|Mental Detritus left over from last week
||[Feb. 19th, 2008|08:45 am]
So, if I thought I wasn't feeling good before, now, apparently the Snot Fairy, who's been an unwelcome houseguest for near two weeks now, is dating the entire Hell's Angels gang of Cold Viruses. And they've all parked their hogs in my head, sinuses, and throat, leaving tiretracks all over me. |
Proving for the second time in a row, that if I have a single day that does not have some kind of major activity scheduled, I will get so sick that I have to WASTE it, dragging around the house and trying to nap.
So, I don't have the energy for new creativity or the strength to write about the fun parts of the weekend.
Please, don't watch Dexter, as it's been edited for regular television. Rent it or borrow it. No, it's not that the blood, gore, sex or swearing is a damn shame to miss...but really, the freaking POINT of the show is to share this guy's head...and a commercial break is not going to be your friend.
Applause to the restaurants that have started to put suggested tip amounts at the bottom of the bill. A subtle "15% tip = XX, 20% tip = XX". Nice. I'm just fine with numbers, until someone is waiting for me to generate said number. Plus, as I get older, alcohol is beginning to impair my ability to hold numbers -- so I can add up my share of the bill, but not hold that number in my head while I calculate my share of the tip. And my friends cannot resist making fun of me if I have to get out a pen and jot on a napkin. Bastard friends. Anyway -- it's a help to me personally, and I hope that it help wait staff by reducing the instances where a party in their cups didn't necessarily MEAN to stiff them on the tip, but frankly, they couldn't figure out what 15% of their bill was....
Finally, Note to my fellow drivers:
The cop car on the other side of the divided highway, who is already busy giving someone else a ticket, is not going to suddenly abandon that traffic stop, jump in his car, and leap over the jersey barrier to tag your ass. There is no need to slam on your brakes and go from 80 to 50. You made my grocery bag flip off the seat, dump all of the groceries on the floor, crushing strawberries and damaging what was a beautiful valentine's day dessert. Do it again and I WILL ram you. Or at least follow you home and scare the living crap out of you.
Dexter is truely a show you MUST take on as a whole... with NO interruptions... and with ALL of it's Bloody intent. It is a Masterpiece of a show. I have loved Michael C. Hall since Six Feet Under... and I'm SOOOOO happy he's found another bloody brilliant vehicle for his talents!
And my friends cannot resist making fun of me if I have to get out a pen and jot on a napkin
Yeah, well work it out on one of their forearms with a steak knife next time; the yuks will dry up.
My husband and his father were travelling through Germany once and at a restaurant Papa H. went through this arcane computation on a scrap of paper translating the bill from DM to $, figuring the tip, and going back to DM. (Why he had to go through all that instead of just taking 15% of the DM is beyond me, but I'm sure a large quantity of the local barley and hops had something to do with it.) Anyway, back in the hotel room they realized, after looking at the scribblings and Dad's wallet, that he'd left a tip of not 15% but 150%. Danke schön, Yankee!
Edited at 2008-02-19 04:18 pm (UTC)
"Finally, Note to my fellow drivers:
The cop car on the other side of the divided highway, who is already busy giving someone else a ticket, is not going to suddenly abandon that traffic stop, jump in his car, and leap over the jersey barrier to tag your ass. There is no need to slam on your brakes and go from 80 to 50."
This is why my next car will have a rocket launcher. I so do not wanna talk about it with the offender, I wanna have the force of the military-industrial complex solving my problems.
Edited at 2008-02-19 05:05 pm (UTC)
F*ing sheep. "OHMIGODTHERESACOPOVERTHEREANDIMDOINGTHESPEEDLIMITIDBETTERSLOWDOWNORHELLGETMEEEEEEEEE!
Yep. Pisses me off, too. It's why I'm often reminded that magical powers would be a bad thing for me to have. Point my finger and POOF the road is suddenly gloriously clear of vehicles and I don't have to come off cruise control or even think about braking. Ahh...
Hhhhmmmm... Magical powers to deal with dipshit drivers... A brake pedal sticking out of his/her nether regions may not do much for the traffic but it would sure improve my mood. *snerk* I guess this is why I'm not allowed to have magical powers either.
My absolute favorites, though, are the maroons that squeal to a stop in the middle of the highway after being nailed by a red light camera. OhferGod'ssake, you don't get a do-over.