Wordly Messages From Myles About His Life.
In the world of Unending Facebook Privacy Flops, I thought I’d check out the released-via-filesharing lists of 100 million users that was announced earlier this week… to see if I was there.
I wasn’t.
Unless you still think my name is some version of “Mike” [no insult to you, Kalorrith, I salute your House].
Txt files over 1GB? Damn.
Be Seeing You.After work, whilst on my way to a local establishment, I walk into the local bookstore. I then walk onto the bookstore’s resident cat. In an effort to step off the cat as fast as possible, I trip onto the very same cat as he tried to get away as fast as possible from the idiot who had stepped on him. We both tried again and were both successful in our efforts.
Only I, however, was successful in gathering stares from the other Humans in the bookstore. I apologized, and a second time on my way out. All in all, I got a story at no harm to the cat.
If I didn’t know better, I’d join the circus.
Be Seeing You.Hearing “Be Seeing You” in a NCIS [a show about USN cops, secret spy activities, and crime scene analysis] was quite fun, especially from the particular character//actor it came from.
Be Seeing You.Whilst waiting for a friend at my favorite area bar, I was informed that prices had increased on most beers during happy hour by a significant amount. I was not affected, luckily, but still I noticed.
Whilst church shopping, a fatal car collision occurred at my current church. Obviously, something I missed in person but have been hearing and will continue to hear about for many a virtual millennium. Though part of me wants pictures in lieu of not being there [thank you, Captain Morbid], I do have a fairly good idea and holodeck of what happened [thank you, History Man & Imagination Boy].
Now, to hopefully dig my way to selling more stuff…
Be Seeing You.7am sharp, patriotic marching music drives by our place. Talk about waking up in The Village.
Whichever. Happy Independence Day.
Be Seeing You.Just when I exit the local grocery [a block away from home], I hear a female yell “Thief! Stop! Stop him! Thief, my purse! Stop that man! Thief!”. Her male companion follows suit.
I spy a young man dashing down the sidewalk with… a black purse. The woman and her man are chasing after to little avail.
A grocery worker dashes out from the corner nearest me to intercept, but fails. This thief is fast a la a football sprinter. A parking lot foot chase later, nothing other than a getaway car pulls up. The aft passenger door pops open, but the purse snatcher slowly rounds the trunk to enter the opposite side — then suddenly hurried once he sees that he is still being pursued.
The car squeals the 5 feet to the stop sign, tire smoke included, and left-turns away. Just as the victim, and her man, and the grocery worker, arrive to breathe the dust.
I make it home, drop off my groceries, and return to see any aftermath. There was none — the grocery worker was doing grocery worker stuff, the victim and her man were gone, and there was brief mention of a cop cruising by.
The first purse snatching I remember witnessing personally.
Be Seeing You.Many years ago, I purchased a particular belt buckle. Yes. I purchased a belt buckle [more than one, but that's beside the fact].
A few months ago, I purchased a buckle-less belt that — to me — matched my specific belt buckle. I have been wearing this belt//buckle combo at work [and elsewhere, given Life] as part of my get-up [see last post].
I’m rather glad of the belt and belt buckle. And subtly-fancy jacket.
Sort of that “growing into yourself” thing.
It helps to know that Kevin Costner’s “anti-oil/spill” device has actually gained traction. If he could possibly rise higher on my list, I’d like to know how.
Be Seeing You.