theme song, in which he basically inserted an antonym or opposite description for every line. "Can he fix it?" was answered with, "No he can't!" Instead of "Time to get busy, such a lot to do" it was "He's really tired and wants to lay down." Ahhh, wordplay is such fun.
My sister was at a snooty store recently, and wanted to be put on the mailing list. As the salesgirl was typing my sister's address in the computer, she asked, "And your apartment number..?" Implying of course, that my sister was not the type to have the money to shop at this establishment. Little did she know that my sister could probably buy her sorry butt twenty times over.
I am thinking that I am only going to use Google for internet searches, since they were the only ones with the balls to stand up to the feds. And look, they won! All the other search engines just put their tails in between their legs and gave up the goods without as much as a whimper.
It wasn't until the time I recently spent with my 17 year old cousin did I realize the extent of cellphone texting. She would be sitting on the chair, and I assumed she was in some sort of contemplative state. But in fact, she was texting her boyfriend. Same thing at the mall, one second she was active and engaged, the next standing like a statue in the middle of racks. Texting. I looked around and suddenly my eyes opened up to the billions of teens texting every second of the day. Be afraid.