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Tuesday, March 20, 2007
 
In order to sink successfully into this blogmire, I must cultivate, at least for a short period of time, an attitude of frustration, judgment, superiority, and anger. That was easy as microwave dinner when I felt that way all the time, but when I find myself at relative peace with the world -- which, bizarrely enough, I do, right now -- it seems like a chore at best and downright dangerous at worst.
     If you want to monkey-wrench a good mood for the sake of blogging, I recommend trying to buy something from a store staffed entirely by idiots. It won't be hard to find one if you look! I got sullen at the Duane Reade that they haven't gotten the memo about how separate lines for multiple registers may be more convenient for DR Management or whatever but are UNIVERSALLY UNFAIR and morally wrong. I call them Hitler lines. Give us a fucking Tensabarrier labyrinth and feed us flowingly into a stream of constant commerce, dammnit!
     Then I almost had a tantrum/meltdown at the Au Bon Pain when the general manager displayed fairly typical ignorance of the economic nuances inherent in a promotion. In short, I got mad because she wouldn't give me a free cup. A FREE CUP GODDAMNIT. What is my problem?
     On a positive note, I got a vibrating watch in a fit of Uncontrollable Shopping Impulsivity, and I must say it is the coolest thing ever, impulsive or not. I set it to vibrate every 23 minutes (O my fucking Schumacher!) to remind me to CHILL THE FUCK OUT. I am in love with it. It buzzes and it's like a little voice in my head is saying "stop thinking those awful thoughts," or "untense those shoulders," or "put down the machete and untie the prostitute."
     However, I'm experiencing a variation of the "man with a hammer" syndrome (which states that, to a man with a hammer, every problem starts to look like a nail); I'm starting to view the world's problems as solvable through the employment of vibrating watches. Think you have a problem that you can't fix? Bring it, and I will bring two vibrating alarms, a vibrating stopwatch, and a vibrating countdown timer, and we'll see what we come up with.

FOR EXTRA CREDIT:
1. Is the above serious?
2. If so, how much of it?
3. Is it all a failed experiment as outlined in the first sentence?
4. Why would anyone care either way?
5. Where the fuck are my goddamn shoes?

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DISALLOWED FOREVER

"I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you!"
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"from whence"
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"...the exception that proves the rule"
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any use of the question "spit or swallow?"
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the phrase "drop trou"
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fake-o reviewer verbs:
"penned" for wrote
"helmed" for directed
"lensed" for whatever
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"expat"
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the euphemism
"passed away"
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pronouncing merci beaucoup as "mercy buckets!"
(see also: "grassy-ass!")



PET PEEVES

"confinscated"
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trying children "as adults"
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"drownded"
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misuse of reflexive pronouns, as when someone says "Please talk to Bob or myself." Come on people now. "Myself" is not just a fancy version of "me"! LEARN IT.
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tattoos in the Courier font
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any use of Comic Sans