I’ve got a new elevator behavior that I hadn’t posted previously.  It’s not an annoying habit of others; rather it’s more of a curiosity.  I’ve never understood the guy that stands with his nose a mere inch from either the front wall or door.  If your breath creates fog on the elevator door, you’re too close.  Why be this close to a public area where there have been multiple dirty hands and filthy coughs polluting the surface?  Is it because of shyness that you don’t want to make eye contact?  Is this person simply wanting to get out of the ele ...

Now that I know there isn’t a chance in hell of my paint job ever being complete, at least not through my shyster neighbor, I’ve decided to report his “business” to the Georgia Better Business Bureau.  Below is my final letter to him and I will edit this post if he replies.  Of course, when I get hoodwinked, like I did this time, my only satisfaction is now to tweak him in the only way “manly men” take offense – by calling out his manhood.  Here’s what I sent him last night.  For my contracting friends who read this, I don’t lump you in to the group I’ve listed below.

I have ranted on how age is quickly creeping up on my generation.  While in college, it was odd to see “up and coming superstars” who were my age splash onto the scene for any sport.  They were in the process of making millions while I was still making pyramids with beer cans and balancing my checkbook down to the last 7 cents.  It was at this time when I had a fraternity brother write a check for me for 16 cents to Columbia House (one of the few times I actually paid that company) since I didn’t have that much in my account.

It can be difficult to understand different dialects of our own language – whether it be southern or northeastern or British (AKA the King’s English).  In Scotland, it’s extremely difficult to decipher their version of English, which contains words we simply aren’t familiar with.  Slang is not only regional, it’s also generational.  If any of use said “Gag me with a spoon” to someone who is 18, they’d give you a blank stare, much like the response I got when I made a “Rock the Casbah” reference to a new college grad the other year.

I’ve praised the advent of the Digital Video Recorder for saving me so much time and allowing me to never have to see a commercial.  The DVR will earn its keep yet again tonight when I record what used to be a watch-every-minute-of-it TV event – the MTV Video Music Awards.  I’m sure part of this stems from the fact that I am not part of the MTV demographic anymore but there really isn’t a channel for someone who is of VH1 age but prefers Headbanger’s Ball or the old 120 Minutes alternative show.  The MTV Music Awards Show used to be the one show I looked forward to for its spontaneity and memorable performances and that has been sorely lacking the past few years.