Happy Birthday to you!
Happy Birthday to yoooou!
Happy biiiiirthday dear Mariaaaaaanne!
Haaaappy Biiiiirthdaaaay toooo yoooooooou!
Happy Birthday Marianne! I love you :)
Monday, June 29, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
Ironic...
...that I've been geographically closer to Michael Jackson in the past 24 hours than I ever was in the past 28 years... He passed away at a hospital scarcely 3 miles away from where I work -- a hospital campus that I literally drive through several times each month for work -- and is now at the coroner's office scarcely 3 miles away from where I live -- a coroner's office whose door I literally drive past every day on my way to work. Mind you, the hospital and coroner's office are more than 20 miles apart, so it's rather ironic that in his life, someone of my means probably couldn't get within 20 miles of the man, but in death, I can't seem to get very far away from him...
While my parents never allowed me to listen to Michael Jackson's music when I was growing up, Bad was probably the first music video I ever watched (in 3rd grade, during class...), and Thriller and Moonwalker are two of the best music videos (or music movie in the case of Moonwalker?) I will probably ever watch. A surreal end to a surreal life, but man could that guy sing...
While my parents never allowed me to listen to Michael Jackson's music when I was growing up, Bad was probably the first music video I ever watched (in 3rd grade, during class...), and Thriller and Moonwalker are two of the best music videos (or music movie in the case of Moonwalker?) I will probably ever watch. A surreal end to a surreal life, but man could that guy sing...
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
A Letter...
Dear BMW and Mercedes Benz,
I'm writing in order to bring a very serious engineering flaw to your attention -- namely that the turning signals in your vehicles do not appear to function as they do in most other automobile manufacturers' vehicles. I don't mean to alarm you, but I do spend extended periods of time each day traversing Southern California's highway system, and regularly observe your vehicles merging between lanes without the benefit of that essential safety feature that allows the drivers of your vehicles to alert other motorist of their intent to do so. Why just today I was nearly struck by one of your larger model sedans because the turning signal was simply not working when its driver attempted to merge in very close proximity to my vehicle, and I was nearly unable to suddenly and forcefully brake so that I could allow this vehicle to complete its merge.
You may also want to verify that there is not a problem with the acceleration systems and wheel alignment in your vehicles, as I observed that the aforementioned vehicle appeared to accelerate to an unsafe velocity despite the fact that traffic around it had slowed, and to travel across several lanes before the driver was able to stop merging (with its turning signal again not functioning).
Your commitment to quality manufacturing is evident, and I know the drivers of your vehicles recognize this quality because they often operate your vehicles in such a manner that encourages other motorists to celebrate them for owning your product. I trust that you will continue to uphold this high standard of care as you address these present concerns.
Respectfully yours,
Win
PS: While you're at it, perhaps you could also study the curvature of your vehicles' front and rear windshields -- they appear to alter the depth perception of drivers attempting to park your vehicles and create the illusion of one (1) parking space when there are in actuality two (2) spaces, resulting in the stopped vehicle occupying both spaces. Thanks again.
I'm writing in order to bring a very serious engineering flaw to your attention -- namely that the turning signals in your vehicles do not appear to function as they do in most other automobile manufacturers' vehicles. I don't mean to alarm you, but I do spend extended periods of time each day traversing Southern California's highway system, and regularly observe your vehicles merging between lanes without the benefit of that essential safety feature that allows the drivers of your vehicles to alert other motorist of their intent to do so. Why just today I was nearly struck by one of your larger model sedans because the turning signal was simply not working when its driver attempted to merge in very close proximity to my vehicle, and I was nearly unable to suddenly and forcefully brake so that I could allow this vehicle to complete its merge.
You may also want to verify that there is not a problem with the acceleration systems and wheel alignment in your vehicles, as I observed that the aforementioned vehicle appeared to accelerate to an unsafe velocity despite the fact that traffic around it had slowed, and to travel across several lanes before the driver was able to stop merging (with its turning signal again not functioning).
Your commitment to quality manufacturing is evident, and I know the drivers of your vehicles recognize this quality because they often operate your vehicles in such a manner that encourages other motorists to celebrate them for owning your product. I trust that you will continue to uphold this high standard of care as you address these present concerns.
Respectfully yours,
Win
PS: While you're at it, perhaps you could also study the curvature of your vehicles' front and rear windshields -- they appear to alter the depth perception of drivers attempting to park your vehicles and create the illusion of one (1) parking space when there are in actuality two (2) spaces, resulting in the stopped vehicle occupying both spaces. Thanks again.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Steve Zissou is My Hero
Well, not really...
But since today is Jacques Cousteau's birthday, I figured I should at least make some passing mention of the fictional character who parodies him... I mean, Mssr. Cousteau would never have had this conversation:
Oseary Drakoulias: You must swear, legally swear that you will not kill that shark, or whatever it is, if it actually exists.
Steve Zissou: I'm going to fight it, but I'll let it live. Now what about my dynamite?
Which is perhaps why he's not being quoted here now. Sorry, Jacques...
Anyways, I was going somewhere with all that...
Well, not really...
But since today is Jacques Cousteau's birthday, I figured I should at least make some passing mention of the fictional character who parodies him... I mean, Mssr. Cousteau would never have had this conversation:
Oseary Drakoulias: You must swear, legally swear that you will not kill that shark, or whatever it is, if it actually exists.
Steve Zissou: I'm going to fight it, but I'll let it live. Now what about my dynamite?
Which is perhaps why he's not being quoted here now. Sorry, Jacques...
Anyways, I was going somewhere with all that...
Well, not really...
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Me, Esq.
I'm back (dun, dun, duuuuuun)...!
At the risk of disappointing everyone reading this blog (which, if I was really honest about who was actually reading this hogwash, I should emphasize the "one" part over the "every" part...)(you know who you are)(::snort::), I need to come clean and confess that, no, I am neither a guinea pig nor a hermit crab, nor is my name actually Beto. Beto (God rest his soul) was indeed once the name of a hermit crab, and is very likely still the name of some fortunate hermit crab somewhere in the world, but the aforementioned Beto is now less hermit crab and more fertilizer. Thus my dearly departed friend is completing the circle of life under the stairs of my old apartment, inside a rainbow colored box, which by now my former landlord has undoubtedly discovered tucked in the soils of her prized bougainvilleas.
You'll also no doubt already have been relieved to discover that, although I am neither pig nor crab nor Beto, I am still in love with run-on sentences and somewhat questionable syntax. Though this is contrary to one of my stated goals in starting this blog (i.e. to improve my writing skills...), it is nevertheless true. See -- run on sentences and passive voice. Yeah, I'm a rebel. Keep reading; I might soon start splitting infinitives (OHH!! Take that!).
So I was going somewhere with all this when I started...
Oh yes, it was to say that I am now once again receiving visitors to my little corner of the institution. Why? Because I can. Because I POWER BLOGGER. It's true. It says so right there on the left (as opposed to being left there on the right). Go ahead and look -- I'll wait until you're done. I'll even keep your seat warm for you. Anyways, no need to repeat that point (too late...) since we already established that part many moons ago when I first started this drivel (http://starkravingblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-2.html)(textual evidence, yo).
But back to my original point (wait, was there one to begin with...?): it's because sometimes all I desire to do (passive voice!!) is share some drivel with the world, and it's just not appropriate to do so on my other blog, which is supposed to be all serious and stuff.
With that, I give you Things That Make Me Say, "I Don't Get It" #6: Men who wear tank tops in public. There are appropriate exceptions to this fashion travesty of course, like say if you're at the beach, or say you're a professional athlete and it's part of your uniform, or say you're Ahnald and you're carrying a rocket launcher because you're fighting for your life against a vicious extraterrestrial game hunter. But for the most part, it looks like you forgot something because maybe you were talking on your cell phone when you walked out the door this morning or something. Maybe I'm just out of touch with what the cool kids think is stylish these days. I don't get it.
OK, peace out.
At the risk of disappointing everyone reading this blog (which, if I was really honest about who was actually reading this hogwash, I should emphasize the "one" part over the "every" part...)(you know who you are)(::snort::), I need to come clean and confess that, no, I am neither a guinea pig nor a hermit crab, nor is my name actually Beto. Beto (God rest his soul) was indeed once the name of a hermit crab, and is very likely still the name of some fortunate hermit crab somewhere in the world, but the aforementioned Beto is now less hermit crab and more fertilizer. Thus my dearly departed friend is completing the circle of life under the stairs of my old apartment, inside a rainbow colored box, which by now my former landlord has undoubtedly discovered tucked in the soils of her prized bougainvilleas.
You'll also no doubt already have been relieved to discover that, although I am neither pig nor crab nor Beto, I am still in love with run-on sentences and somewhat questionable syntax. Though this is contrary to one of my stated goals in starting this blog (i.e. to improve my writing skills...), it is nevertheless true. See -- run on sentences and passive voice. Yeah, I'm a rebel. Keep reading; I might soon start splitting infinitives (OHH!! Take that!).
So I was going somewhere with all this when I started...
Oh yes, it was to say that I am now once again receiving visitors to my little corner of the institution. Why? Because I can. Because I POWER BLOGGER. It's true. It says so right there on the left (as opposed to being left there on the right). Go ahead and look -- I'll wait until you're done. I'll even keep your seat warm for you. Anyways, no need to repeat that point (too late...) since we already established that part many moons ago when I first started this drivel (http://starkravingblog.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-2.html)(textual evidence, yo).
But back to my original point (wait, was there one to begin with...?): it's because sometimes all I desire to do (passive voice!!) is share some drivel with the world, and it's just not appropriate to do so on my other blog, which is supposed to be all serious and stuff.
With that, I give you Things That Make Me Say, "I Don't Get It" #6: Men who wear tank tops in public. There are appropriate exceptions to this fashion travesty of course, like say if you're at the beach, or say you're a professional athlete and it's part of your uniform, or say you're Ahnald and you're carrying a rocket launcher because you're fighting for your life against a vicious extraterrestrial game hunter. But for the most part, it looks like you forgot something because maybe you were talking on your cell phone when you walked out the door this morning or something. Maybe I'm just out of touch with what the cool kids think is stylish these days. I don't get it.
OK, peace out.
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