They mean you stop at the intersection. If no one else is there, you then proceed on your way. If someone was there first, you let them go, and then you can. Should you arrive at the same time as someone else, the person to the right goes first. OR, you could do what I always do and make sure I never arrive at the same time as the other person, so as to avoid the awkwardness that typically ensues. What I am really trying to say is
STOP DIRECTING TRAFFIC AT A STOP SIGN!!!!
Any intersection containing stop signs is already governed by a clear set of rules. Some people seem to use stop sign intersections as a stage for traffic cop practice. My favorite are the people who wave me to go even when I was clearly there before them. Guess what assholes? I know I got there before you. Save your arm the desperately needed workout and let me continue on my merry way. I was going to go anyway.
Then there are the scourges of humanity who will get to an intersection before everyone else and still sit there and wave everyone to go ahead of them. JUST DRIVE. The rest of us do not want to be waved. We want you to grow up and act like your driving test was more than a five-minute loop of the neighborhood.
I am going to try to blog more often. It can be fun. Plus, I have a lot of ideas.
Bacon should be its own food group.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
They Are EVERYWHERE
Weirdos. You know who I am talking about....
Those people that stand in line at the store and have an intense and seemingly productive conversations with themselves.
That group of people who have the discussion that no one else in the restaurant want to hear just cannot help but listen to due to the hilarity of the discussions.
That person in class who thinks that everyone wants to hear whatever they have to say about the topic of discussion no matter how stupid their thought actually is.
Those people who have the look. You know, the ones who wear every day the kind of attire you wore on Tacky Day back in high school.
More to come. Sorry I took so long between posts and that this one was short. I will attempt to do better since I know you eat it up.
History does not repeat itself. People are just still stupid.
Those people that stand in line at the store and have an intense and seemingly productive conversations with themselves.
That group of people who have the discussion that no one else in the restaurant want to hear just cannot help but listen to due to the hilarity of the discussions.
That person in class who thinks that everyone wants to hear whatever they have to say about the topic of discussion no matter how stupid their thought actually is.
Those people who have the look. You know, the ones who wear every day the kind of attire you wore on Tacky Day back in high school.
More to come. Sorry I took so long between posts and that this one was short. I will attempt to do better since I know you eat it up.
History does not repeat itself. People are just still stupid.
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Because this class bores me and the teacher pisses me off....
I am sitting in the most amazing class ever: Geography 1001. This is one of those classes where all the students are on their laptops, cell phones, or iPods the entire class. The "teacher" spends all 2 1/2 hours reading the slides he has already posted online word for word. Yes, classic college education.
This guy acts like none of us have ever heard anything about the rest of the world. Or that we are all extremely ignorant.
Hey Teacher: You know why none of us look like we are paying attention? BECAUSE WE ARE NOT! You are BORING. This class is a waste of our time. This is 2011. I do not have to show up to class and be read to. Post your slides online, tell me when to show up for the tests, and we can both move on with our lives. Well whatever, I need to get back to my video game.
If life hands you lemons, sell them. Duh.
D.B
This guy acts like none of us have ever heard anything about the rest of the world. Or that we are all extremely ignorant.
Hey Teacher: You know why none of us look like we are paying attention? BECAUSE WE ARE NOT! You are BORING. This class is a waste of our time. This is 2011. I do not have to show up to class and be read to. Post your slides online, tell me when to show up for the tests, and we can both move on with our lives. Well whatever, I need to get back to my video game.
If life hands you lemons, sell them. Duh.
D.B
Monday, February 28, 2011
In the beginning....
Well hello there. I have no clue as to your reasons for reading this, but I will tell you my reasons for creating it. If that is not what you want to hear, I really do not care.You have no say in the matter.
I have been considering starting a blog for a long time. I felt like I needed a space to share my most random, maniacal, and interesting thoughts. I plan for most of my posts to be short and sweet. Well, short anyway. So sit back, relax, and enjoy.
WHY IS THERE NEVER ANY MILK?! No matter how much I buy, it always seems like there is none left. Or I find myself in the most frustrating of situations where there is still milk in the bottom of the jug, just not enough to do anything with. You cannot make cereal because only the bottom third would be soggy. There is not enough to bother pouring into a glass. No recipe known to man calls for "that small amount of milk your roommate left at the bottom of YOUR jug and decided that it was best to let you discover for yourself." There are always plenty of eggs. We all own more butter than we can stand to look at without feeling queasy. I doubt there is anyone who does not have two or three opened packs of shreaded cheese tucked in those inconvenient drawers. But I can almost guarantee that, for almost everyone, there is little to no milk.
You cannot always be right. Left is just as good.
D.B
I have been considering starting a blog for a long time. I felt like I needed a space to share my most random, maniacal, and interesting thoughts. I plan for most of my posts to be short and sweet. Well, short anyway. So sit back, relax, and enjoy.
WHY IS THERE NEVER ANY MILK?! No matter how much I buy, it always seems like there is none left. Or I find myself in the most frustrating of situations where there is still milk in the bottom of the jug, just not enough to do anything with. You cannot make cereal because only the bottom third would be soggy. There is not enough to bother pouring into a glass. No recipe known to man calls for "that small amount of milk your roommate left at the bottom of YOUR jug and decided that it was best to let you discover for yourself." There are always plenty of eggs. We all own more butter than we can stand to look at without feeling queasy. I doubt there is anyone who does not have two or three opened packs of shreaded cheese tucked in those inconvenient drawers. But I can almost guarantee that, for almost everyone, there is little to no milk.
You cannot always be right. Left is just as good.
D.B
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