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Saturday, July 31, 2010

The Causality of Retail Casualties


The title has a nice ring, doesn't it? Don't worry -- neither myself nor anyone else is dying. The title merely reflects my own innocence's death among the plastic hanger jungle of retail clothing.

Because, you see, I have officially been at my job over a month now and finally found someone to dislike enough, someone who makes work feel like a bottomless Dantesque Hell. This person is strangely named [blank] despite looking [blank], and is also way too [blank] to be working retail. Basically [blank] is just a big [blank].

However, enough mad-libs. Let's get to the part where I'm physically assaulted.

[Caution: post contains strong language]

Thursday, July 29, 2010

Pet Peeves of a Chronic Traveler: California Driver's Edition


After getting back from yet another whirlwind visit to SoCal, and sneaking a peek behind the Orange Curtain to see what my peeps have been up to, I've decided that besides sitting fat & full on the memories I made I should also blog about something that's been bothering me.

The goddamn drivers in this great state of mine.

[Caution: post contains strong language]


Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Just Another Day in Oakland



Day of the verdict? More like another day where grown men watch as a bunch of women fighting suddenly turns into a pregnant woman acting crazy, getting beat by a bunch of other women, kicked in the stomach, and even punched in the face by some random guy! Seriously, and the other dudes were cheering him on! Is this really how life goes down in "hecka East Bay"? Because I'm putting that on blast, along with the rest of the internet.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

The Story of How We Met


This particular post has been a long time in the making. Okay, well, actually that's not true. Honestly, this post has been procrastinated for months (and then some). Sometimes sufficient motivation is reached to plan doing it, only for that then to be dashed upon the rocks of reality's cold, hard edges. Also known as: I've got too much shit to do.

However, here we are at last! (Cue: Etta James track.) I've got a free few hours and have planned to catch-up on this whopper of a topic.

How I met my girlfriend.

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

People are People through Other People


Unless, of course, the people you're being peopled through aren't actually people.

As the season of not-quite-summer tourism keeps kicking here in The BA, I've been getting exposed to a far more... diverse slice of humanity than even the sheer randomness of SF on a regular day can offer. On the job, I've seen transvestites speaking French wearing GAP and tugging along their kids by leashes. I've watched Anaheim trailer-trash buying Sons of Anarchy sweaters and drinking Sailor Jerry's with a 2-liter of Coke as a chaser. I've seen old ladies doing Yoga contortions on the sidewalk as fifteen year-old's make ironic catcalls and then fall over disgusted when they catch a sight of her wrinkled vagina.

But I've seen a whole lot more than that.

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Compassionate to a Fault

My mind has lately been filled with conflict between my inner-desire to survive, and my outer-behavior of compassion, empathy and understanding.

Basically, am I being too nice?

And not just nice, but amiable. Courteous. Pleasant. Easy-going. Convivial. Gracious. Kind. And other synonyms from a thesaurus.

These thoughts began in various conversations I've had with my girlfriend. Always practical -- and critical (yet ina skeptical sort of way, not a mean sort of way) -- she often openly questions my interactions with other people, particularly those close-ish to me. And some of the implications she raises aren't exactly things easily swept away with a metaphorical broom...