It's Bullet Sunday from a rain-soaked location somewhere in Central Georgia!
• Heat. I'd rather be too hot than too cold. So you'd think that Georgia in the middle of summer would be like a dream come true for me. But it's not. I am getting really tired of sweating my ass off every time I have to go outside. In that respect, Central Georgia is no different than Central Washington, because we've been breaking 100° on a regular basis there. It's just that when I work here I have to go outside a lot more often than I do back home. Back home I sit in an air-conditioned office all day long and my ass stays intact. Which begs the question... why has nobody invented air-conditioned underwear? I find it sad that we can put a man on the moon, but can't solve the sweaty ass dilemma. Apparently, science is dead.
• Davelanta 3. As I had mentioned last night, the latest installment of the annual Davelanta blogger meet was a lot of fun, and everybody seemed to have a good time. Still can't believe that I get to meet such amazing people everywhere I go...
Just like I promised, here's a roll call of the fine people who were kind enough to spend their valuable time hanging out with me (taken from my DaveEvents Page)...
I've marked all Davelanta 2008 Alumni with an asterisk. If Mentally Rehearsed hadn't already made plans for the weekend, we would have been at a 100% repeat from last year, which speaks volumes as to how much fun a blogger meet can be. If you ever have the opportunity to go to one, I encourage you to drop everything and do so!
• Magic. Tonight while I was eating dinner, my waiter cleared the table next to mine and was taking a pile of dirty dishes back to the kitchen. As he was walking, a napkin blew off the top of the stack and slowly started to float to the floor behind his back. When the waiter noticed this, he stopped and lifted his left leg up behind him... caught the napkin on his foot... rotated his foot around front with the napkin still sitting on it... reached down and grabbed the napkin... then put his foot back down on the ground and continued walking to the kitchen as if nothing had happened. It was like a magic trick of some kind, and I felt like breaking out in applause after witnessing such beautiful visual poetry in motion. After paying my check and exiting the restaurant, I tripped over my own feet and very nearly came crashing down in the parking lot. Irony... it's what's for dinner.
• Classy. Language evolves. As an example, "awful" used to mean "full of awe" and was used much like how we use the word "awesome" in modern times. But the word evolved until it now means "something bad or unpleasant." In other words, "awful" currently has the exact opposite meaning that it used to have. This is a rather drastic example, but you get the point. ANYWAY... the word "classy" used to mean "wealthy and educated." Over time it came to mean "stylish in looks." Then it evolved further until it could also meant "stylish in behavior." In other words, you no longer need to be wealthy or educated in order to be considered "classy." And while I am sure that being wealthy makes it easier to be classy, it's certainly no guarantee. From my experience, it's just the opposite. My favorite example is flying First Class, which is filled with self-important, self-entitled, embarrassingly abusive assholes who have zero class... vs. flying Coach, which is less comfortable, but filled with a better class of people (probably because you're all bonding over mutual suffering?). I don't really have a point here, it's just something I felt like blathering on about as I confirmed my First Class upgrade for my flight home on Tuesday.
And, on that happy note, I think I will try to take a power-nap so I will have the strength to go back to work in an hour. Staying up for 20 hours straight after four hours sleep has done nothing for my mental health.
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I have a new word for you = Klassy.
The schmucks in first class would be referred to as “Klassy,” meaning people who THINK they are “classy” because they are in first class but really are just trashy people with “money” (or deep expense accounts that haven’t been affected by the economy yet) because of their attitudes and/or how they treat people. “Klassy” people also exist in reality TV (i.e. all of the members of the “Real Housewives” franchise on Bravo) and on the faux-cialite scene (i.e. Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan). Sad that I know this distinction, right? 🙂
Damn, I need sleep.
You could either use femine hygiene products/ adult diapers to suck up excess water or buy loads of underpants, keep them in a zip lock bags within a cool bag which has been fully zipped and chilling over night, change regularly, maybe?
Sorry about the lack of air conditioned underpants, but with any luck the scientists will get to that once they’re done creating something that should be even more important to your happiness: teleportation!
And hanging out with us has done nothing for your mental health, either. Great seeing you, hon, and hope you get some sleep soon.
You have Schweaty Balls?
Whaaa?
😉
Some of the richest people I know are so gauche that they’d not know “classy” if it hit them in the ass. Meanwhile, there are “regular” people out there that surprise me every day with their grace and class.
Sometimes irony is best served on a stack of dirty dishes.
And here we think the same when us B-list bloggers get to meet up with you and the time and energy you take to make these Dave-themed blogger events a success.
Awww! HOW FUN!! I look forward to the day when you travel near me so we can do a meetup!
That napkin trick sounds incredible. It’s something I would have valued, like it appears you have.
I enjoy seeing people do incredible, imaginative stuff on their job. It reminds me that, no matter how big or small the job may be, there’s value in doing it well.
The word “liberal” used to mean generous, giving, helping, and tolerant.
Oh wait, it still does. It just got expanded to be Liberal with a capital “L” and now means “generous with other people’s money”, “giving me a headache”, “helping themselves to my money” and “tolerant of those who share their viewpoint.”
Ugh. Why do I have to bring politics into everything? Someone make me stop. It’s your democratic right to make me stop doing something instead of going along with your own business.
I totally don’t understand people who would rather be too hot than too cold! Argh! The heat is so oppressive. The cold just makes you want another sweater.
Also, air conditioned panties? Yayyyyyyyyy!