Daily Aggravations and Regrets: March 2006

Questionable bread

Opened my bedroom window blinds today to get some light and a little air, and I found... toast.

I live on the second floor, a good ways up from ground level, and the ledge is pretty narrow. So I'm having a hard time figuring out how this half-eaten piece of toast got onto my windowsill. Was someone eating by their window and dropped the toast accidentally? How did it manage to stay on the ledge? Was it put there on purpose? If so, to what sinster end? Yes, these are the larger questions to be pondered in these difficult times.

I had so much fun pondering all these questions, I decided to let someone else ponder them as well, and flung the toast down onto the tent set up by the spa below me.

Don't wanna close my eyes...

Caught the end of Armageddon on cable last night. Besides starring Bruce Willis, Ben Affleck, Liv Tyler, and Billy Bob Thornton, the movie is a virtual who's-who of the "That Guy" Hall of Fame. It rivals Con Air, another Bruckheimer/Bay production. It's got Buscemi, William Fichtner, a pre-star Owen Wilson, that guy who does the voice of the Quiznos baby, some English guy who's almost always evil, and that dude who plays the German engineer in the VW commercials (he was also the guy who put Buscemi in the wood chipper in Fargo).
It's nice to think of a time, long ago, when killer asteroids were the biggest threat to humanity. Simpler times...
But kind of creeping that Bruce Willis played Liv Tyler's dad and later on in real life they dated briefly.

Anyway, also notable is that Armageddon, released summer of '98, was the last movie I cried at. I'm not kidding.
No, seriously.

on my way home...

Dude sitting next to me on the train tonight, reading a book called Natural Cures "They" Don't Want You To Know About. The chapter he was reading was called "How to Never Get Sick Again" and seemed to detail some kind of machine that had been discredited by the FDA, despite its "obvious" health benefits. I can only assume that the pharaceutical lobby was to blame. Anyway, an excerpt read:
"The most advanced technology that I know of is by a man in Southern California. He treats several well-known celebrities. His technology is so advanced that no matter where you are in the world, his equipment can monitor you 24 hours a day and adjust your energetic frequencies."
That must be nice.

Hello, you fool...

Last year, for some reason, possibly due to boredom or some sort of half-baked idea, I started writing down the names and numbers of every cab driver I encountered. Whenever i get out of a cab, I try to remember the number anyway, in case I lose something. Anyway, on Saturday, Jed and I were in a cab, and it happened to be one of the few cabs I documented before I lost interest. Of course, I probably would've remembered without the list. You don't really forget a name like "Muhammed Islam" very easily. I s'pose it's possible that there are more than two cabbies with that name, but the cab number matched as well. For some reason, I always wonder things like "I wonder if I've ever been in this cab before?" Or if I'm in a bar, I often think "I wonder how many times i've used this exact glass before?" Well, as far as I know, I'd never been in the same cab twice before. So whoopee. What a weekend.
Along similar lines of "I wonder," yesteryday I was on the subway listening to my iPod, and I thought, "I wonder how many other people in the world are, at this exact moment, also listening to Roxette's "Joyride." I'm pretty sure I was the only one.
Speaking of Roxette, I've often said that if I were ever a professional baseball player, that would be the song I'd have playing as I stepped into the batter's box or came running out of the bullpen.
Also- for my job, I need to have a myspace account so I can look up the information of random bands. So I have exactly two friends, one of whom is the co-founder of myspace who is on everyone's friend list. So yesterday, I requested that Roxette be added to my friends list. I was a bit surprised that they even had a myspace page. What was the saddest part was that, while most bands on there have hundreds of fans, Roxette had 46. With any luck, they'll approve my request and it'll be 47.