A friend of mine came up to me and asked me what her belt-loop was called. I told her "a belt-loop." She apparently thought it was called a belt pocket or something. I'm not really sure.
"Man, you're so smart Greg."
I'm smart because I knew what a belt-loop was called. Cool. Although, I'm not really sure if that's a compliment to me, or an insult to the rest of the world.
People, it's called a belt-loop. Inform the masses. Increase the populous intelligence levels. I refuse to be smart.
(sess'-kwi-ped-ay'-lee-un) adj. 1: having many syllables 2: given to or characterized by the use of long words.
I don't blog about my candle making adventures, my family (with two thousand pictures of my kids), or my life as a housewife who makes quilts 24/7. I'm not some pretentious hipster who can't finish three sentences without using some form of the word "musing." I'm just here to laugh at society.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Seven Shots
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
I can hear it out my window, the clamor of the night. Shadows swiftly take delight in other peoples plight. Everything the light wont see comes out to play at night.
One.
I can hear it out my window, the horrid scream of silence. Seven shots ring out the might of hate, malice, and violence.
Two.
Above the moon rains down the gloom, the boom, the clattering scurry. "Hurry hurry we have to go!" A man with a gold chain hushes. Another man lays on the ground, his vision getting blurry.
Three
First responder, always ponder, "who is this man?" and "why?" "Will he live? Will he die? There's little time to squander."
Four.
He's just a man, late at night, all emotion latent. Not just a man, the man's a doctor, he's lost another patient.
Five.
Lonely mother, lost another, wont make it through the night. Nervous, crying, praying silent, no one to hold her tight.
Six.
Heart sank deep, the crooked creep, the one who did the deed. "How could I take another's life, just to feed my need?"
Seven.
I hear it out my window, seven shots ring in my head. Seven billion people here, just now there's one more dead.
I can hear it out my window, the clamor of the night. Shadows swiftly take delight in other peoples plight. Everything the light wont see comes out to play at night.
One.
I can hear it out my window, the horrid scream of silence. Seven shots ring out the might of hate, malice, and violence.
Two.
Above the moon rains down the gloom, the boom, the clattering scurry. "Hurry hurry we have to go!" A man with a gold chain hushes. Another man lays on the ground, his vision getting blurry.
Three
First responder, always ponder, "who is this man?" and "why?" "Will he live? Will he die? There's little time to squander."
Four.
He's just a man, late at night, all emotion latent. Not just a man, the man's a doctor, he's lost another patient.
Five.
Lonely mother, lost another, wont make it through the night. Nervous, crying, praying silent, no one to hold her tight.
Six.
Heart sank deep, the crooked creep, the one who did the deed. "How could I take another's life, just to feed my need?"
Seven.
I hear it out my window, seven shots ring in my head. Seven billion people here, just now there's one more dead.
Monday, December 12, 2011
Consumerism costs your heart and soul.
"Research shows that intrinsic values not only promote personal, social, and ecological well-being, but can also act to immunize people against materialism. It's that see-saw again. As intrinsic values go up, materialistic values tend to go down. So part of the trick is to build a life that expresses your intrinsic values. That might involve spending more time with people you care about, finding meaningful work, even if it pays less, or taking part in volunteer opportunities for causes you care about."
You heard the man. Love what you do and you'll have a better life. Remember that, everyone, ever, as you go from high-school, to college, to the real world.
If you watch the video and really pay attention, you'll see characteristics described that you see in people you know, and you can learn a lot about them when you connect the dots.
Friday, December 9, 2011
These videos? They're essentially random.
I got a webcam recently, so I started making these stereotypical-type vlog things because I honestly have nothing better to do with my time. These are the first three. So there you have it.
Watch them on YouTube. Give me some comments. Tell me I'm stupid. I don't really care. As a matter of fact, go to YouTube and leave a comment that just says "you're stupid" and leave your name so I know who left it. It'd make my day.
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