Thursday, February 23, 2006

Things that must go

In an effort to post more often, possibly on a daily basis, when I otherwise would be too engrossed in other things, I've decided to make this installment about things I think should go. I was listening to x96 the other morning and thought, "hey, I have things that bug me, and people should know." The bright side is, this could take quite a few posts, thereby insuring that my friends have plenty to read of mine, and who knows how knowing what bugs me will affect them, though it might not be so good for me. I realize of course that I will have to offset this later with a post on things I find delightful, for I surely would not want a negative blog, so I guess I'll just start writing what I'm thinking, and heaven help us all.

Thing #1: moths

They fly around in a drunken fashion, dive at your head...Who needs them? I do of course realize that getting rid of something as insignificant as moths could detrimentally impact the world, after all, we've all seen that episode of the Simpsons (sadly that is probably a not so true statement) where Homer goes back in time with the toaster, sits on a fish, and suddenly back in the present huge changes have occurred, such as people having snake tongues and donuts raining out of the sky. True, moths and butterflies are very similar, and a butterfly half-way across the world flapping it's wings can cause a tsunami far away, but would a world without tsunami's really be that bad? Earwigs should go as well. They freak me out.


#2: people who name their child "Princess"

Not the naming mind, but the actual people who do it. I see it time after time when testing peoples' serum for allergies. Little one year olds with the name "Princess." Sure, it's an adorable nickname, and someone out there might be able to pull it off, but thinking in terms of myself...If my name had been Princess, I would have never developed a self-esteem with the endless teasing bound to occur, and I would probably live in Tibet. All in all, it's just not right as a name. I don't care how young and hip you are, it's just mean, especially if your daughter wants to become a lawyer, or president someday--though that would be cool to be President Princess. Princess: a born leader. Imagine the campaign slogans that could be wrought. Sorry to offend anyone who has actually named their child this, but actually I'm not sorry at all. Shame on you people.

#3: the calling of your people "peeps"

If you do it whatever, but when I hear that, I see marshmellowy goodness, and it's a disappointment when all I find is a person.

#4: people who go the speed limit

I realize this sounds bad, and I of all people should not be telling other people how to drive, considering I've hit more inanimate objects than any of you and all of you combined (though in my defense most were during my 16th and 17th years, and the cement barrier last year was so the dog's fault, and only mine for being such a lover of animals). Nevertheless, speed a little people. If you're going under, you're annoying, and if you're going exactly the speed limit, in order to do so you're paying too much attention to your speedometer and not enough to the road.

#5: talking to someone on the phone, when you're in a bathroom stall.

Ewww.

And lastly, #6: automatic doors

This is mainly due to a personal vendetta I have with them, and an experience at Target a few years ago when they shut on me. They've never liked me. "Ever since I was a child I've been hated by automatic doors." I always approach them cautiously, and I feel stupid. That said, if they serve you well, lucky you. Some of us are not so lucky.


And lastly (for real this time) #7: my roommate's demon frog

Some people may find the concept of a walking, singing frog adorable, even precious, especially if said frog is holding a giant daisy and singing, "Singin' in the Rain." However, when you see the thing wobbling around on the floor like Brownian motion, it really is hard to not scream, or at least squeal in displeasure. (I guess I already took care of it though).

9 comments:

Angie said...

That is a great idea for a blog. :) I laughed the whole time. I agree with almost all of it. The automatic door thing puzzles me although I do love how you cautiously approach them. :)

frogkisser said...

I WANT MY FROG BACK!!!!!!! I will not use it against you anymore, I promise! If it is not returned, I will simply borrow my moms that sings a song from Greese, or maybe my little sister's singing bull dog!

frogkisser said...

Or, maybe I will not help you put songs on your new ipod. Hmmmmmm.

Something McSomethingkins said...

Kyle will help me, so there. You can probably guess where I put the thing. And the doors at Target actually shut on me. My sisters laughed for days. I was not amused. All automatic doors seem to spasm in between a state of open and closed when I walk through them though.

frogkisser said...

I just bought a few candy bars to those that I owe them to. I am not above holding your chocolate hostage.
I believe that the doors shut on you. I mean, who really wants the business of a frog stealer?

Something McSomethingkins said...

You already gave me the chocolate, so there! I put it the same place I put your Ken doll.

Anonymous said...

You know that I just ready a study where they said that 60% of the repairs order on Blackberries are due to the user dropping it in undesirable (and wet) places because they are using them while in the bathroom, public and private. I just have to agree with your eww. They tell you not to place your toothbrush withing 6 feet of the toilet because of possible airborne stuff when you flush. Double eww! Think about that the next time you see someone with a Blackberry and they go to shake your hand!

Something McSomethingkins said...

What's a blackberry? But yes my friend...ewww. I just can't say it enough.

Anonymous said...

A blackberry my friend is like a cell phone with internet access on steroids. Google it and you'll see! It's now the must have item, even though the network for it my be having legal issues. HAH for all those egomaniac, control freaks who have to organize every corner of their lives and have everyone else on speed dial to make sure they're doing the same! Don't mind me...just a mini meltdown! Love ya.