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inteligrrl So, there's a reason I spend all my time with my nose in a book, when I actually try to pay attention to my surroundings I begin having all kinds of paranoid fantasies. Here's an example:
Guy standing at the bus stop in a Greyhound uniform. Gets on bus, sits down & mops his head. Automatically I'm suspicious as it's pretty cool outside and he'd obviously been standing at the stop for a while and isn't even out of breath, just sweaty.
Me: maybe he has a glandular disorder.
Then he pulls out a USPS express letter envelope and opens it. Which seems odd to me as if it was something important you'd probably open it at home or somewhere not a city bus, and if it's not important why are you sending it express?
So he pulls it out and it's a sports insert for the Chicago Cubs from a Chicago paper, so I'm all 'curiouser & curiouser', because who has a cheap sports insert shipped to himself from a current issue of a major newspaper (i.e. one that you can probably read online for next to no cost)? And he's not even really reading it, just glancing through and making random stops for a few moments to look over things. So my mind starts buzzing and I'm thinking up scenarios and discarding them with about equal frequency.
Bookie on the side? Nope, if he was he'd probably already have better information than is contained in the sports page, and he'd probably go strait for the results page at the back.
Secret Agent looking for hidden messages? One would think they'd have somebody who was a bit less obvious, what with the (nervous?) sweat and being obviously odd thing.
Guy whose nephew/kid is on the team? Maybe, but honestly, he'd probably have any memorabilia sent to his home and not shipped to him on the road. Also, he probably would have gone straight for any section that mentioned his nephew/kid and not randomly scrutinized different sections the way he did.
And then I hit upon it, the most obvious answer. This man is obviously an alien from a much colder planet (hence the sweating in what was barely 70 degree weather) who is attempting to pass himself off as human, ergo the trivial sports information.
At which point I realized that I so need to always have a book with me, not to ward off boredom, but so that I don't end up doing this cracked out Veronica Mars thing.
Further notes:
Okay, so yesterday this dad at my center's trying to talk his 3 year old into going home:
Dad: Let's go home.
Kid: No!
Dad: Fine, you wanna stay here?
Kid: No!
Dad: Come on then, let's go!
Kid: No!
Dad: Dude, don't be a punk.
I about died laughing.
And to conclude this section of Janell! Live...
I finally got around to watching the Lethal Weapon series, something I was deprived of as my dad can't stand (and usually outlaws) anything that has a) sex, b) violence, c) swearing, d) all of the above. It was funny, a slightly better than average style buddy movie (read: gay as all get out. The only thing that saved it from being slashed is the fact that I don't want to even consider the idea of Danny Glover being naked. EVER.)
So I'm watching the fourth installment, thinking that really this is nowhere near as good as the earlier ones and all of a sudden good looking Asian guy wanders on. Then Asian guy does some really sexy moves and brutally kills some people in awesome ways. So I'm reevaluating the merits of this movie because of Hot!Asian guy and proceed to watch to the end. Credits roll and I do a face plant because I was such a moron and didn't recognize him as one of my favorite Hot!Asian guys. Yes ladies and gentlemen, I resign my crown as Six Degrees queen - I failed to recognize Jet Li. Seriously, shoot me.
Guy standing at the bus stop in a Greyhound uniform. Gets on bus, sits down & mops his head. Automatically I'm suspicious as it's pretty cool outside and he'd obviously been standing at the stop for a while and isn't even out of breath, just sweaty.
Me: maybe he has a glandular disorder.
Then he pulls out a USPS express letter envelope and opens it. Which seems odd to me as if it was something important you'd probably open it at home or somewhere not a city bus, and if it's not important why are you sending it express?
So he pulls it out and it's a sports insert for the Chicago Cubs from a Chicago paper, so I'm all 'curiouser & curiouser', because who has a cheap sports insert shipped to himself from a current issue of a major newspaper (i.e. one that you can probably read online for next to no cost)? And he's not even really reading it, just glancing through and making random stops for a few moments to look over things. So my mind starts buzzing and I'm thinking up scenarios and discarding them with about equal frequency.
Bookie on the side? Nope, if he was he'd probably already have better information than is contained in the sports page, and he'd probably go strait for the results page at the back.
Secret Agent looking for hidden messages? One would think they'd have somebody who was a bit less obvious, what with the (nervous?) sweat and being obviously odd thing.
Guy whose nephew/kid is on the team? Maybe, but honestly, he'd probably have any memorabilia sent to his home and not shipped to him on the road. Also, he probably would have gone straight for any section that mentioned his nephew/kid and not randomly scrutinized different sections the way he did.
And then I hit upon it, the most obvious answer. This man is obviously an alien from a much colder planet (hence the sweating in what was barely 70 degree weather) who is attempting to pass himself off as human, ergo the trivial sports information.
At which point I realized that I so need to always have a book with me, not to ward off boredom, but so that I don't end up doing this cracked out Veronica Mars thing.
Further notes:
Okay, so yesterday this dad at my center's trying to talk his 3 year old into going home:
Dad: Let's go home.
Kid: No!
Dad: Fine, you wanna stay here?
Kid: No!
Dad: Come on then, let's go!
Kid: No!
Dad: Dude, don't be a punk.
I about died laughing.
And to conclude this section of Janell! Live...
I finally got around to watching the Lethal Weapon series, something I was deprived of as my dad can't stand (and usually outlaws) anything that has a) sex, b) violence, c) swearing, d) all of the above. It was funny, a slightly better than average style buddy movie (read: gay as all get out. The only thing that saved it from being slashed is the fact that I don't want to even consider the idea of Danny Glover being naked. EVER.)
So I'm watching the fourth installment, thinking that really this is nowhere near as good as the earlier ones and all of a sudden good looking Asian guy wanders on. Then Asian guy does some really sexy moves and brutally kills some people in awesome ways. So I'm reevaluating the merits of this movie because of Hot!Asian guy and proceed to watch to the end. Credits roll and I do a face plant because I was such a moron and didn't recognize him as one of my favorite Hot!Asian guys. Yes ladies and gentlemen, I resign my crown as Six Degrees queen - I failed to recognize Jet Li. Seriously, shoot me.
