Often, small thoughts flit through my head that are humorous, but don’t really fit into any narrative structure. I’ve collected a few of them, and have decided to present them as a way to reintroduce myself to the blogosphere now that all of that gradschool stuff is behind me and out of my system. Add any strange thoughts you may have to the comment section. Please do, in fact. Then we can talk about em, and it’ll be rad. Seriously rad. Which brings me to my first thought:
I say rad more than is normal.
Why do rappers always want us to put our hands in the air? Wave them around like I just don’t care? It’s obvious that I do. And, as a corollary, what does putting my hands up actually do for the city of Detroit? Cut down unemployment?
I feel awkward when musicians tell the audience to do something, and even more awkward when the audience does, but the MOST awkward when the audience doesn’t. Perfect example – when the bass player, during a drum break, starts the clap along. Then we all have to follow, even though eventually it’ll fall apart sort of randomly. I feel bad for the people who are the last to be clapping. But if no one claps along with the bass player, oh man. Sucks for that guy.
It really bothers me when people use the word party as a verb. ”Do you guys party?” Party to me means gathering at someone’s house, having a little bit to drink and then having a dance party in a sweaty, unventilated living room. The word party is the noun for the gathering, not the verb for the actions. Also, saying party as a verb seems creepy in regular conversation, like it’s a polite way of asking “Do you take ecstasy and sleep around?” It does not mean going to a bar. And it certainly doesn’t mean spending anytime with you, dude who is too old to go out to da, or even the, club.
“Who” is a really weird word. Look at it. Really look at it. See? Weird. Told you.
I get a really big sense of accomplishment when I finish and mail back a netflix that I’ve had at home for more than 4 days.
Why don’t we make daylight savings time year round?
I think I’m a good dancer, but I also think I’m not as good as I think I am. Does this argument, taken to its logical conclusion, mean I think that I can’t dance at all. Or even, that I dance negatively?
I know we’re all supposed to hate cliches, but aren’t they popular for a reason? Dumb as a bag of hammers, while a cliche, is really, really descriptive. It just works.
Why do people that live in a city never do the fun, touristy things in that city?
I just happen to have a bag of hammers right here…