Random Thoughts
I've just learned that Mark Dacascos, who played Tyre in Stargate Atlantis, is also the Chairman in Iron Chef America. Excellent! Now whenever I watch any Tyre episodes, I will forever picture him shouting "Allez cuisine!" as a battle cry. This pleases me... |3
Oh, also: Wal-mart thought for the day. In case you're wondering? There is no situation that can ever arise in which I need to know the status of your arm-pit hair. I didn't think this needed to be said, but there you go.
You see people, there's such a thing as over-share. TMI. I think it's fine and admirable that you want to be friendly and courteous (Yes! Please, yes! I really, really appreciate it!), but please do keep in mind that there are some things I really, really don't need to know. I don't need to know why, precisely, you need the sleeveless undershirts (apparently, the reason is that you drive a big rig, and your armpit hair gets tangled and pulls in the seams of the t-shirt kind. Huh. Good to know. Yup.) or that your one son is dead, your other is a hermit, and the third is gay, or that you've got to get this certain brand of kidney beans 'cause the other gives you the runs, no. I really, really don't need to know any of that, nor did I ever want to know. But, y'know. Thanks. For sharing.
Also? What kind of pathetic loser prank calls Wal-Mart? I mean, is your life just that sad and lonely that you couldn't think of one single other place to call? Except for Wal-Mart? Seriously? You're not clever. You're not cute. You are, at best, vaguely irritating. There are so many other places to call, if you're that dead set on being a childish jackass.
Oh, also: Wal-mart thought for the day. In case you're wondering? There is no situation that can ever arise in which I need to know the status of your arm-pit hair. I didn't think this needed to be said, but there you go.
You see people, there's such a thing as over-share. TMI. I think it's fine and admirable that you want to be friendly and courteous (Yes! Please, yes! I really, really appreciate it!), but please do keep in mind that there are some things I really, really don't need to know. I don't need to know why, precisely, you need the sleeveless undershirts (apparently, the reason is that you drive a big rig, and your armpit hair gets tangled and pulls in the seams of the t-shirt kind. Huh. Good to know. Yup.) or that your one son is dead, your other is a hermit, and the third is gay, or that you've got to get this certain brand of kidney beans 'cause the other gives you the runs, no. I really, really don't need to know any of that, nor did I ever want to know. But, y'know. Thanks. For sharing.
Also? What kind of pathetic loser prank calls Wal-Mart? I mean, is your life just that sad and lonely that you couldn't think of one single other place to call? Except for Wal-Mart? Seriously? You're not clever. You're not cute. You are, at best, vaguely irritating. There are so many other places to call, if you're that dead set on being a childish jackass.