Crazy lady and waterproof matches.
Long time no update.
Wow, it seems as though most of my lj entries start like that. Well thank you Vori and Sarah for being the last two people who update lj! Gives me an excuse to write! NOW I have potential readers bwahahah.
Right, time for some general pontificating.
Why are waterproof/windproof matches so hard to light? I mean really, it takes like 2 minutes of rubbing to wear down a point on the mega huge "lighty" tip and then BAM it goes off like a bloody firecracker! Let me reiterate that this "lighty bit" takes up o I don't know 90% of the match leaving a iiiiittty biiiiity part to hold on while it lights as aforementioned firecracker.
THEN when you toss it away in terror it burns a whole in your linoleum counter AND nearly sets fire to the heavy cloth make-up bag you foolishly left three feet away from you *JUST IN CASE* as you stood lighting this match IN FRONT OF A SINK.... because these ain't no REGULAR matches they're DEATH matches whom are bent upon my destruction and general burniness.
Now, on to crazy lady. I don't know why I didn't mention this earlier but High Ho WTF Crazy Middle- aged Japanese Woman at Kirio Aeon Starbucks! Last week me and my will power were battling (and shamefully acquiescing to a Cherry Mocha) when a CMaJW walks around the corner of the corner-store Starbucks. Now she looks normal, happy - you know, generally middle-aged Japanese woman in a mall.... She has a bag of Starbucks which she clearly just bought at said Starbucks.... all, "normal". What IS NOT normal is the woman bloody winging a plastic coffee spoon back INTO Starbucks.
Keep in mind that she isn't doing this near any garbage area. Also, she does not SEEM to be consumed with rage. She simply thinks to herself, "Hey, I think I'm going to violently throw this coffee spoon violently back INTO Starbucks for no reason WHATSOEVER." *WING!*
I mean I would have understood if she was quivering with rage, or glaring, or... or... not looking entirely at peace. It was like she was possessed or something. It was terrifying. I kept looking around to see if anyone had noticed, but no one SEEMED to, or if they did they were being VERY Japanese and staring at their coffees.
I was sorely tempted to pick up the spoon and examine it for any magical or enraging properties that it might possess.
Damn it all, the woman didn't even look BACK. She didn't... NOTICE... but she MUST have because it was thrown with some force if not purpose. It wasn't an accidental "whoops I tossed my spoon away without thinking" (as Paul might have done with a pen and a window). And I should know, I watched her like a bloody hawk as she ascended the escalator looking all calm and Zen.
Oh Japan. So full of wonders!
Hmm maybe I'll be "good" and post this where OTHER humans can read of my horror. Multiply and Facebook ho!.... Hahhaha unintentional pun!