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escritoireazul) wrote2006-03-24 02:16 pm
escritoireazul) wrote2006-03-24 02:16 pm
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time warps and idiots on cell phones
Time is moving in strange ways. For example, this morning I slept in until 7:05, and yet still had plenty of time to shower, get dressed, watch Scooby Doo (What's New, Scooby Doo to be exact [or mostly exact because I'm not entirely certain that's the name], pack up my lunch, open an Amazon package, squee over the contents, prep a Netflix dvd for return, let my car warm up, and leisurely drive to work, all in time to arrive here fifteen minutes early. Which means I did all that between 7:05 and 7:45. How? I have no idea.
Another example, that Amazon package? I ordered a bunch of books on Wednesday afternoon, about 4:30 or so. Last night a package was delivered around 7:15 p.m., with one of the books I ordered. Not just any book, mind you, but Ultimate X-Men volume 12 Hard Lessons. Woo. (And, um, what the hell? Both to the delivery speed and to the contents of the book, which I won't actually go into yet, but dude. What the hell?)
I also have The Left Hand of Darkness here to read, but I'm so tired I'm afraid I'll fall asleep if I actually sit still for more than five minutes. I've already been up and down four times writing this entry.
(I was just about to say I've been reading Cell, Stephen King's latest book, at the gym while I do a full hour of cardio on my days off from lifting, when this client walked in, cell phone plastered to his ear. I think that's one of the rudest things in the world, and normally I would--oh. my. god. He's talking to someone who is driving past outside, I assume trying to find him. This is so fucked up. I hate idiots on cell phones. They think they're so cool, so important everyone has to hear about their conversation, which in this case is about riding four-wheelers. Oh, yeah, you're so important and special. Really, sometimes I think cell phones turning people into zombies would be preferable, you know? I want to stab a pen into his ear. Mmmm, tempting.
Is Stephen King's book called Cell in England? Wouldn't it make more sense to call it Mobile?)
Another example, that Amazon package? I ordered a bunch of books on Wednesday afternoon, about 4:30 or so. Last night a package was delivered around 7:15 p.m., with one of the books I ordered. Not just any book, mind you, but Ultimate X-Men volume 12 Hard Lessons. Woo. (And, um, what the hell? Both to the delivery speed and to the contents of the book, which I won't actually go into yet, but dude. What the hell?)
I also have The Left Hand of Darkness here to read, but I'm so tired I'm afraid I'll fall asleep if I actually sit still for more than five minutes. I've already been up and down four times writing this entry.
(I was just about to say I've been reading Cell, Stephen King's latest book, at the gym while I do a full hour of cardio on my days off from lifting, when this client walked in, cell phone plastered to his ear. I think that's one of the rudest things in the world, and normally I would--oh. my. god. He's talking to someone who is driving past outside, I assume trying to find him. This is so fucked up. I hate idiots on cell phones. They think they're so cool, so important everyone has to hear about their conversation, which in this case is about riding four-wheelers. Oh, yeah, you're so important and special. Really, sometimes I think cell phones turning people into zombies would be preferable, you know? I want to stab a pen into his ear. Mmmm, tempting.
Is Stephen King's book called Cell in England? Wouldn't it make more sense to call it Mobile?)
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