July 25th, 2008


I saw this on someone’s Facebook profile and loved it, so now you get to read it, too.

EDIT: I read this one over at Toothpaste for Dinner and thought it fit the theme pretty well:

October 15th, 2007

Maybe It’s Just Me

I was riding in the car with a coworker the other day and I found out something that blew my mind.

On most car radios, there are six buttons that you can program to automatically go to your favorite radio stations. Some have more than that, but six is a sorta-standard. The FM band on radios goes from 87.8 to 108.0 here in the US, from left to right like you’d normally read ascending numbers.

Logically, then, if you’ve got six favorite stations, it makes complete sense to put them from left to right on your favorite buttons, lowest number on the far left, highest number on the far right. Right?

Apparently not to everyone. My coworker said, “Nuh uh. Your favorite station goes on the first button because it’s #1! Also, it’s closer to you [as the driver], so it’s easier to push.”

I could never bring myself to function in that way, but it got me wondering how many other people think like him. You know what that means… Poll time!

Please answer honestly, as this seemingly-simple poll could be the basis of someone’s life’s work on how people think.

May 18th, 2007

A Tale Of Two Trips

On Tuesday I went down to Indy to meet my brother (and Dr. S.) for dinner. They were in town for a two-day training seminar and Tuesday night was the best night for us to get together. Michael (mi hermano) emailed me where they were staying, so I Googlemapped it and printed out the step-by-step instructions. I studied the route a few times and obsessively looked at it every few seconds once I got to Indy, on the off-chance that I had missed a turn. I arrived at their hotel without incident, and Dr. S. knew the area well enough that we found the mall and places to eat without too much trouble. After dinner and walking around the mall a bit, I dropped them back off at their hotel and Dr. S. gave me directions back to the interstate.

In, out, no problem. Home by 11:30.

Now rewind to last week…

A friend of mine (who shall remain nameless) put up a “Hey, I’m going to Indy to get some camping gear, anyone want to go along?” post on his blog. “Sure, sounds fun,” I said. “Hey, while we’re there, can we stop by this one other store?” Sure.

So on Thursday I find the address to my store and print out the directions, making sure to get the phone number, just in case. He (let’s call him “L”) and another fellow (“B”) picked me up around 7 and we headed out.

About ten minutes into the trip, I ask L, “So, what’s this store we’re going to?”

L: “Oh, I’m not really sure.”

Me: “I’m sorry, what?”

L: “Well, I know it’s on 86th Street near the mall.”

(It should be noted at this point that there are about a grillion stores on 86th Street.)

Me: “Um, so you don’t know the name of the store?”

L: “It’ll be fine. We’ll find it.”

Me: “. . .”

L: “And if we don’t, it’ll be fine. We’ll be fine.”

Me: [strangled noise emanates from throat]

L: “If you’re so worried about it, call W. and have her look it up.”

Me: [dialing W. before he’d finished the sentence] “Okay.”

At this point, the conversation becomes downright surreal.

L: “Have her search for xyz.”

W: “Nothing. Oh, wait – is this it?”

L: “No… that doesn’t sound right. Wait, have her search for abc.”

W: “Is this it?”

L: “No… I don’t think so. Here, let me talk to her.”

Me: “You keep driving!” (We were, as they say, making good time. I didn’t want L. to be distracted.)

L: “Oh, wait, I remember. I went to the site and used their Site Locator!”

Me: “This information could have been handier twenty minutes ago.”

W: “Here is the address and the phone number.”

Me: “Bless you. You may have saved L.’s life and me from a lifetime in the joint for murder.”

Whew. That was a relief. Now to call the store to confirm their hours and where they are.

Disconnected. No alternate number given.

At this point, I am, of course, envisioning that we will be lost forever and I’m wondering how long it took the Donner Party to take extreme measures and I am kind of hungry already…

L: “Hey, we’ll just go to this other store. It’ll be fine.”

So we ended up going to the other store. And they didn’t have the stuff he was looking for. But then we went for Italian food and came back home and everything was fine. And we had a great time, to boot.

I’m not sure when I turned into this guy, but the idea of driving without a specific destination in mind just about killed me. I don’t do so well with the “no plans” parts of life, but not in every “no plans” part. That’s the part I really don’t get – why am I so OCD about some stuff, but not all stuff?