Wednesday, June 22, 2011

In Mercia!? The Coconut's Tropical!

So here I come crawling back to all of you with my tail in between my legs. It's been a while. I apologize profusely. Blah blah blah. There, we're friends again, yes? Yes.*

So as some of you may know, I went on a cruise vacation with my awesome family this last weekend. It was an amazing time and we shared many a laugh. I have decided that I will also share said laughs with you all in tonight's note. First, we have the quote of the week. This quote was uttered** by my little sister, Elizabeth. We were watching the welcome aboard show and the cruise director came on stage to let us all know who was planning all of our fun for the week. At one point, he asked for the newlyweds and literally no one responded. As a joke, he asked "I wonder where all the newlyweds are?" Elizabeth, being 12 years of age, did not quite understand what he was hinting at. All she knew is that it was getting late and that as such, people were probably tired. So she decided to give her opinion as to where exactly they were:

"IN BED!!!!"

My little sister, everybody. I've taught her well.***

Now that we've explored the quote of the week, we shall explore some of my random thoughts during this vaca.† First, my entire family got sunburned. In Canada. I...don't even know what to say to this. I'm leaving this one to Mike and his mother to explain.††

While on the cruise, I saw an older couple taking pictures together. This might have been cute, except they were taking pictures on the stairs. You know, those things people use to travel from one floor to the other. The things that you don't just sit on. For any reason. Especially if that reason involves sitting completely still with a stupid smile on your face while the line to take the stairs††† backs up to the previous floor. And if possessive your‡ a staircase and you are‡ one purpose in life is to have people walk all over you 24/7 and you can't even do that right, then...well...I'll let you decide what drastic action to take.

Can I just make a statement real quick? Not like any normal statement, but a statement that shall be classified as complete, irrefutable fact. I can't hear any of you because you're reading this after I've written it, so I'll assume your answer is yes. Taking pictures of people while they attempt to enjoy their dinner is a horrible idea:

Camera lady: "Can I take a picture of you three on that side of the table?"
Me: "What? I have food in my mouth."
*Snap!* ‡‡

Yea, they do that. And as if that isn't bad enough, the cruise line then tries to sell you these pictures. That's just mean.

On these cruises, they have what's called a "Coke Card."‡‡‡ If you purchase a Coke Card at the beginning of the week, you get free coke the rest of the week by just flashing your card. The card is around $50, so I make sure it's worth it by drinking enough Coke during the cruise to kill a cow. One day for lunch, I ordered a Coke from this guy and finished it rather quickly. I returned about 10-15 minutes later and asked for another. He gave me a look I can only describe as skeptical disappointment and then quite seriously, as though he were talking to a smoker with cancer asking for a cigarette, asked "Another Coke, Chris?" Um...yes, please. I ordered 10 more Cokes from him on the spot.****

One of the most interesting†††† things I saw this week was a woman flossing. While walking. Yea, she was just walking along, minding her own business and....flossing. How did this happen?

Woman: "Oh man! I need to be on the other side of the boat to see my boyfriend and I need to flossurgently but I only have time to do one of those things! Wait...I have an idea...."
*Cue some kind of lame superhero music.*

And thus, the superhero Floss Woman was born. I was going to say that she'd be a fad that wouldn't last, but if we're being honest with ourselves, she probably won't even be a fad to begin with.

Friend 1: "Man, I have so much stuff in between my teeth."‡‡‡‡
Friend 2: "Floss Woman! We need your help!"
*Cue that music again.*

Yea, "Friend 2" is some friend. Guys, if I ever complain about having things stuck in my teeth and you call some random woman to floss it out, I will strangle you with the string of floss that she uses. Or with another string of floss if she does what I'm now dubbing "floss-and-runs" in order to avoid any inevitable lawsuits. Crap, I'm developing her character, this needs to stop.

I'll close with something that happened as we were leaving our cruise and heading toward our car. We had to wait in a line to get through customs and while we were there, this obnoxious Indian dude just up and cuts in front of half of our family like it was no big deal. He's sitting there waiting in line when he realizes that he just doesn't want to wait anymore. So he just steps in front of four people and then turns and waves his wife over. We decided to be polite about things by trying to get in front of him nonchalantly since, you know, he just kind of stole our place in line. Then, get this, he starts glancing back at us with an annoyed look as though we were cutting in front of him. He kept giving us annoyed looks while trying to position his bag in our way so that we couldn't get around him. And he did all this while trying to cut in front of the rest of my family. He underestimated us. We got to customs first. Sellek win. *Cue awesome superhero music.*




*Yes.

**Or screamed.

***She obviously didn't mean it that way, losers, she's 12.

†If I ever use this abbreviation or anyone like it again, kill me. Slowly.

††And yes, all of us were giddy about being in Canada because we know a Canadian family. If you think this is stupid then....then....you're stupid. Stupid.

†††Please tell me I'm not the only one who thinks that a line to use the stairs is completely nonsensical. You walk down them. Nothing about that action should require waiting.

‡This has been a mockery of teenagers everywhere. Your welcome (teehee).

‡‡Yea, I couldn't think of a better onomatopoeia for the sound cameras make.

‡‡‡This may just be a name my family invented and started using as though it was universally known. This could explain some weird looks we've gotten...

****Not true at all. But I probably should have. What does he care if I order another Coke??

††††Or straight-up inexplicable...

‡‡‡‡Since...you know...that's such a common ailment. And one that friends share with one another. And...yea, shut up.





Friday, May 6, 2011

And That, My Liege, Is How We Know The Earth To Be Banana-Shaped

ATTENTION EVERYONE!  I HAVE JUST BEEN HANDED A TERRIFYING AND SHOCKING NEWS REPORT, AND I ASK THAT YOU ALL...

Wait, why does this sound familiar?  Crap, I've done this joke before, haven't I?  One second.  *Finds the post from one month ago.  Sighs.*  Great.  Now how am I supposed to start this post?  Uh...

Well, I feel like a congratulations is in order for every single one of you because, as of last week Friday (April 29), you have all made it through one year of my blog posts!  And to think that those of you who have been here from the start (me, me, and me, for starters) haven't given up on me!  Or gotten sick of reading these!  Or...okay, let's be honest.  You guys freaking love me.  Seriously.*  The fact that I've actually kept up with these, though, is seriously a big deal.  Like really big.  Like....*tries thinking of a cool simile/metaphor and fails*...like big.  *Awkward pause.*

Oh man.  I'm hyped up on caffeine again.  Which is more of a warning for those reading than anything.  Honestly, though, I feel like these turn out better when I'm on a caffeine high.**  Seriously though, how have any of you survived these footnote mazes??

I've been quite excited about today's blog post because of the plethora of ideas my amazing brain has been coming up with the past couple of weeks.††  I'll be forced to only share a couple of them with you here tonight.  So those of you with seatbelts or seat-straps (ie none of you) strap yourselves in and get ready for blog-y awesomeness!  *Jumps into the air while yelling "YEA!" and then freezes there.  Fade to black.*

I have a confession to make to all of you.  I am deathly afraid of garbage disposals.  Not like the sound that they make or anything like that.  But when something drops down that drain and I have to reach in to grab it, I'm horrified down to the core of my soul that it'll somehow manage to gain sentience, turn itself on, and turn my hand into a fingerless, bloody stump.‡  Or that somehow, probably through a freak accident where some other inanimate object gains sentience, said possessed object will hit the garbage disposal switch and turn it on while my hand is still in there.  Stupid Final Destination trailer.

Google has been entertaining me a lot recently.  For a while, they had this little notification that boasted about their upcoming new-and-improved ad system.  Their new ads, Google promised, would be "better."‡‡‡  Finally, I signed into my Gmail account one day to find that little disclaimer gone.  In its place was an ad for immigration lawyers.  Guys, Google's racist.  Another bit of hilarity from Google: I spotted an ad (probably for the 4 tourists that come here every few years) exclaiming about "365 things to do in Raleigh!"  Pfft.  Yea, that list is probably not the same thing listed 365 times:  

1) Visit tobacco field A!
2) Visit tobacco field B!
3) Visit tobacco field C!
...
123) Visit cotton field A!
124) Visit cotton field B!
...
364) Visit corn field W!
365) Also, there's movie theaters.****

Seriously, though, there's gotta be at least 100 duplicates.  At the minimum.

One last question before I leave.  What's this thing with tanning?  Seriously, when I get married, I donot want my wife to be crazy tan.  Okay fine, I'll agree that it turns up the attraction level a tad, but here's my thing: do you know how much I (assume) I'll love having a wife without skin cancer?  A lot.  As in, more-than-I'll-like-having-a-tan-wife a lot.  Seriously.  When you're comparing a slightly less attractive woman who's still smoking freaking hot to a dead woman who's tan...I don't know, I just don't see the dilemma there.  Seems pretty cut-and-dry to me.  But, as you've probably figured out by now (especially if you've been reading for the whole year), I am crazy.  So maybe I'm missing something.  I don't know.




*Shut it.

**Probably a tad more difficult to follow, but better.  Somehow.***

***I like turtles.†


††No sarcasm here.  Like, seriously.  I know, I almost didn't believe it.  But then I realized that not believing it would be stupid because....I, of all people, should know when I'm being sarcastic.  I mean, right?†††

†††Okay, no more caffeine late at night, I promise.  *Snickers uncontrollably.*

‡I'm mostly afraid of the fingerlessness.  I'm kinda attached to those little dudes.  And seriously, there was absolutely no pun intended there.  How lame do you think I am?‡‡

‡‡If you answered "lame enough to start two consecutive blog posts the same exact way", then you are a jerk.  Yea.  Chew on that for a while.

‡‡‡That's seriously the only way they described them.  "Better."  I'm thrilled.  Although I guess I can't really get on their case for having bad advertising for their advertising.  When they start advertising for their advertising for their advertising, though, I'm totally calling their plagiarism of Inception.

****See?  It's actually not  the same thing 365 times!