Sometimes……
Rants are best deleted, in the interest of self-preservation.
But I still don’t care.
Sometimes……
Rants are best deleted, in the interest of self-preservation.
But I still don’t care.
Know what?
Your wireless provider can retrieve your text messages – even if they’re deleted.
Oh, you already knew that?
K.
Just checkin’.
Cuz you know…you could end up famous.
Supposedly.
At least that’s what Starbucks founder/CEO Howard Schultz told the eleventy million Starbucks employees that they needed at a video training session. I guess the message was important enough to shut down every Starbucks store for 3 hours last night. If nothing else, it was a gutsy move.
“We’ve lost our way,” he began. *sniff*
As I slurp my own version of a Starbucks drink (regular coffee with sugar-free vanilla syrup and whipped cream out of the can), I ponder: can coffee have a “wow” factor? Will watching a barista take her time with the espresso drip and pour the foam onto my latte instead of spoon it, and make eye contact with me and smile make me go, Wow, man…?
Right now, the only thing that makes me go wow is the price. $3 for a cuppa. That ain’t wow…that’s more like shock and awe.
But hey. The ambience and experience of the tragically hip coffee bar figure into it as well, right?
Riiiiiiiight….
They just better by-golly be open when I get there this morning.
Yeah, I know. This is the blog post that screams, “I felt like doing absolutely no research for links this morning.” And it’s even a snow day. How lazy is that?
But in the interest of keeping my half-hearted promise to myself to write every day (it really does help one’s self-discipline and general creative function; you ought to try it), this is the 50 Trivial Things About Me post.
Coming up with 50 marginally interesting things about oneself is difficult. You should try that, too.
Whoa – that was difficult. And only 48. Ok, now you try it. I’ll wait here.
If I were honest with myself, I would have known that Johnny – who, by the way, is on the cover of January 2008’s Rolling Stone – wouldn’t win the Oscar for Best Actor. He’s gone on record repeatedly over the years, saying he couldn’t care less about winning a statue that would sit in his den and get dusty.
But I’m still depressed.
Time to go to school. And I gotta git me some of them dynomite purple glasses…