Misanthropy

The last two days have been absolute heaven as far as my morning walks are concerned. Not only has the weather been perfect, but I’ve changed my workout shirt. My regular one is waiting patiently in the laundry bin, so I’ve had to dig another one out of my t-shirt drawer. The one I selected was given to me by a buddy who does t-shirt design: it’s an eye-catching yellow with “BITE ME” prominently displayed across the boobs.

The reason I love this is because now the other exercisers leave me alone. I don’t understand what it is about someone speed-walking alone with headphones on that seems to scream “talk to me,” but that’s usually what happens. From a simple “hello” to a more involved “hey, how are you?” these other walkers/joggers/baby-stroller-pushers completely put aside the concept (immortalized by Rick Springfield) of “don’t talk to strangers” and feel it is their duty to make sure everyone else on that path is “doing OK.” Surely they must realize that even if I wanted to answer, by the point words could come out of my mouth, we’ve already passed each other and are, like two trains in a story problem, rapidly heading away from each other. To me, this intrusion into my personal bubble is just another part of the interpersonal buttinskyism that would have been considered rude in years gone by, but is now the norm in our society. But now… oh, now… with this shirt… I can see the smile start to appear on their faces as they approach (even the ones who don’t speak to you will always want to exchange a smile, because after all, we’re all walking on this sidewalk together!), but then as they get closer, their eyes dart down to the shirt. And the smile goes away. Hooray! It warms the cockles of this misanthrope’s heart.

I don’t think anyone has ever used the term “buttinskyism” before.

Best… Watch… Ever

I realized today that I’ve had my current watch for something like 2-1/2 years. It’s still running, it still looks cool, and I haven’t had to change batteries in it. Usually my watches die out after less than a year. What kind of endurance watch is this, you ask? Swiss Army? Rolex? Cartier? No, my friends. It’s the simple yet very very cool Lego Creator. Sure, they have Lego watches in other color combinations, but this one is by far the coolest, employing the classic Lego shades of blue, red, yellow and green.

In other, completely unrelated news, my hand smells like vinegar. I have a saucepan soaking in vinegar water, because even after a hearty scrubbing, it still smelled… strange. Oddly enough, the only term I can find to describe the smell is “old man.” Hey, I don’t pretend to understand it, I just fill it with vinegar and water and hope for the best.

Hooray for Mike McCready!

Pearl Jam Guitarist Goes Public with Crohn’s

I have so much respect for this guy for coming out about his disease. Crohn’s can be such an embarrassing topic, it’s hard to be open about just how sick you can be. I’m glad to see someone in the public eye speaking out about the disease. You can damn well bet that if I’m ever famous in any way, I’ll be more than open about my Crohn’s, because I know only too well the shame and pain and feeling of being alone that such a disease can bring.

Want to know more? Visit the Crohn’s & Colitis Foundation of America.

Who Will Be… YOUR… American Idol?

Clay did absolutely lovely tonight. Here, There and Everywhere is one of my favorite Beatles songs. Plus his Bridge Over Troubled Water was absolutely fantastic. But both Scott and I got the feeling, from the writing and production, that the producers want us to vote for Ruben. So I’ll be interested to see tomorrow’s results.

Best comments of the night come from Randy Jackson: “You blew your brains out with that song, man. You sang your face off.” Oooh, double ouch.

In other news, we went to see The Matrix: Reloaded this afternoon. It was good and all, but it just didn’t wow me like the original. I don’t even think I need to go see it again in the theater. But I’ll certainly see Revolutions when it comes out in the fall.

Shut Your Pie-Hole.

Well, it was a successful thrifting weekend for this Missy. Went out Saturday to my local Value Village and came away with just a top and a skirt. I thought my thrift karma was somehow off… usually I find more good stuff than that. Well, never fear, the karma is back. Today I went down south to the Renton Value Village and the Goodwill in Tukwila.

First stop, Renton VV. Found some great items, tried them on, many of them fit very nicely. So after leaving the fitting room, I found myself near the books, and decided to have a browse. I was barely into the books section when someone stepped up next to me. I didn’t pay the guy any attention… until he asked me very loudly, “what are YOOOUUUU doing here?”

Needless to say, I was a bit startled. I looked at the guy — probably mid-30s, very scruffy, with a big backpack over his shoulder and … the crazy eyes. I tried to figure out if I knew him from somewhere, because at least that would be a somewhat acceptable reason for this stranger to come talk to me. He asked again, “what are YOUUUU doing here?” I, being the witty wordsmith, replied with, “what?”

“I mean, what’s YOUR point in being here, sir? Just to look at cookbooks? What are YOUUU doing here?”

“Sir?” I queried. This asshat called me sir. And he’s totally inching closer to me. I realized a hearty “fuck off, buddy” might just gain me an injury of some sort. So I brought out the big guns with a “whatever, dude,” and walked out of the aisle. At the end of the aisle was a very nice guy who asked me if I was OK, he’d been watching and hadn’t been able to figure out if I knew the guy or not until I turned and stalked away. Nice Guy and I headed to the front, where we told the cashier what Crazy Eyes was doing. She looked over toward the books, and we all clearly heard the guy ask someone else, “what are YOOOUUU doing here?” She called security, and the guy was escorted to the doors, all the while protesting that he just wanted an application for employment. A short time later, as I was paying at the checkout, the Nice Guy came up to buy his stuff too. When he saw me in line, he grinned and asked me, “what are YOOUUU doing here?” We shared a chuckle.

The next, less eventful stop was the Goodwill. Not the best selection of pants, but they did have some nice dresses. Goodwill was having a 30% off sale on all women’s clothes in honor of today’s Hallmark Holiday, so I took full advantage. The exciting thing that happened at the Goodwill was an interaction I overheard between a father and child. The kid was in a cart, making standard kid noises. The father then came out with this gem:

“I am goddamn sick and tired of your whining! Now sit down,” and here’s where it got good… “and shut your pie-hole!”

Holy mother of pearl. I never thought people actually used the phrase “shut your pie-hole.” I just thought it was a comical phrase. But now I know the sick, sad truth. However, the kid was obedient, and his pie-hole remained closed the rest of the time I was there.

And so, the thrift haul for the weekend (which will be replacing a similar-sized pile of too-big items), for the low-low cost of $32 American: one halter top, one short-sleeved shirt, two long-sleeved shirts, two long skirts, two summer dresses (one of which is an incongruously labeled size 2), a pair of black loafers and a brand-new pair of black flip-flops (OK, those I got at Target, but they were only two bucks). So for what many people pay for one piece of clothing, I have acquired 8 garments and two pairs of footwear. Huzzah for thrift!