Quotes for the evening

One of the pluses of bowling is all of the wonderful things that I get to over hear durring the evening and the after festivities at Harry's Country Club afterwards. For this evening, the quotes are:

• "It doesn't matter where you are drunk as long as you are somewhere." -- This is of course both true and a little pathetic all at once.
  
• "Orgy Pile" -- I can't really reproduce the context in which I heard this, but the fact that I heard this, out loud, is all that really matters.
  

Finally, I got to witness a woman with her shirt off at the bar. She was wearing a blue bra. Not that this was that significant.

If you can't beat them, join them.

I've decided to become republican. It really seems to be the only sane thing to do right now. Now let's see, what radio station is Rush on?

I need one of these for my car.

My sentiments exactly.

Why blue balls aren't always a bad thing

Excuse me if you've already seen this, but it's something that I hadn't seen before. I sat nearly transfixed for almost 15 minutes just watching the balls go round. Turn your sound on while looking at this, it really heightens the effect. For an interesting contrast, now look at it this way. I found this courtesy of Stumple Upon.

Liberal Six Degrees of Sideburns.

OK. The Surreality continues. This is an almost accurate quote of a friend, "I knew I shouldn't have asked you about this, you're a liberal, you liberals don't trust the government." WTF? The world has changed so much that the term liberal, that has for so long been synonymous with big government and a welfare state, is now synonymous with distrust of the government.

Why is it that the hair in my sideburns grows faster than the hair on side of my head? Yeah, I know that my sideburns are technically on the side of my head.

And on a completely unrelated note, I've been reading Malcolm Gladwell's The Tipping Point. I don't particularly expect anything special out of this. It would appear from what I've read so far that the book will help to confirm and crystallize things that I've known intuitively for quite some time. While I was sitting in a coffee shop this evening, reading the book, I started overhearing conversations that were strikingly appropriate to the topics that I was reading about. It was as if real life was providing footnotes to the book as I read. While reading Gladwell's description of the Stanley Milgram's experiment to prove the small world theory (AKA Six Degrees of Separation). At that very moment a guy two tables over at the coffee show was talking about meeting in Mexico someone who he didn't know from his old neighborhood in his home town who was the parents of someone he did know and that he'd gone to school with. Later, as I was reading Gladwell's description of the "stickiness" of an idea the same guy was talking about the new movie Snakes on a Plane which happens to have a weird internet meme attached to it.

How to end a day.

This has been one of the weirdest days on record. What makes it even weirder is that I really can't ascribe it to any one thing. I just seem to have a continuous feeling that my soul is three steps back and a step to the right while my intellect is two steps to the left and distracted by a shiny object. Let me just catalog the oddness of today. Showed up to work late because I wanted a coffee. Nobody noticed. I had my offer of a courtesy non date date accepted. I had lunch with my ex and we jointly eradicated the crusty vestiges of our failed marriage by closing our last joint bank account that I'd managed to run up $400 of accidental overdrafts on. I was rear ended by a guy on the highway and let him go without even getting his insurance info. I had drinks with my roommate. I had drinks with the CEO of my company, one of the founders of the company, some of their family, coworkers and my roommate. I bid in an auction on a box of burritos and a set of rice bowls. I ended the day with a vodka tonic in hand watching, My Name is Earl, Samurai Champloo and Camp Kill Yourself. Quote of the night, "That Crusty Skanersoreus". Sigh.

Update:

I just watched James Lipton do a beer bong after shouting, "We who are about to die, salute you." I'm now going to bed.

Guys do it too

I love Westport. Nowhere else in KC could this have happened. Today after lunch, I got a cappuccino at the Broadway Cafe. While I was in line, the lady in front of me wouldn't shut up about the humidity. (It really isn't that humid.) Eventually she admitted that she'd gotten waxed yesterday and she was relieved that she'd had it done because of the humidity. How the fuck do you respond to that? She just wouldn't shut up about getting waxed. Eventually, she looked at me and said, "You should get waxed. Guys do it too you know." WTF?