“It’s MY Friday!”

No.  No, it’s not.  It’s Monday.  For everyone.  Your personal schedule doesn’t dictate to the calendar week.

Now, if you’re saying that as an excuse to get blasted on a night other than a Friday?  By all means, don’t let me stop you.

The other night, I was flipping through the channels and caught Clooney on Larry King.  He was lobbying for politicians to get more involved in the tragic situation in Darfur.  By the way, Larry King is slowly becoming a frog.  I’m convinced.

Then today, I see Brad Pitt lobbying Nancy Pelosi to help his charitble efforts in New Orleans.

Both are worthwhile causes, sure.  But are celebrities so detached that they don’t realize our country is on the verge of a depression?

A DEPRESSION!

Maybe I’m selfish.  I would like to retire someday.  The thought of me talking up Soulja Boy songs when I’m 60 is frightening.

Come to think of it, the thought of Soulja Boy’s career lasting longer than mine is more scary.

A lot of noise this week about Facebook and their new terms of service.  So many users complained that Facebook actually reverted to their old terms of service.  At this point, I could care less about Facebook owning my online identity, because Facebook is slowly KILLING ME!

You already have seen what can happen when someone you graduated with has enough free time to scan in their 10th grade pictures…

…and the next thing you know, the world recognizes that you had a mullet.  Well, I’d like to thank the “friend” I have on Facebook who decided…

…that NOW would be a GREAT time to show everyone I once wore denim shorts!

I hate you, Facebook.

FML.

By now, you have no doubt come across the “redbox”.

These are taking the place of video departments in many of your favorite grocery stores.  I am all for technology.  I feel bad if these redboxes cost anyone their prestigeous job working a video counter.  But, I have to say my first redbox experience could have been so much better.

Not because of the redbox itself.  Because, of the knuckleheads using the redbox.

First of all, on a friday night, the line rolls close to 10 deep.  As a rule, I hate lines and grow impatient really quick.  Now, this line could have moved so much faster if the people in it excercised some common sense.

• Have an idea of what you want to watch before you decide to rent a DVD.  You’ve got close to a dozen people behind you and none of us want you to search through the thousands of titles available just to find the movie that fits your mood at that given second.
• Better yet, go online to reserve your copy BEFORE you go to the store.
• Oh, and trying to cut in line by coming from another direction (this happened to me), may deserve a vicious beating.

So after waiting for close to a half hour, I get my turn at the redbox.  I pick “Horton Hears a Who” (I live with girls, don’t judge).  And I’m away in less than 2 minutes.  That was easy.  Granted, not as easy as going to my mailbox to pick out my chosen movie.

*sigh*

Oh, how I miss my Netflix.

Don’t you hate it when you go someplace for lunch and end up smelling like that place for the rest of the day?

The biggest offender is usually any sub shop that bakes their own bread.  How can fresh baked bread smell so good when it comes out of the oven, yet smell like puke when it sticks to your clothes?