Ummm...

1) Why did I take the Cable Remote to the bathroom? (don't worry, left it outside the bathroom door.)
2) Why did I remember to pick something up on my way out but decide it should be my electric razor?

I like GRIMM

But even if the Detectives are on call 24-7 that wouldn't explain how the same sergeant and forensics team shows up any time of the day.  There are shifts in the homicide division just like any other police division.

What ever happened to...

1) The ability to Edit FaceBook posts without deleting the entire thing.  It was there for a while, I remember it.  I would like to fix grammatical errors as I see them but sometimes that is after 3 people have commented.

2) All the actual people on Google+.  I like G+'s interface and layout. Because of it's simplicity, at least the part I use. But I don't just want another news reader, I have 17 options in that arena.

3) there was something else... it'll come to me...

Do you remember...

I realize I'm edging up there in years (yes some of my friends were not born when I was in high school) but the "Let's See Who Remembers" internet meme is just getting dumb.  I mean, it was silly to begin with and it devolved to redundant but now people are posting things that my twelve year old nephew remembers.

Really, I mean...

Santa Claus is Dead...

at least he soon will be if pop culture hacks have their way.

     Let me explain.  There's a new Santa movie coming out this season called Arthur Christmas and it's trailer leads you to believe that Santa Claus is a position passed down through a family that keeps the spirit of Christmas alive.  Sounds good on paper, not opposed to the idea but I'd just like to say...

I WANT MY CHILDHOOD STORIES BACK!

     I know, I know, they're still there.  I can go watch them on tape or DVD or streaming whenever I want... at least most of them but what are we doing to the next generations by constantly re-inventing mythologies.  I agree that times change and stories morph and grow... but in my lifetime Santa has gone from a nice old man that delivers toys made by elves with unknown origins (of course egged into pop culture by Coca-Cola) to a point where now I don't know what to believe.  There are too many options to influence me one way or another... too many people in entertainment trying to decide what I should believe by placing it in front of me and seeing what I latch on to.

    What happened to the mystery? What happened to the sense of wonder because there was no explanation?  Can I have my own imagination back at least when it comes to Santa Claus?

(and F@#% you Lucas and your Midi-Chlorians)

Might Seem a little gross at first...

but it's really kind of interesting and an easy solution if you have this problem.

Growing Up! (or bitching about other people's bad habits) Part 1

Never buy a house with "Extra Space for Storage". If you don't have a clear reason for the storage space (ie, seasonal sports equipment that you use more than once ever other year) then you do not need "Extra" storage space. All it encourages is packrat/hoarding behavior. If you haven't used it in the last year then you don't need it. I don't care if your great-great-grandmother hauled it over from the old country, if it doesn't fit in the living space of your house then nine times out of ten all it will be condo space for rodents or cockroaches. What's the point in that!

It can seem hard to get rid of things but in this day and age we all have way too much! And it costs more to store it or repair it after it's been damaged by little teeth. Especially massed produced, cheap ass shit you bought at a big box store! Get rid of it! The 13yr old in Thailand doesn't care whether you kept it or not. He doesn't think that table leg he cut for you is a piece of art and he'll never see you cause he probably will die of a disease that we haven't heard of.

I admit I'm unsympathetic. I'll admit I'm thrifty and don't have many "nice" pieces of great furniture. But I like most of what I have, I'll only move the things I like (if we ever relocate) and I hope the rest of my furniture finds a nice home where it will be appreciated as a great holder of some important object for a really cheap price (usually free cause I get tired of trying to sell things.)

Oh, and stop throwing paperwork into a box and putting it into the corner. We're all too old for that shit. You have to face the music sometime. If you don't like bills then move to the rainforests and cut yourself off from the rest of "civilized society." I don't agree with our entire societal structure but I live within it and most days that means dealing with paperwork and bureaucracy in order to live in a world where I have an ipod, skype, netflix, running water, consistent electricity supplied to my home, a roof over my head that doesn't leak and that I didn't construct, and (currently my favorite) the ability to travel from one side of the country to the other in less than 12hrs.