Author: Mark540

Deathcab for Prozac

Entertainment, music

I once wrote a post about how I need my music to have a beat or at least get me pumped. I’m reconsidering that a little now. I like different music sometimes, here are some of the artists that I’ve added in the last few months. Lily Allen, Switchfoot, Thousand Foot Krutch, Kittie, Garth Brooks, Gorillaz, and Quarashi. If that’s not an ecclectic mix I don’t know what is. When I tell people that I like everything I really mean it!
So this leads me to my point. I don’t think I’ll ever be so depressed that I properly enjoy Deathcab for Cutie. I heard one of their songs on the radio the other day (94.7 the globe) and I really liked it, I thought maybe I’ll give them another chance. It turns out that this is the only song I like on the whole album. The rest of the songs sound like they all should be crying and kill themselves in the end. Not shoot themselves (that would require too much effort) but like stand on the edge of a building and just collapse over the edge.

But in case you’re wondering the song was “Soul Meets Body” from Plans.

The Culture of Snow

Life, Rants

What the hell is wrong with people around here? That’s a question I usaully ask myself around this time of year. I mean it snows enough in this part of the country that you think people would be used to it. I think that its because this area is so transient, people move in and don’t have time to adjust to the climate before it snows. Then when it does come they freak out.

I think we need a Virginia department of snow. Their responsibilities would include educating the population on how to drive in the snow, average area snowfall, and not stocking up on all the food at the supermarket on the threat of snow. He should also control the media reports of snow, they shouldn’t be able to sensationalize the impending snowstorm just to increase ratings. He would control school closings thus influencing the next generation of snow drivers.

I would like to throw my name into the hat which will be thrown into the ring which will be filled with contenders. May the best man be the next Snow Czar.

Later!

Do not anger the Mark

Life, Rants

Vigilante commenting is becoming something of a morning habit for me. I think it may be the lack of sleep and not having my coffee yet, but don’t mess with me or be an ass in my general vicinity. Not that these incidents last more than a few seconds, I’m pretty sure at this time of the day I could only go back and forth with someone for a few times before my brain gives up. But I can get in one really good burst.

So here’s the set-up. One of my pet peeves is when the person in front of me can’t get their metro card to work. I’ve never had a problem with mine, I don’t even break stride going through the turnstile. But evidently this smartcard technology is beyond some people. So this morning there’s three people in our line at the turnstile middle aged black lady, young girl wearing a orange skirt, and me. Shockingly, old people have a problem with technology, she messes up, complains that the thing isn’t working, then has to back out of the turnstile. Which Metro etiquette says requires the apologetic nod or shoulder shrug, as it is your fault for screwing up the line. But instead complains when she bumps into the girl in the skirt, who says nothing, just uses her smartcard and moves on through, followed by me. All proper Metro behavior, no words or eye contact.

So to finally bring this story to some kind of end. The first lady says loudly, “SAY EXCUSE ME”, then softly, “you god damn witch”. Which for some reason caused me to blurt out, “Are you freaking kidding me? I’d take her side any day”. Not really my wittiest response, but defending the Metro Etiquette is a personal vendetta… and it was cold and early in the morning. People shouldn’t be that bitchy until at least after noon.

Winter is officially here!

Life, Randomness

And how do I know this? I mean I went snowboarding this saturday and that wasn’t officially winter. It’s something that used to happen to me every day when I was waiting for the bus.

My hair froze.

In the time it took me to walk from the parking garage to the train my hair had frozen solid. I thought I’d put in some kind of new gel or something, I couldn’t figure it out for a while. I think it was 11 degrees outside when I got into my car. That’s way too cold. Also the window wasn’t iced over but it was a little dirty so I decided to use the washer fluid, bad idea. I went from being slightly annoyed with the window to completely blind pretty much instantly. Which is not good when you’re driving through the neighborhood. So I had to pull over (which is hard when you can’t see!) and wait for the window to defrost.

Twas a good morning.

Metro… Oh Metro…

Life, Randomness

So it’s not that I want to drive in the morning. Actually just the opposite I like riding the Metro to work. I wish it didn’t cost $12 per day to come to work, but it’s better than driving. But if I’m going to pay that much I really need the “sleeper seat”, it’s the one that’s tucked in between the two perpendicular handicapped seats. There were a million people at the station this morning and it was really cold out so I thought I’d just duck into a close car and find any seat, which felt like a good idea for about 3 stops. Then I started getting sleepy, I’m sure the lady next to me appreciated me falling into her all those times. So tomorrow I have to make sure I get the good seat… it’ll be better for everyone.

Later!

Seriously… I could watch them make doughnuts for hours.

Entertainment, Random

Thank you, Anson Gregory… the man who invented the hole in the doughnut.

I was watching Modern Marvels tonight, one about snack food or something. (I don’t know what reall they all seem to blend together.) It’s kind of like guy porn… oh wait, that’s real porn. Well that phrase goes so well with everything else, I guess you’d call it porn for fat robots. But I just love the little doughnuts travelling on their little journey, on little conveyor belts, on to a little lazy river… of boiling hot grease. But then they hit a bump and flip. I love watching repetitive mechanized equipment, but the doughnut line is the best.

Like that monkey in the commercial…I’m Tried

Later