Posted 18 Jun 2013
Perhaps the reason that some storms lash out at the world is that they have no support network. They are emotionally isolated and vulnerable. People see those grey clouds coming and immediately begin to make disparaging remarks. It is probably very upsetting for those t-storms. They are so isolated.
My name for today, as given by the Starbucks barista, shall be Paul. You shall be Zeke.
Here’s to all the food-order-taking folk who intentionally or inadvertently re-name patrons on a daily basis.
With a name like mine, I take it as a given that it will be misspelled, and am pleasantly surprised when it is correct. In many instances, I simply preempt the issue by using the name Paul, since it is rarely misunderstood even in loud places.
I wonder if there are any names out there which never encounter the pleasure of a Starbucks-style rechristening.
After a recently published post about a homework-eating dog, there were some questions raised in the chickenmonkeydog editorial office about the artwork approval process.
Remember those days when you would jump into the grocery cart (or whatever name your culture calls it) and ride around without a care in the world?
Well, according to this cart, children will no longer have those memories.
Or adversely, because it’s prohibited, kids will do it even more, have even more fun, and cherish it even longer.
The verdict is still out how this will affect the growth of future generations, but one thing is for sure: it doesn’t say “no adults in basket!”
I am pretty sure that reading this book will NOT help you to be better surfer. It will certainly not help with surfing ‘street-cred’. Wave-cred would perhaps be better achieved by going outside and getting into the sea. Just a suggestion.