I was out of commission for a few days due to a head cold that hovered dangerously close to bronchitis.
However, with the use of magic pills and brews I am back, baby!
Seriously though, if I drank any more tea England would have started to colonize me.
So, what did I miss while I was away? Anything exciting happen over Labor Day weekend? Any recipes or great foods eaten? Major life changes?
I spent a lot of time sleeping and thinking. There were a lot of things on my mind between hazy drug-induced sleepy times but the one that I wanted to bounce back with is pet peeves.
I imagine that some of them aren’t pet peeves so much as things that just annoy the crap out of me but that aren’t quite irrational hatred (which we’ll get into that another time).
1. Internet Spelling Errors – such as; ” OMG, did u c ….” I had to stop there because I was annoying myself. OK, I get that short hand is expedient when texting or chatting but when you’re sending an email or replying to a post please for the love of all that is sacred, please please try to spell like a normal human being. I know that the NYC school systems aren’t that great, but surely words such as You, See, Great, Their v There v They’re, Where, Were were covered in school at some point. If not in school then in a magazine or book or something. Listen, I’m not the grammar police, but it irks me to no end when a simple sentence can’t be read because there are extra characters or missing letters. There is a spell check, use it!
2. Street Fighting with weapons – I think I may actually be an 88-year-old man. Which is scary because that means I’m older than my grandpa. I sort of want to sit back and reminiscence about the good old days when “men were men and fought with honor and fists”. I’m actually shaking my head at that sentence.
Without going into a history of fighting or why people feel the need for weapons when they are fighting an ordinary person (this is not Roadhouse people! I can understand wanting to use a pool cue on someone as awesome as Dalton*. I mean, that might be the only way to survive), I would like to simply state that is a pet peeve of mine when people start a fist fight and the next thing you know they’ve got a knife or a gun.
No! Bad! *uses spray bottle* Bad! Listen, if you’re gonna start a fight with fists. End it with fists. This isn’t the Wild West, no need to bring a S&W into this. This also isn’t West Side Story (although, any fight that begins with choreographed dancing is OK in my book) and there’s no need for switch blades.
Just, listen, if you’re dumb enough to start a fight then just use what you were born with. Hands, Fists, Teeth, Knuckles and Nails. Don’t bring a weapon. It’s not fair and it’s often fatal. You can survive a punch to the face. You can’t survive a gunshot to the head.
3. Games that on X-Box but not PS3 – Diablo III, Fable, the first Mass Effect.
* I will leave you with a picture of Dalton. For all those youngun’s who have no idea what Road House is.
See, you wouldn’t want to fight him. Not without Mark Dacascos.
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