Demoralized by Facebook

I got an e-mail in my inbox tonight from an application on Facebook, iRead. Basically you can enter all the books you have read, are reading, want to read, or would never read and rate and review them. I love to read and I find the application very fun and it has some cool features. For example, if their is a book you want to read, it will tell if any of your friends own that book so that you can borrow it from them. It's an amusing diversion.

So anyway, I get this e-mail from the application. The subject line is "Are you still reading Vanity Fair?" Yes. Yes in fact I am. Dude, it's like 1,000 pages or something. Don't be so darn accusatory, iRead! I'm getting there. I work 40 hours a week! I have a life! Don't question my commitment here, people. Sheesh.

Grouchy

Apparently George Bush feels the need to go to Africa. And they've decided he should spend most of his time in Tanzania. I do not want that man in my favorite country. The US has decided that Tanzania is a "success story" for it's developmental gains despite being one of the poorest countries in the world. Makes perfect sense to me.

A Not So Bright Spot

Dear Compact Fluorescent Light Bulbs:

I love your product. I really do. You help me be a better person. You help me save the environment and lower my carbon footprint. You simultaneously save me money in both your lower energy usage and your mega long life span. You are so wonderful in so many ways.

But you have a major flaw. Why, oh wonderful CFL, must you shatter into so very, very many pieces when broken? Moving is stressful and things are bound to get broken. But compact fluorescent you are truly a problem. Your pieces are so small, like thousands of grains of sand, deadly, sharp grains of sand. Your broken bits have adorned our carpet, shining like tiny flecks of glitter in what little light remains in your wake. We all know how hard glitter is to pick up, and you, my friend, are just as hard. So please, in the future, remain intact. Spare us the death defying clean-ups the the meticulous vacuuming. And live up to your long life potential.

Sincerely,
Caitlin

Two Quick Pet Peeves

Now that I'm home for Mexico and have had two whole days to loaf around my house, I have come up with fresh blogging ideas. Yay! First I'm sharing with you two things I recently discovered that kind of pushed my buttons.

1) When I order a Lite Latte at Dunkin Donuts, it bothers me that they ask me if I want whipped cream. I realize that they are just being polite and offering me the very American "choices." I'm ordering a Lite Latte. Obviously I want to save myself fat and calories. I have the will power. But then, they have to ask, "Would you like whipped cream on that?" And all my will power? It just fades away. "Yes! And while you're at it, can you add a side of fried lard and roll me out to my car?"

2) There is a Cheerios ad that shows the grandfather talking to his grandsons about tests and the grandfather is saying he has a test that morning that he hopes to score a 190 on. The grandson, of course, is astonished and says "oh you must be smart grandpa" or some such thing. The grandfather is obviously talking about a cholesterol test he's about to leave to have. While he's eating cheerios. This occurred to me as I was on my way out the door to my own cholesterol test yesterday morning. You can't eat before a cholesterol test! I wonder how many people walk into their cholesterol tests each day, puffed up with pride that they ate their Cheerios to get their cholesterol into the absolute highest range it can possibly be in without being considered unhealthy (because that's what I aim for all the time, I just want to squeak by with a pass, no doing better then average for me!), only to be told that they have to come back tomorrow. Thanks Cheerios!

Pet Peeves

Pet Peeves. . . . People that can't spell my name.

My name, for every one's information is spelled the CORRECT way. Caitlin is an Irish name that is not pronounced like it is here. It's more like Cathleen. Anyway, it's not some bastardization of Kate and Lynn. It's it's own unique name with it's own unique spelling. Then, the 80's has to come along and suddenly everyone gets together and decides to name their children normal things but spell it all screwed up. So now you have Kaitlyn, and Catelynn, and Katelin, and I'm like SPELL IT RIGHT! So now, my perfectly normal, spelled correctly name is an anomaly. And everywhere I go people spell it wrong. Because their niece or their granddaughter, or their cousin spells it Caitlyn or Kaitlynn and of course you must too even though it's completely WRONG. So when that happens I smartly respond, yes well I spell mine the traditional Irish way. Because it's an Irish name. And I look Irish. And it's better. One C, two I's, no E's or Y's. So bite me.

Pet Peeves

Pet peeves . . . People that don't know what chicken salad is.

Girl: What's chicken salad?
Panera Bread Worker: It's....chicken...with mayonnaise.
Girl: Does it come on...like a wrap or something?
Panera Bread Worker: We don't have wraps. It comes on bread.
Girl: oh