So Tuesday night I was looking to relieve the stress of the day, and a little mindless mayhem with Grand Theft Auto IV seemed like a fine way to accomplish that goal. A little while later, Amy and William came into the room. I should’ve turned it off at that moment, but thought, I just won’t do anything violent or reckless, and play for a few more minutes.
But alas, even when you’re being a careful video game driver, you’re still eventually going to bump into something. And that’s exactly what happened. I rear-ended a taxi, and of course the driver yelled “What the fuck!?” Then some digital bystander said, “Look at that shit!” and I knew it was time to turn it off. William didn’t really seem to notice, as he was occupied with monster trucks at the time.
When I got home yesterday, Amy told me that William had gotten in trouble at daycare for using bad language. Well shit. I guess I’m in big trouble. I prepared myself for the worst and asked, “What did he say?”
"He called one of his classmates a stupid poopy-butt."
I’m not trying to get into any kind of deep, spiritual discussion. It’s just a topic of conversation that came up over the weekend. Let’s say you were in the market to buy a home, built in 1855 in a historic Southern city. It seems awesome, but the previous owners say that there’s a mischievous spirit named Sarah who “likes to move things around and slam doors” who occupies the house. Would you want to buy it? I say yes, but Amy says no.
Not that I could buy the house in question. The house and the ghost story are real. The part where I’m in the market to buy any house is definitely fiction.
about rehearsing in an un-gated self-storage facility is when a fat, shirtless, drunk guy rides up on a scooter, cracks open a can of Steel Reserve, and interrupts practice to tell us about the time he met Carlos Santana.
In a departure from standard operating procedures for vagrants, he didn’t ask us for money.
Today the unbelievable happened, and on a Tuesday no less. The same coworker who usually brings me all awful things came to me with a problem they were having on the press.
I explained to him that it wasn’t really a problem and gave him the technical reasons why he should just stick with the set of plates that he had. I even ended the conversation with, “Just go deal with it,” which is what I always want to say but never actually do.
Usually, saying something like that is a guarantee that I will be making revisions and a new set of plates, but today he went away and used the plates he had and didn’t come back for the rest of the day.
I am the victor! But just this once. I’m sure I’ve used up my allotment of Tuesday victory for the rest of the decade.
You know, I completely understand why copyright holders pull things like their movies and TV shows down off of Youtube, but I’ll never understand why companies would take down their commercials from Youtube. Isn’t the whole point of a commercial for as many people as possible to see it? If some random person likes your ad enough to put it on Youtube, then hooray for your marketing department! Plus, your company gets free advertising.
Apparently this is not the case, as I’ve noticed several funny commercials over the past several months that have ben taken down because of copyright claims. I don’t get it.