Tuesday, January 31st, 2006
My literary pet peeve lately has been the use of “some kind of”. Here is an example from the X-Files:
“What is that?”
“It appears to be some kind of storage facility.”
The reason its annoying is because it pompously suggests that the speaker is very knowledgeable when it comes to storage facilities. So knowledgeable in fact, that they know lots of different kinds of them, but in this case, is unable to determine which kind it is.
How about “It looks like a storage facility.” It might not have that X-Files flair, but at least you won’t sound like something you aren’t.
There are a few acceptable uses of “some kind of”. For example, when you clearly are acquainted with the subject, and yet its identity still eludes you, as in this exchange:
“What’s for hot lunch today?”
“I don’t know, some kind of meat.”
Monday, January 30th, 2006
I love me some cool T-Shirts. Maybe if you are lucky and real good little blog readers I’ll post a list of some very cool places to get T-Shirts online. But for now, here is a new company that will analyze a blog for you, create a word-cloud (like del.icio.us), and put it on a T-Shirt for you. It’s a great idea, but the end product leaves something to be desired. If I wanted to look like walking refrigerator magnet poetry….I’d….get some refrigerator magnet poetry things and glue them on a T-shirt.
Friday, January 27th, 2006
One of my favorite bands was in town last night: Foghorn String Band. They are originally from Portland, Oregon which is cool because I have several friends living out there now, so I can plan a visit around a show. Closing up was the Wilders, who another one of those ruckus-raising power country bands. The fiddle player looked like Bride of Chucky only, you know, not as small. The show concluded with the obligatory “group jam” which was amazing. They even marched off stage and played an extra long old-time fiddle tune in a tight group right smack in the middle of the crowd.
Even if you were unable to hear the music, you could distinguish old-time music (and old folk and bluegrass for that matter) by reading through the lyrics. The themes are often the same: Drinking, Cheating, Stealing, Killing, Preaching, Old Churches, The Appalachian Mountains, Country Food, Farm Animals, Beautiful Women, Lyin’, the list goes on. With this resurgence of old-time music, I think these new bands should touch upon some new themes to bring the music up to date (and beyond).
Thursday, January 26th, 2006
One hour of my workday yesterday was spent NOT in a meeting. I thought I was going crazy. I even went to the exact same meeting twice in a row. When you are trapped in a boring meeting, you can always space out, but it’s nicer to get a good daydream going.
Wednesday, January 25th, 2006
What do an outdated toy, an outdated fad, and an crappy MP3 player have in common? They are all the same thing, at least in this case. I wish I was at the meeting where this thing was thought up. I bet this is how it went down:
Struggling Low-Level Japanese Businessman: “Sir, the kids these days love their MP3 players, but they just can’t play with them in the way they could with, say, other kids or a pet.
Hyper-rich Japanese Fatcat: “Yesyes, I see. Remember that stupid digital pet phenomenon that we made billions on? Throw one of those in there too.”
SLLJB: “Good idea sir, but still, all they can do with the device is sit there and look at the screen. Maybe we could incorporate some kind of physical activity as well.”
HRJF: “Physical activity?! That will never go over well in the States. Unless… It’s more of a novelty instead of real activity.”
SLLJB: “Hmmm, what’s the stupidest, nerdiest, most outdated, and least fun toy ever?”
HRJF/SLLJB (in unison): “Yo-yo.”
HRJF: “Good work. I’m giving you new sleep tube with one extra square foot.”
Tuesday, January 24th, 2006
Corey over at Life and Sins of a Human has expanded my thinking on the Lion Jesus vrs. Regular Jesus issue.
Tuesday, January 24th, 2006
It’s always something isn’t it?
Monday, January 23rd, 2006
You see, I have inadvertently eaten some mermaid flesh. Five hundred years ago I was wandering around one day when an old man offered me some mermaid flesh to eat so I accepted it and ate the mermaid flesh. I did not know it was mermaid flesh at the time. When you eat mermaid flesh you either become immortal or you turn into a monster. With mermaid flesh, it’s really one thing or the other. It only happens once too, if you eat mermaid flesh and turn into a monster, you can’t eat more mermaid flesh and then become immortal, since you’ve already eaten mermaid flesh. Mermaid flesh is super rare anyway, so it’s not like eating more mermaid flesh will be hard to avoid. I’m sure you’ve guessed that when I ate mermaid flesh, I became immortal. I’ve had a lot of time recently to keep wandering around trying to sort out this whole mermaid flesh issue. The best advice I can give you is to give it some serious thought before you eat strange seafood from an old man, since it might be mermaid flesh. (mermaidfleshmermaidfleshmermaidflesh.) I saw this anime this weekend that was just like this. It was kind of awesome.
Friday, January 20th, 2006
I know it’s the cool thing to do lately to hate hippies. But let it be known, I’ve been hating hippies since long before it was cool, and I even used to be one (or at least I thought I was). Allow me to present some of my research:
You may be able to tell now that it is the HYPOCRISY that defines the true hippie; its preaching tolerance while shutting out others; it’s protesting for better environmental practice on Friday and trashing a campground on Saturday; its pretending life is about art and creativity and then living in a homogeneous culture where everybody has the same opinions and every booth sells the same glass pipes, spiritual geodes, and Steal Your Face T-Shirts. (You want to see art and creativity? Check out incredible stuff constantly at FreshArrival and Inhabitat)
This is all coming across negatively, which is mostly true. I have no tolerance for hippies going into pizza joints and asking for free food for “a bunch of homeless kids” when they really mean a bunch of healthy, white, young-adults on an amazing trans-America vacation-of-a-lifetime. But don’t take everything here at face value. Just because you like jambands doesn’t make you stink, and if you are into making your own clothing doesn’t mean you freebase and hate your parents.
I say this because according to my own list, I’m three-quarter hippie.
I like me some jambands (I still have a Phish patch on my backpack). I love a good bong rip, and I’m a pretty passive guy in general. But you know what I wear? Jeans and sweatshirts, khakis and flannel shirts, nylon shorts and t-shirts. I don’t LOOK like a hippie, so I’m completely unaccepted in their community. What, do I look a like a narc? Maybe I fucking should be, get some of you hippies off the streets.
Wednesday, January 18th, 2006
Man alive. I’ve had super bad gas the last couple days. Very unusual for me, especially at this “really shouldn’t leave the house” level.
So… almost everything.
I have concluded that the only food you can eat to totally avoid gas is: Mentos. I’m thinking of going on an all-Mentos diet for a while, I’ll report later.
Monday, January 16th, 2006
Very similar names, and they both make you see melting clocks.
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