I’m Gonna Complain
…inspired by a woman on the bus, who used “Well, I’m not gonna complain” to wrap up a lengthy complaint.
WAR ON WORDS UPDATE
Yes, it’s not just a war on parts of speech. I saw an ad for cottage cheese that said, “A Whole New Way To Cottage.” By which they meant, “to eat cottage cheese.” Because who has time to say two more words? We’re approaching point-and-grunt territory. Speaking of which, I saw a game on Facebook–“Write the name of a band using only emojis and let us guess who they are!” See, a means of communication shouldn’t make me have to guess what you mean. I don’t think the Sour Neon Crawlers could be represented solely by emojis.
Courtesy of Rom: “The erupting volcano in Guatemala is called Volcano del Fuego. As opposed to…?”
Also courtesy of Rom, things that have been forever ruined for me…
“Old Rugged Cross”= “On a hill far away stands an old Chevrolet”
“Ring of Fire” = “I keep a close watch on this heart of mine. I hold my pants up with a piece of twine.”
And the auto-parts place–“When the name is Napa, the quality’s crappa.”
LETTING US LOOSE IN SOCIETY
There is an autistic guy working at McDonald’s (I know this because he says so), who reminds me of myself at his age. He was telling a work buddy, “Yeah, I’ve tried applying for other jobs, but at the end of the interview I tell them, ‘I’m autistic, just so’s you know,’ and I never get a callback.” Oh, dear, as Nick would say. (This phrase inserted for the sake of Nick, whose eyes well with tears whenever a post of mine doesn’t mention him.) Now, I never applied for jobs at fast food places when I was his age and looking. They all knew me as that weird customer. Black biker t-shirts! Big rings! And other stuff that doesn’t go with glasses!