Parking

I am a slave to a parking meter. It gets hungry every two hours and I hate it.

When I started feeding the beast at 7:00am, I had this dream that I kept getting parking tickets for $58.16. I don't know what this means, and I am also rapidly running out of quarters. Parking in the District is no fun.

The Washington Post Post

This is something I saw on Tuesday's Washington Post, page A10:

Menthol Cigarettes Harder to Give Up
Smokers of menthol cigarettes find it harder to quit than those smoking other cigarettes, researchers said yesterday, perhaps explaining why African Americans suffer disproportionately from smoking-related ailments.

I don't know why it took me so long to post this, I guess I had a lot of other things that I needed to be doing, but I just think this is absolutely rediculous. For one thing, I am pretty amazed that something like that can get published today.

That's pretty much all I'm going to say about that. Just read the paragraph and contemplate.

The Dead Bird Post

See, I told you.

Anyways, today I was having lunch outside Cosi (in truth, I had bought a Potbelly's sandwich and ate it outside Cosi...so sue me Potbelly's outside is under construction) when the weirdest thing happened to me. A bird fell right out of the sky about two feet in front of me and hit the ground with a dull thwack. The bird appeared to try to lift its wing, but then it just died.

It was very depressing.

The oddest part was that nobody noticed. There were people sitting around me, and I think that though they may have heard the bird hit the ground, they either didn't realize what it was or didn't care. Nobody on the sidewalk noticed either, and just naturally walked around it.

There was one guy that noticed it. He was on a cell phone and glanced down at the bird--probably by happenstance, and quickly did a double take. Is this something people see so often that they become desensitized to it? Oh look, there's another dead bird on the street. Ok. That's all I'm writing on this.

Marcy's Playground

Just something I thought of while looking at other people's music:

Why is Sex and Candy the only song by Marcy's Playground that anyone has?

Package Services, you are what the French call Les Incompetens.

So I stole the title of this post from a GW Facebook group. And most likely spelled Incompetens wrong. What of it?

Oh Package Services, you never cease to amaze me with your ability to suck.

This well-oiled machine might be the biggest example of bureaucratic rediculousness ever.
Example 1: The new system they have in place. At the end of last year, Package Services said that they would be instituting a new system to expedite the line and getting your shit. The only thing they now do differently is: where there used to be chairs around the outer wall is where the line now snakes around. THATS THE ONLY THING THEY DO DIFFERENTLY.

Example 2: The 3 hour delay with email notification. So when Package services sends you an email that your package has arrived, you are supposed to wait 3 hours for processing and for it to actually show up. Why? When the package gets here, does it go somewhere besides package services? Okay, well maybe they just have to sort through it for 3 hours to put it in the right place. Here's a novel idea. Wait 3 hours before sending out the email. Put a delay on it if its automatic or something, cause that's just ridiculous. What a tease. Yeah, your package is here, but you can't have it yet.

You fucks, Package Services.

Stay tuned for my next diatribe on why the new Facebook feed should die. Done.

Quick Update

The chick just stuck her head out of the room for a sec, for whatever reason.

She totally was a hooker.

Sex.

I am currently at my hotel in Florida, on the public computer, which is on the first floor apparnetly next to some rooms. Mind you, I'm just doing some harmless facebook like stuff. Low and behold I hear a yelp coming from behind me. Didn't think anything of it, maybe someone stubbed her toe or something. Except then it happened again a minute later. And then again a few seconds later. Thats a lot of toe stubbing I think to myself. Wait a second. There's sex happening in the room directly behind me.

And the most disturbing thing is not that this woman is moaning quite audibly behind me. I feel bad for the guy. It sounds so fake. I've stayed at this hotel before. The walls are not thin. It is not that easy to hear into the room. So logic dictates that the bitch is screaming, and it is my personal belief that if she really was having that much goodness, she wouldn't be screaming like the $25 hooker she is.

This elderly Indian family just walked behind me into their room, presumably next to the sex room. In the middle of a moaning spat. I feel really bad, because the woman just had a downright disgusted look on her face and the guy was like oh...not again.

Florida

I am currently in Florida, land of ridiculous concepts and bad drivers. Hey, lets put both of these together, says one company, and let's see what happens. Enter Rent-n-Roll, your local full service rim and tire rental store. I wish I was making this shit up. Too poor to actually buy a nice car with sick rims? Now you can take those same sick rims and put them on your piece of shit car! I really wish I was making this up, because it is so fucking ridiculous.

Who does this, I mean honestly. I think this is one of the worst concepts of a business I have ever seen, and the worst part? I'm sure they will be doing great business down here.

You know what else I noticed. I was lying in bed with my eyes closed, and my Dad was surfing channels, and stopped on Springer for a second. All that show is is one person in the audience screaming whatever his or her heart desires, and the entire rest of the audience picking up on it. Like a cult or something. The topic, and people on stage are merely a catalyst into this groupthink.

All for now. More to come later, I'm sure.