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So I was on CNN.com and saw this picture and it made me laugh. Just look at the faces.

(http://www.cnn.com/)

Bush: (Thinking) I shoulda practiced this like my aide told me to.

Man: (Thinking) It's been ten minutes. How hard is it to clasp this thing on?!

Must get ends meet. Must clasp. Must not let world know I struggle!

I don't know why he sounds like a caveman. Sounds like Geico commercial on my part.

Bush has such a concentrated look on his face. I find it funny. I'd hate to see his face when he ties his tie in the morning. Probably takes a half hour to do so, or Mrs George has to do it for him.

And to think the man holds the nuclear launch codes.

Phone Illiteracy

I don't get why people are so obviously dumb.

I'm thinking about this because not long ago I got a phone call. Didn't recognize the number but still answered. The conversations is as follows:

Me: Hello?
Lady: Hello?
Me: Yeah?
Lady: Is this 4304?
Me: No, 02.
>counfused pause<
Lady: Its not 4304?
Me: No.
>another pause<
Lady: Who is this?
Me: Katie.
Lady: Well I don't know you.
Me: Well, you have the wrong number.
Lady: I must.
Me: Yes.
Lady: Ok
Me: Ok. (Hangs up before she can respond)

Seriously. What the hell. I think I know my phone number woman! Why did it take three rounds for her to believe I wasn't who she wanted to talk to? I felt saying at one point, "No, this is really 5304. I'm just yanking your chain old woman."
Why? When I call a wrong number I don't question the other person! I say "Oh I'm sorry!" and hang up. People like that just dive me nuts. Some people are just really phone stupid. And it's happened to me before at home.

Me: Hello?
Lady: Is this Richardson's Butcher Shop? (ok so I don't remember the name exactly)
Me: No.
Lady: It isn't?
Me: No.
Lady: This isn't 7183?
Me: No it is 9183.
Lady: Oh.
Me: Yeah.
Lady: Well...*click*
I hung up on her, not gonna lie.

If I were working at said Butcher Shop, why would the lady think I'd deny it? I'd take her damn call and her damn order. I wouldn't blow her off. I just do not understand it.

My personal favorite is one from a few years back. I won't type out the dialogue but it consists of two girls calling my cell phone about three times asking for a person and even after I told them they had the wrong number the first time, they called back. So finally I just sent it to voice mail. And then they finally got it. Cuz I wasn't telling the truth before. It's like my voice mail was a shovel to their ditzy minds.

Ditzy Girl: (to her friend) Oh my god! Didn't he say this was his number?! It's like, some girl named Katie. That's weird!

I tell ya. Some people make me scared for the future. If they run the world then we're all fucked.

Fast movin'

My mind moves to fast.

I've come to that conclusion that my mind is a fast moving, crazy, wandering thing.

The question is, is it good or is it bad?

Is it good that a simple conversation can leave me in a wonder world of random thoughts? I can't even count the number of times I've checked out of a convo, finding myself lost in thoughts of the wacky random. I find that once I peel myself away from these thoughts, I always say to myself, "That'd be good in a movie." Is that weird? It very well could be. Oh well. That's the way things go.

But it moves so fast! Give me a subject, an action and a location and I swear I'll be gone. I'll hammer out a scene.

Yeah it is weird. I just need a job that I can use it for.

Mic Check One, Two...

So I am giving this whole blog thing a go.

A creative dump.

A fun place for me to rant.

Let's just see if I keep up with it!

I think I can. I'll make it a goal. I'm told one should have these in life. Here I am setting one. hoooray!!

Keep cool my babies!