Cutting Paper
Some time back G worked here, and he had an odd pet peeve. He would get annoyed when A would cut paper using scissors rather than the paper cutting machine; the noise bothered him. Naturally, this led to A finding any excuse to cut paper around G. I didn't realize this until one day I was teasing A about his cutting of a great deal of paper last week for some old backup notebooks that had to be filed away, and A told me about G.
That led to more joking around today over IM wherein I mock raged about the loudness of his scissors, but, and perhaps this is odd, I actually find the sound soothing. It brings back memories of childhood -- which A brought up first, leading to a "ooh me too" moment -- and sitting at a small table or on the floor and cutting construction paper for a craft project. In fact, perhaps I should record the sound and make my own white noise track, like those sounds of the ocean or sounds of a summer rain CDs, and sell it as a new wave thing. I could be onto something! Or not.
So now the joke has shifted to how to send me into a zen state using scissors and a piece of paper. And that made me remember something else.
In the TV miniseries version of Stephen King's The Langoliers one character, played by the actor who shall always be Balki Bartokomous to me, ripped sheets of paper into long thin strips to calm down. He was also kinda crazy. But cutting paper it totally different! It doesn't mean I'm crazy... in a bad way!
Oh, if anyone needed another reason to think the Westboro Baptist Church are a bunch of callous nutjobs, they're planning to picket the funeral of the little girl who was killed in Arizona because “she is not innocent. They corrupted her from the womb. God doesn’t make mistakes.” “WBC prays for your destruction-more shooters, more dead carcasses piling up, young, old, leader and commoner-all.” We don't need the devil; we have people like them.
And I'm annoyed by the hypocrisy of people who in the wake of recent events scold others for taking joy in the deaths of others but cheerfully mocked people they didn't like when loved ones died. That's a pretty asshole thing to do too.
That led to more joking around today over IM wherein I mock raged about the loudness of his scissors, but, and perhaps this is odd, I actually find the sound soothing. It brings back memories of childhood -- which A brought up first, leading to a "ooh me too" moment -- and sitting at a small table or on the floor and cutting construction paper for a craft project. In fact, perhaps I should record the sound and make my own white noise track, like those sounds of the ocean or sounds of a summer rain CDs, and sell it as a new wave thing. I could be onto something! Or not.
So now the joke has shifted to how to send me into a zen state using scissors and a piece of paper. And that made me remember something else.
In the TV miniseries version of Stephen King's The Langoliers one character, played by the actor who shall always be Balki Bartokomous to me, ripped sheets of paper into long thin strips to calm down. He was also kinda crazy. But cutting paper it totally different! It doesn't mean I'm crazy... in a bad way!
Oh, if anyone needed another reason to think the Westboro Baptist Church are a bunch of callous nutjobs, they're planning to picket the funeral of the little girl who was killed in Arizona because “she is not innocent. They corrupted her from the womb. God doesn’t make mistakes.” “WBC prays for your destruction-more shooters, more dead carcasses piling up, young, old, leader and commoner-all.” We don't need the devil; we have people like them.
And I'm annoyed by the hypocrisy of people who in the wake of recent events scold others for taking joy in the deaths of others but cheerfully mocked people they didn't like when loved ones died. That's a pretty asshole thing to do too.