No Particular Thang is the beginning of a series (like “The Ol’ College Try) that I’ll be resorting to when I can’t think of anything to write about for anything longer than a paragraph, or if there are so many different subjects to cover, that instead of writing a 5 page column, I give them a sentence or two’s worth of airtime (e-time, rather.) So it begins…
I have long complained about the dangers of driving on the I-15, here in Utah. My biggest complaint is against those who drive big trucks, don’t use blinkers, talk on cell phones, and run me off of the road (That is, my complaint is generally against those who do all of these at the same time.) I had the opportunity of meeting someone who fit every one of those descriptions a couple of days ago. I’ve decided that there ought to be a system that allows you to send an email to an address associated with a particular license plate so that you can vent off your frustrations in a non-violent and constructive way. Let’s say that “Joe Hunter with a Big Dodge Ram” runs me off of the road as he’s yapping on the phone with his friends about the last Ford Festiva he crushed into nothingness on the Salt Lake onramp. My proposed system will allow you to send an email to the driver of that truck, saying something such as “I’m the guy you ran off of the road three miles ago. I followed you home. I’m waiting for you in your driveway.” Then, for added effect, you could add a little smiley face emoticon. 🙂
WHY HAVEN’T I CLAIMED MY CASH?!!
Man, sometimes I have to take an introspective look at myself and just face the facts- I’m a loser. For instance, today I received an email from GROUPLOTTO, wherein they poured their hearts out, agonizing that I haven’t responded to their emails which informed me that there is up to 2500.00 dollars that I’ve yet to claim! I feel horrible. It’s not like I didn’t want to accept their generous offer. But I honest to goodness don’t recall having received ANYTHING from them. However, in order to remedy my mistake, I’m going to head on over to their site and give them some personal information, regarding my marital status, age, and email address. I hope that it’s not to late. On an unrelated note, I need to find out why I get so much spam.
This morning, I turned on the radio to a preset station and the infamous Marilyn Manson was on the radio. The song was called Mobscene, and I found it catchy. And then I went online to read the lyrics. And then I saw his picture. And then I realized he still sucks.
MAIN STREET PLAZA
There is an ongoing dispute between the City of Salt Lake and the LDS church. There is a piece of land that the LDS church owns, which stretches out for an undetermined (by me) length. Many have complained that there are a number of protesters who regularly picket, chant, and, well, protest against the LDS church. My point is not to share with you the trivial details of this case (which, by the way, is going all the way to the U.N., if folks don’t calm down.) My point is that IT IS TAKING UP MAJOR NETWORK NEWS BANDWIDTH. This little squirmish has been in the news for a couple of years now. As soon as we start to forget that the case exists, there will be some all-important update on how some protester got their feelings hurt because they weren’t allowed to protest on PRIVATE LAND. Whatever.
ON A POSITIVE NOTE
(Because it will appear as the first in this article), Wendy and I are moving into a home in about a month. We finally got sick and tired of renting an apartment, because, well, basically we’re just throwing our money down an end-less, bottom-less, placeyourownwordhere-less pit. Now we’re moving only a few short blocks away into our first home. Now that I think about it, we’re still going to throw our money away, because we’re renting this home too. Not to sound negative, or anything.