On the mornings where I am out of coffee at home and need to venture forth to Starbucks, I’m usually in a bit of a fog until I get that sweet caffeine-laden goodness into my system. That was a little different thing morning during the quiet of the drive just after 6AM. I looked around and noticed all the business of my humble town… which made me consider a personal resistance point I’ve long held and why it’s been such a hurdle for so long. I thought maybe a video would be a better way of describing the moment… plus ya know y’all love seeing my handsomeness in motion combined with that glorious baritone. Or so I tell myself. Either way, some video shenanigans for you.
As the snow falls here in Connecticut and renders most activities for the day moot/cancelled, it gives a gentleman like myself a few moments to sit back and think about… well… just a lot of completely random things. None of these seemed of sufficient weight to merit a full post on their own, so I decided to mash them all together into a beautiful pastiche of fun. Oh yes my friends… pastiche. You will only find such quality vocabulary right here at Fierce and Mighty. Let’s begin.
If you don’t understand that text messages and e-mail lack context and tone, you are hereby banned from using them going forward.
I really don’t get this when it happens and I never had. If I were to go back in time to when instant messaging was all the rage and AOL dominated the Interwebz (let’s say around 1995-1997), this would be the first time I noticed this trend. When it’s just words on a page, it’s incredibly easy for the tone of the message to get lost. This is why smiley faces, LOL and its ilk became so prevalent… it was some kind of attempt to include the subtle textures of tone that were missing. Seriously.
Fast forward to 2012. When I see people have a rift driven between them in their friendship based solely on text message exchanges or by the fact someone didn’t respond to their text message, I want to grow hair just so I can rip it out.
I will keep it simple: Until it becomes a trend and proven otherwise (beyond a reasonable doubt and all those good lawyer-ly standards), give your friends the benefit of the doubt, for the love of God.
There is a fine line between valuing your own time and being a complete slug.
I am beginning to seriously wonder whether I need to reassess my life when I have a cleaning service and I have now begun ordering on-line refill cleaning supplies for them to use. I think that says something about me and while I’m not sure exactly what that is… it can’t be good.
Smart efficiency? Or abject slothdom?
Everyone is (seemingly) having a better life than you… at least on Facebook.
I read someplace recently that social media can have a negative impact on self esteem because you are often inundated with all of the status updates and photos of people having fun/doing great things/traveling to amazing places. Despite the fact that it is a collection of different people, there seems to be an easy slip into thinking that EVERYONE is having AMAZING experiences every single day… and you are just sitting on the couch like a lump, wondering why your DVR failed to record the latest episode of How I Met Your Mother.
I’ve fallen into this trap myself. I might be spending a bit of time tooling around on Facebook and I see a slew of posts on cool things people are doing and it’s as if I subconsciously roll them into the event of a single person. Except it’s not a single person. I am likely looking at a slice in time of 25 different people who are posting something cool they did and it might be their shining highlight of their year, not something that happens to them daily.
While none of us should settle in our lives to some drab, gray existence… there’s also no need to fall into the trap of thinking you are the only one not invited to the party.
The amount you have left to pay on your car loan is inversely proportional to how irrational you will be about getting a new car.
My car is almost paid off. I don’t need a new car. My car (2005 Nissan Pathfinder) is great in the snow, lets me crate stuff around (like my Prowler) and while it sucks on gas… did I mention it is almost paid off?
So despite the fact that I am looking forward to having zero car payments, I can barely contain the fanciful thoughts dancing in my head of something like… ohh… you know… this:
Completely pointless. Overpriced. Unnecessary. Another vestige of a consumer culture, brand obsession and keeping up with the Joneses. And completely beautiful. Damn it. I wants it.
And yes, these are the random points of nonsense flowing through my head on a snowy winter day in New England. I know you are now a richer person for having read this. You’re welcome.