If you'll notice, I am posting this late Friday night. You may be asking why on earth I am posting a blog entry so late on a Friday night, and truth be told, I am doing what I normally do when I post: Procrastinating. I should be working on my essay due Monday or my 6-8 page research paper due Friday, but instead I come to you here to spread joy and procrastination. Just think of me as Santa Claus. Except with procrastination instead of presents. And much less diligent. So more like the Easter bunny.
Now what to talk about. I just saw a new episode of Monk (which happens to be one of my favorite shows), and the premier of a new show, White Collar, which I thoroughly enjoyed. USA network is just plain amazing. Although I suppose "plain amazing" sort of negates the effectiveness of the saying. But you get the point.
In other news, my rocking chair has developed an annoying problem. The friction on the right side is somehow far greater than the friction on the left, which makes it incredibly difficult to pull in and out (you better not have giggled at that). While this might not seem like too severe an issue, it is really a problem for me since I use my desk an awful lot, between work, procrastination, and music. Those end up getting all mixed up though.
Still no idea as to what to talk about. And now I'm just rambling. Hmmm. What to say, what to say.
Here's something that I've noticed recently:
Twenty-four hour
Food places do not worry
About quality
By 24 hour places, I don't just mean those, but most places open late. Almost any place you go to this late at night will serve complete crap, but people won't care, for one of two reasons: They're lazy, or they're drunk (people get drunk in college?! No way!). In either case, they accept the bad food (unless they're a bit too drunk). I was pondering the merits of opening a quality food establishment open 24/7 (for which Green Cafe does not come near qualifying for). Then I came to the aforementioned realization, and decided that it would flop rather quickly. Unless located in the lobby of a fancy condo building. Which don't exist in Ithaca.
If you don't recognize the title quote, you have not lived. Or have not watched The Simpsons. Eh, same thing.
Also, I'm busy early tomorrow, so don't expect a morning post. You'll see an afternoon post though, and then the surprise will be tomorrow night.
Friday, October 23, 2009
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