So, today we were talking about how there is no such thing as "twice as slow," or, "twice as cold." This idiom is a favorite pet peeve of mine, because it is so utterly meaningless, yet when someone says it, you somehow know exactly what they mean. They simply mean, "Dang! It's really cold today." Or, "Dude, you are reeeaallly moving slow, even compared to that other slow guy!"
Everyone likes exclusivity, right?
"Join this exclusive club,
Enjoy these exclusive priveledges… "
It's a great sales angle, because everyone wants more priveledges, right? Only just don't be racist about it.
Excuse me, but: No wonder our society is so conflicted! We all want something that we all know is wrong. It's something to think about...
Blake and Roger had decided on Chinese for lunch.
The stinging chill of the night air cut through my alpaca wind breaker like a Frenchman on a mo-ped, splitting lanes through rush hour traffic as I reached for another fag. The distant, muted cacophony of the surf beyond the jetty, the pungent fragrance of the tailings of yesterday's catch, and the oddly diffuse brilliance of a full moon peering down through a meandering marine layer all conspired to set the mood—a doleful, introspective kind of mood.
What is it about indecisiveness that I hate so much?
It's not that it uses up time (though the older I get, the less patience I have). No, I think it's because of the complications it adds to life. There are two basic types of indecision that drive me crazy, and they both center around stuff that just doesn't matter that much. The two scenarios can be exemplified as follows:
Where Should I Park?