I went to the library to checkout so CD’s the other day. The way they have it set up is all wrong. The Classic Rock stuff should be on top and the new rock on the bottom.
It got to the point, depending on the mood I’m in, if something that I want is on the bottom shelf, I’m not even gonna bend down for it. I used to be able to “get down.” Now when I get down, I can’t get up.
Had the weirdest thing happen to me yesterday. I had a case of Deja Vu. It would have been great if I was listening to CSN&Y’s “DejaVu” when it happened.
First I got to say my living room has three attached windows. Big one in the middle and two smaller on the sides. I’m in the kitchen and I’m making a pot of coffee. I’m putting the water in the pot and look out the living room window and see a man walk across from left to right. As he walking he’s looking at his smart phone. I turn the water off and look out the window, like three seconds later and see the same guy walking across from left to right.
It was only three seconds. It’s a three cup coffee pot, it don’t take long to fill it. How could it be the same guy. He didn’t have time to walk across, turn around then walk back in that short period of time. And he did the same thing both times. Looking at his smart phone. It was like watching something on tape, rewinding it and playing it again. It was the exact same thing.
They have this new law in NY. Started a couple of weeks ago. The stores are charging five cents for a plastic bag. Bring your own bags and it cuts down on pollution. That’s a good thing. I’ve been bringing my own bags for over a year now. Do my little piece to help.
I found something that’s really annoying and I feel bad for the cashiers. I see this happen a lot. People are complaining that they have to pay five cents for a bag but the plastic bags they use at home for garbage, isn’t taxed the five cents. All the cashiers can do is stand there and listen to them. I’d tell them, I don’t make the laws.
I’m not taking all the credit for this but, I’ll take some. (lol) I posted awhile back that when you got to the blogs you follow, it should say when they posted last. I had a bunch of blogs that I followed that were either inactive or didn’t post for months and the only way to see when they posted was to go to the blog.
Now when you go to the blogs you follow, it says when they posted last. Makes everything a lot easier and I’ll start following more blogs now.
Selfies are a weird thing. You get a bunch of people and have somebody take a picture of them, they just stand there and smile. Give somebody a selfie stick and they all go crazy.
Here’s whey I think this happens. When somebody in taking a picture of them, they are not part of the group and the group tries to be nice. It’s like Bill Preston in the “Let It Be” movie. He comes in and the band in on their best behavior. Without him there, they fight all the time.
Give somebody a selfie stick and the group don’t have to worry about outsiders. They can act whichever way they want.
This is one of the reasons I hate the Long Island Rail Road. Some lady was going to catch the train. She was on the wrong side of the tracks when it pulled into the station. She was wearing heels and a dress just below the knees. The train pulls in, she runs behind the train to cross the tracks, lifts her dress to climb over the small guardrail, runs on the grass, up the incline to the platform, gets to the train and they close the door on her.
The conductor, sticks his head out of the window to see if anybody is coming. There is no way he could have missed her.
Guaranteed after work he was joking about it to the other conductors.
I was checking out the net the other day. I don’t know how this happened but I ended up one one of those sites that had naked girls on them. She was standing in a bathtub and was really hot looking. This girl was a 10. So I’m checking her out and noticed mold around the tub. This really grosses me out and I’m not talking about a little mold. I’m talking they haven’t cleaned the chalking in years. Now I can’t look at the girl. I enlarge the picture and checking out the mold.
Then later in the day. I see this picture of comic books this guy got at a flea market. They’re in a bag in his closet. The bag of books is suppose to be the main thing. I notice all the dirt in the closet door tracks. Firs thing that comes to mind is, “how can people live like this. It’s a pigpen.” Never would I let my place get like that.