I recently picked up the book Talk To The Hand by one of my favorite authors, Lynne Truss. This particular book is about etiquette and how the world today is so incredibly rude and, in term, disregards common manners and greetings.
Just to give you a small taste of the sense of the humor Truss puts into the book, I’ll quote her Author’s Note at the start of the book. “The author apologises for the high incidence of the word “Eff” in this book. It is, sadly, unavoidable in a discussion of rudeness in modern life. Variants such as Effing, mother-Effing, and what the Eff? positively litter the text. If you don’t Effing like it, you know what you can Effing do. (That’s a joke.)”
I’m only a few pages in, but it’s definitely worth the read for people who are sticklers, like myself.
This brings me to my encounter with a mother and her son earlier today when I was bringing my father to an eye appointment. The tone, phrases, and other gestures the son was using towards his mother were completely unacceptable. He looked like he was nineteen or twenty years old, but acted like he was three. His mother seemed so incredibly nice, and yet he treated her like crap. I was on the verge of punching him in the face (If there were less people in the room, I might have).
Moral of the story? Be grateful of your parents kids; they do so much for you.
Those new Xbox 360 commericials are kind of freaky. They show a straight shot of a person’s face for a few second and then pan around to show that that person’s head is hollow in the back and has little people watching Netflix on a couch. Kind of cool, but kind of weird.
I’m not going to specify names; instead I’ll give this person the alias of Allison. Why Allison? I don’t know. It’s the first name that came to my head. Anyways, Allison is related to me and somehow always manages to start an argument that turns into the next World War at my house.
After having a very enjoyable Christmas, Allison decides that she needs a haircut (she had her hair cut three days ago). Allison also needs to get back to her apartment since she was only visiting. She has no key for her apartment (for reasons I don’t understand) and has to meet up with one of her roommates to get his. All the while my parents are planning what they’re going to do on their day off.
So the plans for their day revolve around when Allison needs to be dropped off and where. Of course, this “when” and “where” is not specified by Allison and is left dangling in oblivion. All that concerns Allison is that she wants a haircut.
Needless to say that my father’s temper has one of the shortest fuses on this known planet. So after waiting for an hour and still not getting any information from Allison, my father starts yelling up the stairs at Allison, who is aimlessly surfing MySpace. Naturally, Allison starts arguing back to my father, over an argument she has no control over. SHE is the one who needs to be driven around. SHE is the one who needs to figure out when she needs to be dropped off.
This is how I woke up this morning.
Did it surprise me? Not really, all of Allison’s visits conclude like this. It’s as if she is angry that she has to leave our house and decides to find the most obnoxious reasons to start a fight possible before she leaves. Other than that is was a pleasant Christmas.
But all this doesn’t concern you, so don’t worry about it.
There once was a girl,
She was abandoned by her parents at nine years old.
For years she lived in a foster home in the city,
And was very happy with her life regardless of her upbringing.
She had a wonderful foster mother,
Who took care of her in every way possible.
At age sixteen the young girl left the home to travel,
Short on money, she resorted to hitch-hiking to get around.
By twenty-two she had traveled all across Canada and America,
At twenty-four she had found a suitable job as a jewelry merchant.
Her business allowed her to continue to travel, even outside of the states,
She eventually settled down in Hawaii and found the love of her life.
Together they built a house with their own hands,
He was a teacher for the local elementary school.
She decided to stop her jewelry business and instead take up coffee farming.
Together they lived enjoyable and truly blessed lives.
Hills Like White Elephants is a short story I read recently by yours truly, Ernest Hemminway. It’s quite abrupt and perplexing at first and after my initial readings of the story, I wasn’t quite sure of what to make of it.
The story is mainly depicting a man and a woman having a few drinks while waiting for a train to travel to Madrid, Spain. The man, who is known as “the American” and the woman, who is known as Jig, start casually talking over their drinks. The conversation soon heads to a more controversial topic of “an operation.” It’s not directly stated, but can be implied through the story’s dialogue that the man is trying to convince Jig that she should have an abortion.
Strange in nature, but right down my alley of blunt, atypcial short stories.
I found this Penny Arcade comic earlier. It’s a little bit of back story pertaining to the plot behind the new Prince of Persia. it seems to be the start of a mini-series, since it goes into detail about the origin of one of the four bosses in the game. An interesting read if you’ve played/playing the game.
My little brother’s favorite band is Sum 41. He has practically scoured every video on YouTube that is even remotely related to them. However, yesterday he came across one of the most hilariously epic covers yet! He totally got 5 stars and a favorite from me. See below.
