OCD moments

So I’m driving to pick up ‘s laptop, which just had a fan so clogged with dust that it wouldn’t spin.

I’m sitting at a red light behind a big SUV which has dried mud-dust on it. But on the rear hatch, amidst the caked mud, there is a clean spot in the perfect shape of a heart. It looks like there was a heart shaped bumper sticker or something on the car, it got dirty, and then someone pulled off the sticker.

And my question is… why?

Why did someone choose to remove this heart shaped sticker?
Why was it there in the first place, if they didn’t want it?
If they were trying to make the car look nicer, why didn’t they clean off the mud?
Or are they driving to a car wash to get the mud off?
Did the kids stick it on, against the parents’ wishes?
Did some anti-SUVer stick a “love mother earth” sticker on the SUV?
Perhaps the mud was there before the sticker, and the mud prevented the sticker from staying on, but pulled the mud off when it fell?

It bothered me all the way to CompUSA.

This morning as I was taking a shower I tried to sort out a jumble of scenes in my head and attribute them to either Scout’s Honor or On The Right Track, both Gary Coleman movies from the early 80s, both about a plucky orphaned black kid who turns some white people’s worlds on their ears.

Back to reality…

From the Fool Boards…

Posted by jammerh, and lifted without permission:

There’s an old adage,

“He who dies with the most toys wins”.

It doesn’t speak much for the ideal of human aspiration.

To make your life count for something you might want to consider leaving something to a worthwhile cause. Try to make this world a little better place for your having been here. Yes, I know most of us don’t intend to check out any time soon, but it doesn’t hurt to be prepared.

I had an elderly friend who was quite frugal. Now I’m frugal myself – some might say to the point of excess, but occasionally, I tried to encourage this friend to spend a little money with well-worn expressions like,

“Go spend a little on yourself; you know you’re not going to live forever.”

To which he would respond, “Well, I’m goanna try.”

Despite my friend’s gallant effort and attitude he’s gone now after suffering a stroke recently, and I’m left wondering where did all those efforts in a lifetime of strict frugality really get him?

I guess I can say that if nothing else it gave him a challenge, and perhaps a sense of direction in life. Probably it gave him some sense of security in knowing the money was there if he needed it for something, and hopefully in this respect at least it was some comfort.

Of course each of us is going to draw the line in a slightly different gradiant on the scale of stinginess versus spendthrift, but regardless of where you come in on it life is too short to spend it begrudging yourself every possible pleasure in life.

I’ve posted many times in the past about the value of saving – not just for the potential comfort it might afford you in your future years, but also for the wonderful sense of security, and the ability to dream that a healthy pile of savings and investments can provide, however, yet I think there are times too, when what you get in return for the amount of money spent is worthwhile.

A few examples? For me, some of my most treasured investments were in things that endure the test of time such as, gifts for a loved one; a toy for a child; a bicycle to get me places quietly, with a little exercise, and very little pollution; care for a beloved pet – returned many times over in terms of companionship and loyalty; and endless hours of challenge and relaxation that a musical instrument can provide.

You’re the only one who can decide when, where, and which things you treasure most, but whatever they are don’t those are the rare instances when you should wince and loosen the purse strings. They’re rare in life, but you’ll know them when you see them. When you do, don’t let them pass you by.

I do Impressions

My impression of the news lately:

blah blah blah Ronald Reagan blah blah blah lying in state blah blah blah Morning in America blah blah blah blah Cold War blah blah blah Iran Contra blah blah blah Nancy Reagan blah blah blah deficits blah blah blah Great Communicator blah blah blah

*yawn*

Overheard in line at the grocery


Woman: So, what do you want for your birthday?
Girl: A bible.
Woman: A bible? You have a bible.
Girl: One with my name on the front.
Woman: Oh, embossed?
Girl: Yeah.
Woman: Okay.
Girl: And a desk.
Woman: A desk?
Girl: Yeah, to put the bible in.

I’ve been sitting here a few minutes trying to decide if that’s sweet, or just outlandishly freakish. Probably it’s sweet, if I leave my atheist prejudices out of it.

Just the greatest insult

From a Fool Board. I don’t even know what the conversation was about, but this is just a great, snarky comeback to whatever they’re arguing about:

RJ SUX!! DK RULEZZZ! YO MAMA PLAYZ WITH MY JOYSTICK!!

Pardon me Mr Knife (if that is your real name),

I would like to draw your attention to the fact that your abilities are of an extraordinarily low standard, even by the already low standards of a certain commonly-ridiculed ethnic group to which I infer you belong. Indeed, your competence is so demonstrably lacking as to allow me to draw certain conclusions regarding your sexual orientation and the size of your reproductive organ. It is my considered opinion that any attempt to pit your underdeveloped faculties against my demonstrably and unquestionably far superior talents would cause you to lament copiously in the manner of a young child of the female gender, and retreat to your place of residence to seek solace with a member of your immediate family on the maternal side. You would do well to heed my words on this subject, you perpetrator of incestuous acts.

Respectfully,

FogChicken

Book Log – Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim

Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim by David Sedaris.

Awesome. Simply awesome. However, too short. As all of his stuff is. I got this book this morning, and I’m done. hour and a half at the DMV, an hour at lunch, and 15 minutes at the end of the day and poof! no more book to read.

Thank goodness I have The Confusion at home waiting for me which, if it’s anything like the first volume Quicksilver, will take me 3 months to read.

And I forgot, my mom got me The Well of Lost Plots, Jasper Fforde’s latest Thursday Next book. The first two were good mind candy reading. Nothing really brilliant, but an interesting universe where they have time-travel but not Jet airplanes.

I fear change.

So I went to Atlanta Bread Company for lunch, and discovered to my dismay that it had been turned into a porn shop some time in the past couple months. In conservative Roswell, GA!

I thought they might have some edible underwear or something, but after some consideration just went to Chipotle instead.