Expectations (2) Oct 3, 2005
I sorta don't like when people find out about my website because then I feel like I have to live up to their expectations with the things I write.  If they're expecting funny things, I feel like I need to think of funny things.  Or if ... [fill in the blank; I don't know what people expect].  I'm sure people are bored when I write about Christian things, but I won't stop doing that.  And I bet some people are surprised at how negative I can be.  Or maybe they're not surprised.  [The thing to remember is that everything's a joke.] 

But if I really didn't want people to see the things I write, I wouldn't publish a website, something that's available to the population of the entire somewhat modern world.  And I also wouldn't include names and keywords that are sure to increase traffic to my site. 

So if you have expectations for my site, try to lower them a little bit.  Don't expect anything groundbreaking or amazing.  A wise person once uttered, "The road to happiness is paved with low expectations."  Depressing quote, but the idea is that if you expect a lot, you'll be disappointed.  If you expect a little, you might be pleasantly surprised.  Or not.  Stupid wise person.  [Actually, it was Grishma Rana.  I'm not saying she's stupid.  I'm just adding her name in here as another searchable term.  Like all people I reference, I wonder if she reads my site?  Better yet, I wonder how long it'll take before she reads my site?] #psychology
Pimped Oct 3, 2005
There's this car in the parking lot at work that's all pimped out.  It's got big shiny rims, tinted windows, and a custom exhaust pipe.  It's got a big dumb logo of the shop that pimped it out.  And the car is none other than a mid-sized, family-friendly, mature-looking Mitsubishi Galant.  Now I don't know much about pimping, or "pimpin" as the street kids say it.  But from what I've seen in the past, it seems like a good idea to pimp out a car that is (a) small and cheap or (b) big and powerful.  Honda Civic.  Dodge Neon.  Cadillac Escalade.  GMC Yukon.  Nowhere in that list is there a Toyota Camry, Nissan Maxima, or Hyundai Sonata.  And this is coming from me, Mr. I'm So White The Sun Reflects Off Me.  I don't know much about pimpin'.  But I know this:  A Mitsubishi Galant is not pimpable. #travel
Office talker Oct 3, 2005
There's this hypothetical guy at work (I can't talk about real people at work or I might get dooced) who apparently does nothing but walk around and talk to people.  He comes into my office area and talks to my co-workers for hours on end.  And of course it's not work-related.  I can't exactly judge him for this; I don't do work-related things the entire time I'm at work.  But c'mon.  I know every minute detail of this guy's life.  I can't not hear him talking.  He comes into our office area every Monday morning, and it's like I'm listening to an ongoing autobiography of this guy's life.  Ooh, what happens next?  Did your wife like the bike you bought for her?  Did you fix your dad's car?  I can't wait until Wednesday afternoon, when the saga will inevitably continue. #psychology