Word Rules, Sharing Lunch Details, Garage Parking, etc.

 

·         I think when it comes to garage parking, people are either the back-in or face-in type.  I back my car into the garage, looking out for the tomorrow me.

·         I guess for some people, sometimes word, grammar and speech rules are just silly and unnecessary.  For example, it seems to be perfectly acceptable for folks to pronounce the word “vigilant” as
“viligant” and “relevant” as “revelant”.  And don’t get me started again on “nuculer”.  There are a bunch of other examples I could bore you with, but overriding the auto spell correct is causing my laptop to smoke.  Anyway, while this lazy and loosey goosey thing with words probably won’t ever by itself cause us much trouble, I think it may be a symptom of a societal permissiveness and lack of attention to detail that allows scandals to happen.   

·         I remember being a little kid, out to lunch somewhere with my parents and wishing so badly that I could let all my friends know what a great time I was having, where I was, and specifically what I was eating.  Or sometimes I’d be at home wondering where my friends were having lunch, and trying to imagine what the sandwich or soup they were eating looked like.  In some ways those were simpler and better times, but no one can deny that Instagram and Facebook have filled for a new generation that desperate emptiness I felt during those lunchtimes of my youth.

·         When someone wants to tell me something and feels the need to preface what they’re about to say, for example, “…there’s a reason for (such and such), and I’m going to tell you what it is….”, rather than just saying whatever it is without the warning, I pretty much want to just smack him or her.

 

·         I’m starting a new feature on the Ross Rant, which I will call “Admittedly Bad Poetry”.  Some will find the feature’s title to be charmingly self-deprecating, and others will simply think, “admit it, Brett, your stuff is all pretty bad.”

 

 

Admittedly Bad Poetry

Sit Cat

Sit he told the cat sternly

Which she ignored promptly as she ever did.

Ok fine don’t, he agreed with her.

To which she sat

Eyeing him peripherally so he’d know

It was of her own accord.

And purring away, licking

At nothing there really.

But because she could.

 

Clown face

Born with a clown face

He seemed predestined for circus work.

But sadly then he found

The hours were disagreeable.

 

Chasing Monkeys

Chasing monkeys

All day long.

Some enjoy it but

The others just seem to be annoyed.