Monday, April 05, 2004
I am beaten by the fastfood commercial. Sonic has a series of commercials where they hassle the employee of "another fastfood chain" about how they don't have the drink selection that Sonic has. They act all surprised and big time the employee. Why would you hassle some greased teen trying to get movie and Mary Jane (Uncle Gary) money to blow on the weekend. It is the most ridiculous crap ever transmitted by microwave radiation. It makes me want to hammer a nail into my forehead.
Friday, April 02, 2004
This is one of those days where getting anything done at work is like not flinching when you are beheaded by an axe. I hate these days. Time passes as if you are traveling at light speed. I am going out of town this weekend and hoping that I get back home alive.
Next time you enter an elevator don't turn around and face the door. Just walk in and stare at everyone real crazy like and smile as if you are planning something. It makes people really tense. They can't help but look at the floor the whole time.
Next time you enter an elevator don't turn around and face the door. Just walk in and stare at everyone real crazy like and smile as if you are planning something. It makes people really tense. They can't help but look at the floor the whole time.
Thursday, April 01, 2004
In the natural course of a person's life they come to realize that they will not see the practical flying car. It is very similar to the realization that one will die. Completely life-shattering and hard to shelve in the mind. Oh to be like The Jetsons...
