Finding Your Music

So my mp3 player's battery ran out before I was finished with my walk and I had to schlep home with no tunes. And I realized that the route is kind of a drudge without music. Seemed like something true to life in general, that it's not so fun without that special touch of something. I've been going through the motions without the music, that little special something that makes the drudge part worth the while. Doesn't really matter what the music is. Just sing it! Even if it drives your friends crazy because you won't stop singing it after the movie has been over for hours.

Strange Cookery

You ever wake up at four in the morning and realize that horrible smell is something your housemate is cooking? You wonder: a) how that smell managed to make it all the way to your bedroom with such strength that when you close your eyes you can imagine that he's cooking on your nightstand, b) what kind of carnage are you going to find when you finally get up the nerve to investigate the kitchen, and c) how on earth are you ever going to get back to sleep when there is not enough incense in the world to cover that magnificent stench. And on that note, do not ever tell a meth addict he can come stay with you unless you have first spoken to his NA sponsor to be sure he is really on the wagon like he says he is. Seriously. Just don't do it.

The House Guest Who Never Leaves

You ever have one of those people in your life who asks to crash in the guest room, and then one morning you wake up and realize he lives there now? This epiphany usually happens as you catch him cadging your coffee before it's done brewing. He exists in your household like some sort of Zen exercise in patience, eating your food, using up your hot water, counting your shoes and generally making a nuisance of himself. His contributions include more dirty towels, more empty cereal boxes in the trash, and a cigarette butt collection growing on your porch. If only you could just throw him down a well and toss his Lucky Charms down after him. Alas, it is illegal in most states.

Hello Drunkie Poo, How Are You?

This is to all those folks who drunk dial call centers after tying one on. I salute you! You, who call in and have a rambling conversation with yourself before forgetting where you are and then hang up on me? You rock! And you, who can only holler the product name over and over again until your voice gives out in a spasm of coughing. You're special too. But YOU, Drunkie Poo - you know who you are - you call in asking about something I can't make out because you have lost the ability to enunciate, and you are damned insistent about it. You must have MumbleSnurfleMumble, and you must have it now! Drunkie Poo, it is time for you to unclench your fist from the bottle of Night Train and call it a day. Seriously.

May We Have Your Express Permission to Throttle You?

So I switched from limited to unlimited movies per month on a rental service which shall not be named, thus giving them more of my money. They evidently felt that because of this event, a reminder of their ToS was in order. Because apparently I'm given to rental promiscuity. And we all know what happens to promiscuous types in horror movies, don't we?