spiderman

There's a window washer outside my window right now. Flying care-free side to side like a clock pendulum keeping time on the side of my building. What if he was to fall 10 stories to his death on the sidewalk right now? Would anyone notice? If so, how many of those who noticed would freak out and come down with post-traumatic stress syndrome? Would anyone miss him? Would his death affect more people than his life?

I've decided I like things set to random. My itunes, my photos screensaver - both set to shuffle all the time. My TV even has a random button which I frequent. I could waste a whole day hitting the "I'm Feeling Lucky" button on Google. Sometimes I'll drive to work via different streets downtown just to mix it up.

I bet the Black Eyed Peas were sitting around one day and Fergie said, “Hey, I bet if we put out the dumbest song ever, people are so stupid that they’ll play it and buy it anyway!” And the rest of the Peas went, “Yeah, let’s call it My Humps!”

Note to people writing your resume: Leave off the "hobbies" section. Unless you're applying for a job building sop box racers, don't include that on your resume. And another thing, do NOT list "Internet" under your computer skills.

What is it about barbers that makes them so reproach? I sit there, watch myself get butchered, yet I say nothing. I can tell my sideburns are not even, but I sit there and say "looks great!", then give her a tip on top of that!

Why can they create a liger (tiger/lion hybrid) but they haven't figured out how to cross a human and a monkey? Now that I write that, I think I've asked that question before.