I’m about to go try to show this to the boys (and girls) over at the AGS forums. My first attempt at pixel art.
It’s coming along!
It’s times like these that I am reminded just how terribly unfair the world can be and just as much as it can be unfair, it seems it has been overly generous to me. Here I am, complaining about costs of things here and there and how “not fair” it is, when I hear about an earthquake on the other side of the world that has killed thousands of people in seconds and left several thousands more injured.
To make matters worse, it’s not as if Haiti is a country with plenty of money that can foot the bill of a massive clean-up. I know that we as a nation have sent a fair amount of help, and that’s good. But it’s never enough.
There’s no true purpose to this post today. Just thought I’d speak my mind. I donated 10 dollars to a Haiti medical center, I know it isn’t much, but I really hope it does something…
Know what I hate?
When you’re in a elevator and you’ve reached your floor, the doors pop open, and whoever is on the outside rushes into the elevator before you have a chance to get out.
…
Really?
Think about what this means.
If I’m getting out of the elevator, I’ve reached my current desired destination. The quicker I get out, the quicker I can be on my way. However, if YOU’RE forcing your way on before I get off, you can’t go anywhere until I’m off anyways, (unless of course you have the sheer audacity to hold me against my will in the elevator to wherever the hell it is you’re going) so why not look like, I don’t know, a NICE or CONSIDERATE person, and let me go first?
Due to this I think I’m going to take up standing absurdly close to the elevator doors while I ride them. That way when the doors open, not only will I scare most people waiting to get on, but for those asses who feel the need to push past me and get on the elevator first, I can beat them to it, or at least make it much more awkward and unreasonable for them.
I mean, I could never confront them about it. I hate confrontation. In fact, I’m convinced you could tie me up and throw me in a van without any explanation and I wouldn’t complain for at least an hour or so. But whatever.
Just let me off the elevator next time. Please?
Since I’ve been doing my own grocery shopping for the last month and a half I’ve noticed a lot of things about the grocery store that I’ve never noticed before.
1.) Older people like to stop. A lot. Not just a quick “oh I think I need…” or “I think I left the stove on and my house is probably burning down right now…” but a long stop with a spacey stare that suggests they’re trying to look through whatever it is they’re looking at. I can’t complain, though. I do the exact same thing. I’m just pointing out that the majority of folk who do it seem to be a bit elderly.
They stop mostly in the produce section, by the milk, and in the meats area as well. Ya know, the essentials.
2.) Some people have absolutely no shame.
I walked by a group of folks who literally smelled from a solid ten feet away. I really, truly wish this was an exaggeration, but it isn’t. It’s that kind of awful smell where you can actually taste the nastiness in the air. I actually didn’t buy the peas on my list in order to avoid running into them again.
3.) If you need something and you don’t know precisely where it is, you’re probably never going to find it. It’s almost as if you truly have to believe something exists before you can see it.