Sunday, October 27, 2013

He Forgot ...



I have interesting acquaintances ...


Me: McWhoops ...

Acquaintance #1: Things like this happen. England is a very bland place - easy to miss.

Acquaintance #2: Plus he didn't know it went all around the country.

Acquaintance #3: Well, it's easy to miss, they just put it in.

Me: ... wait ... wait ... wait ... it goes ALL around the country ... ?!!??

Ac. #3:  So it would seem.

Me: Did I miss the memo ... ?!? When exactly did this happen ... ?!?

Ac. #3: Couple weeks ago. It was kinduva last minute thing.

Me: ... I need to keep more up to date on world events, obviously ...

Ac. #3: Well, there wasn't much said in the media about it.

Me:... well ... one would think the media would want to be a little more on the uptake about something like this being the cap'n crashed his vessel into the new coast ... yes?

Maybe it's just me, but that seems kinda important.

And, at the very least, England could have made their afternoon teatime productive by shooting some word of the new obstacle.


Ac. #3: Good point.

Me: ... the only kind I make ...

Ac. #2: You two should take this act on the road ...

....... Ruprecht ( STOP )




Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Shirked Unbelieva-Duties



It's come to our attention there might be folks out there not familiar with The Unbelievables

I know ... difficult to comprehend. But sometimes the truth is just that: The Truth.

After minimal infighting (hokay ... there was a lot of infighting, actually) Jeff, Clark and I drew straws and Clark came up with the short one ...

... which, in retrospect, wasn't necessarily a bad thing because he did an excellent job coming up with a pretty succinct history of The Unbelievables.


So go access that link and get schooled. 

Because being bad (and uninformed) is just no good.

....... Ruprecht ( STOP )

Saturday, October 12, 2013

Meanwhile ...


... at yet another gang initiation ...




.......... Ruprecht ( STOP gang initiations

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Only 50%

  
"I feel I'm only half the monster that I once was ..."
"... now ... I'm just somebody that I used to know ..." 

.......... Ruprecht ( STOP )
Thank you, Yvette Thomas
 

Monday, October 7, 2013

Pick A Winner




Autumn. It's been with us a few weeks now.

The changing of the seasons. The demarcation of summer into fall. When the leaves begin turning colorful hues. When the arrival of the evening comes noticeably earlier. When temperatures start dipping and we begin to feel cooler breezes waft through the air.

Some call it the "autumnal equinox." Others "fall." But autumn doesn't just guide the above into our notice. It isn't merely the harbinger of end-of-year holidays and festivities.

Apparently, it also ushers in the "fall" of common sense, too ...

Over the weekend, I found myself craving Chipotle, a
favorite fast food joint, one of the very few I really like. I'm a big fan of their barbacoa burrito with all the hot, spicy fixings. With an early dinner savored and completed, I started leaving the establishment only to be virtually steamrolled by a couple of incoming patrons.

Now, generally, it's a common courtesy to hold the door open for folks, whether you're coming or going. At least it is in my sphere of influence. The courtesy is extended at different times and in varying situations depending on many variables - who gets to the door first, whether folks are handicapped or disabled, older folks, kids, large parties of people, all sorts of things. But, in this particular instance, I was subject to a couple who were not open to giving any quarter to anyone nor who couldn't give a rat's ass.

I was at the door and had begun opening it to leave when up the curb they leapt, seemingly to bulldog toward the opened door. I barely had time to get out of their way as the swooshed right on through. Never did their heads lift to see who was holding the door, never did their eyes make contact with mine. As a matter of fact, the girl of the pair seemed to make a concerted effort to weave around so as not to bump into me.

They wound their way into the restaurant without a word of acknowledgment, without a nod of appreciation, without a wave, without even a muffled, under-the-breath "thank you."


And you know what? That's all right. They might have been deep in conversation right up to the point they zoomed into the place. They could have been miffed at each other for all I know, not willing to break their heated concentration between themselves. If that was the case, I could understand that.
 

But I don't believe that for a moment. They were simply rude. How do I know? Because I barked out a gruff "You're welcome!" as the door shut behind them. And I made certain they heard me. They never bothered to turn their heads.

Nothing. No turn. No wave. No tip of the head. Nothing. They were just didn't give a rat's ass.

But ... there are even ruder folks out there, folks. It so happens I was in yet another place a few days later. As I made my way through throngs of teenagers just let out from school, I managed to make my way to one of the few tables available. As the place was packed, there weren't too many spots open. The one I was fortunate enough to sit at, however, afforded me a terrific view of a woman ... flossing and picking at her teeth.

And let me tell you something: She was going to town. Those picks were working overtime on her teeth. Then she pulled out floss to clean between her teeth. And then more floss. And then more floss. She was going through it so quickly I thought I saw smoke coming from her mouth. I'm not kidding.

This little show went on for a long time. 8+ minutes to be precise.

Which leads me to ask the question: Who does this? Who is rude enough to sit in plain sight of strangers who are eating and literally pick your teeth smack dab in the middle of them all?

I was tempted to recruit a couple teenagers at a nearby table and get them to move to seats near her, put our chins in our hands and just stare at her. And then I had a better idea: How about sitting directly across from her and watch her intently? I figured if I did that she wouldn't pick at her teeth in public ever again. (Who was I fooling? Of course she would ... but it would give her second thoughts before she did so.)

But my actions would have been just as rude as her personal little dental hygiene show. It's not like me to sit idly by and letting something like that take place without capitalizing on it in some way. But I knew that would have been just as rude as her actions. Still ...
 

I mean ... it's not just me that stumbles on this stuff and these people. My buddy Clark Brooks on the other coast has run into folks whose common sense has left them as well.


So I ask: Where did common sense go?
It must be gone with the summer wind?


.......... Ruprecht ( STOP )
Careful. The man below could sit at your table for no reason other than to embarrass you in public.