I have come to a realization lately concerning cell phones. No, this has nothing to do with the iPhone, which would be so sweet to have if only it was with Verizon. I can't go about switching things up when Verizon has the best cell reception in the city. Maybe not always the coolest phones, but solid service is important. Plus I don't have like $600 or more that I would like to spend on a phone. Anyways, back to my realization please.
I'm a bit fed up with text messages, I have to say. I learned about texting while spending a year studying in London. People mostly used them for meeting times, etc., and I actually really dug it. Then coming back the trend slowly started happening here, but for me not really until the least year or two.
At first I thought it was nice and east to schedule meetings, message about possible lateness, say hi without talking, etc. Now, it seems that full blown conversations are being conversed via texts. I love to write, and impose my sick sense of humor and sarcasm on paper just as much as I love to in person or in real conversations, and I try my best while texting. However, such short phrases make it quite difficult and not too enjoyable for the most part to get your meaning across. Plus, I can only take typing in and staring at my razor for so long. Very tedious.
Don't get me wrong, I think texts are great in the fact that you can say hello and trade a couple remarks quickly without actually speaking to a person if you don't wish to do that. But when does it cross the line? I love human contact, and much prefer for the most part a real conversation, either in person or over the phone. I feel that my actual personality can come across and there is no time delay as there is with texts.
Now, let this be said. While I do have my issues with texting an entire conversation (do you really not want to talk to me that badly?), I will say that my way with words is quite superior to the normal man, and I do enjoy it when someone can keep up and challenge my humor, and texting does allow a few extra minutes to formulate responses that a phone or in person conversation can't. And I do enjoy that. With all that said, there still should be a cut off time where the conversation transitions into a phone conversation, either during this text exchange or later, as I do understand that many people text while at work or busy. But please, people, now while you both can actually talk over the phone. Not cool...not cool.
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Epic Update Fun
I have a few things to get off my chest, and I do not mean the hair that grows upon it... at least at this moment. I have noticed that when you walk down the street and instead of zoning out listening to your ipod or simply focusing on whatever it is you focus on that gives you that glazed over look or determination and simply smile at people and give a little look in the eyes (the eyes on the head not on the chest), you get a nice little smile back many a time and a lovely little moment albeit brief. It is my new test, although I must admit to not fully trying this out. And it doesn't need to just encompass walking, it should be anytime and anyplace there can be an interaction. I am starting to test this out and any girl I find cute no matter where I am. Not that I have the courage or cojones to actually speak to anyone, especially on the street, but just to see what happens. I'll give more thoughts on this when I really put this plan into action, but it's kind-of fun.
Honestly, I don't really have too many things of importance to "get off my chest" at this moment in time. It seems that everytime I sit down to write my mind does not remember what I thought was so important to put out there. Maybe I should write down little notes or sorts. Um, the Emmy's were on the other night, I hope you watched them. I thought the whole theatre in the round thing was a bit odd, but whatever. I guess they need to "shake it up" a bit. I should say I watched it mostly on mute since I was on the phone most of the time, but I get bored watching award shows after a while. Nobody gives really funny speeches or anything anymore. That's a shame. We all know you are thanking your manager, agent, family, kids, cast, crew, directors, etc., etc. Why not think the other people. Like the girl at Starbuck's who always gives you your coffee just how you like it. She deserves a thank you. What about thanking the other shows for sucking just a little bit more than yours so that you could stand there a winner? That works. Everybody thanks God, but nobody thanks the Devil. Not that I condone the last one, but still, nobody does it. I haven't seen anyone try and simply list every single person that has got them to that point in their life as fast as they could until they are cut off, that would be new. So would standing up there and not saying a single thing until it was so uncomfortable that they just ran the music and moved on. That's right. Pretty much, when I win my Oscar, nobody knows what I might do. It'll be awesome.
I've become fond enough of the weather that I'm not looking forward to this cool breeze, even though it's a bit more like the northwest right now. The slightly cooling effect is not so fun when all I can think about is how much the winter will suck. I bet Africa's hot.
Okay, so between the hours of 5pm and 7:30pm at my gym, the hot women come out in herds. Mostly to take some of the classes or do ab workouts. Neither of which I am complaining about. Oh, and to use the cardio machines. Yeah, it's so freaking busy that I try to not work out then, but there have lately been a few reasons to keep me going at that specific hectic time. Let me just say that there is a cardio class that involves everyone on trampolines. That's right, whoever thought up that class is a genious. I haven't done an aerobics class for a long time, but am thinking of trying one out. The only downside to these classes and the girls who work out during this trendy and busy time is that for the most part, they all wear short shorts, spankex leggings, tank tops, etc. You'd think this a good thing, which for the most part is, however some (at least 70%) should maybe think about wearing something less... uh... tight and more flattering...? Not sure how to word that without getting hatemail. But please, those who look good (and you know who you are) in the tight and revealing workout wear, please keep wearing it and also come and talk to me. I'm very knowledgable about working out and will help you with your stretches.
Alright, the epicness of this entry is now coming to a close. I seem to have no regular writing schedule, hence this epic masterpiece of thoughts. This entry is high in epicocity, since I am a great epicurian god. Okay, I'm done.
Honestly, I don't really have too many things of importance to "get off my chest" at this moment in time. It seems that everytime I sit down to write my mind does not remember what I thought was so important to put out there. Maybe I should write down little notes or sorts. Um, the Emmy's were on the other night, I hope you watched them. I thought the whole theatre in the round thing was a bit odd, but whatever. I guess they need to "shake it up" a bit. I should say I watched it mostly on mute since I was on the phone most of the time, but I get bored watching award shows after a while. Nobody gives really funny speeches or anything anymore. That's a shame. We all know you are thanking your manager, agent, family, kids, cast, crew, directors, etc., etc. Why not think the other people. Like the girl at Starbuck's who always gives you your coffee just how you like it. She deserves a thank you. What about thanking the other shows for sucking just a little bit more than yours so that you could stand there a winner? That works. Everybody thanks God, but nobody thanks the Devil. Not that I condone the last one, but still, nobody does it. I haven't seen anyone try and simply list every single person that has got them to that point in their life as fast as they could until they are cut off, that would be new. So would standing up there and not saying a single thing until it was so uncomfortable that they just ran the music and moved on. That's right. Pretty much, when I win my Oscar, nobody knows what I might do. It'll be awesome.
I've become fond enough of the weather that I'm not looking forward to this cool breeze, even though it's a bit more like the northwest right now. The slightly cooling effect is not so fun when all I can think about is how much the winter will suck. I bet Africa's hot.
Okay, so between the hours of 5pm and 7:30pm at my gym, the hot women come out in herds. Mostly to take some of the classes or do ab workouts. Neither of which I am complaining about. Oh, and to use the cardio machines. Yeah, it's so freaking busy that I try to not work out then, but there have lately been a few reasons to keep me going at that specific hectic time. Let me just say that there is a cardio class that involves everyone on trampolines. That's right, whoever thought up that class is a genious. I haven't done an aerobics class for a long time, but am thinking of trying one out. The only downside to these classes and the girls who work out during this trendy and busy time is that for the most part, they all wear short shorts, spankex leggings, tank tops, etc. You'd think this a good thing, which for the most part is, however some (at least 70%) should maybe think about wearing something less... uh... tight and more flattering...? Not sure how to word that without getting hatemail. But please, those who look good (and you know who you are) in the tight and revealing workout wear, please keep wearing it and also come and talk to me. I'm very knowledgable about working out and will help you with your stretches.
Alright, the epicness of this entry is now coming to a close. I seem to have no regular writing schedule, hence this epic masterpiece of thoughts. This entry is high in epicocity, since I am a great epicurian god. Okay, I'm done.
Thursday, September 6, 2007
Oops, got hitched...
Before the news spreads, let it be heard here first (or second for many of you). I did in fact get married yesterday. My bride was super hot and we had out pictures taken in Central Park. We saw Ashton Kutcher and Cameron Diaz running around near us. It was perfect.
True that I did not meet my bride until the day of the wedding, and sadly, ours ended in divorce after about 2 hours. It is said that if you can stand me for more than 2 hours in a row then you know I'm a keeper. Not sure who said it, but it seems true in this instance.
Okay, so the film was called "What Happens in Vegas..." We were a happy married couple in the park getting our pictures taken. That is all. It is brief, and no lines or anything of course, hopefully it makes it in the film. It was a beautiful day in the park. Although, and I do feel for the girl, Lauren, who was my 2 hour bride. That dress must have been outrageously hot with so many layers. I'm guessing this since she said it a couple of times and also mentioned feeling faint since we were out in the sun for quite some time. And, to all guys who've worn tuxes before in the sun... they are so freak'n hot!!
Okay, moving on. I'd like to mention quickly that I (along with much of my family (especially my sister, but that's another story all together)) make up words every once in a while. It happens, and is completely acceptable in life. If the words we have in the english dictionary just don't convey what you're trying to say, limit you in fact, then I am all for making up a new word or a new form of a word.
So, without further adew, the most recent offense (or brilliance, if you will).
And there you have it.
Oh yes, forgot to mention. If you ever go to Central Park in the summers, check out the roller skating area that is set up. It's like a show of strangeness. It is run by some skating organization and has a dj spinning seventies-ish songs while skaters skate around mostly on the old school skates. They are dancing, doing tricks, etc. And, most of them dress and look like they're from the seventies. It rocks. You can literally watch them for hours. Really. It's like you're in another world. It's sick!!
Oh, and in the next week or so, pictures from my summer. Oooh, let the hotness be anticipated...
True that I did not meet my bride until the day of the wedding, and sadly, ours ended in divorce after about 2 hours. It is said that if you can stand me for more than 2 hours in a row then you know I'm a keeper. Not sure who said it, but it seems true in this instance.
Okay, so the film was called "What Happens in Vegas..." We were a happy married couple in the park getting our pictures taken. That is all. It is brief, and no lines or anything of course, hopefully it makes it in the film. It was a beautiful day in the park. Although, and I do feel for the girl, Lauren, who was my 2 hour bride. That dress must have been outrageously hot with so many layers. I'm guessing this since she said it a couple of times and also mentioned feeling faint since we were out in the sun for quite some time. And, to all guys who've worn tuxes before in the sun... they are so freak'n hot!!
Okay, moving on. I'd like to mention quickly that I (along with much of my family (especially my sister, but that's another story all together)) make up words every once in a while. It happens, and is completely acceptable in life. If the words we have in the english dictionary just don't convey what you're trying to say, limit you in fact, then I am all for making up a new word or a new form of a word.
So, without further adew, the most recent offense (or brilliance, if you will).
Specificized - the act of having been so specific that at the precise moment of specification you were actually specificizing the idea both in your head and aloud.
(i.e. "Wow, I can't be any more clear to you than that. We've gone over the specification of the process of filling the field at Yankee Stadium completely with hot topless women over 300 times. Furthermore, I have just specificized the precise amount of whip cream needed to completely cover their naked breasts, and gone so far as to draw up pie charts and break it down by cup size."
And there you have it.
Oh yes, forgot to mention. If you ever go to Central Park in the summers, check out the roller skating area that is set up. It's like a show of strangeness. It is run by some skating organization and has a dj spinning seventies-ish songs while skaters skate around mostly on the old school skates. They are dancing, doing tricks, etc. And, most of them dress and look like they're from the seventies. It rocks. You can literally watch them for hours. Really. It's like you're in another world. It's sick!!
Oh, and in the next week or so, pictures from my summer. Oooh, let the hotness be anticipated...
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