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The Grizzwells

Leave it up to Fate

I’ve been thinking the last couple of days about what topic to write about to interest my readers. The ones that have subscribed until now are either my best friends or those who have the same type of humor that I do: smart, dumb, random and nerdy. Inspiration has struck. Finally.

I have opened iTunes and will press play, hear one phrase, write it down, and then press “forward,” where iTunes will shuffle and find another random tune. I may skip two songs, rearrange phrases for comic purposes, and add a couple transition words every now and then.

I wonder if this will actually make sense. Enjoy!

Waitin’, watchin’ the clock; it’s four o’clock
Lazy yellow moon comin’ up tonight.
Four wheels tearin’ up a fresh green pasture,
Wind blowin’ on my face,
I got a pocket full of sunshine.
I would have given you all of my heart,
when I dropped to my knees in that field on your daddy’s farm.

Baby, I’ve been drifting away
I don’t know where I’m goin’,
I got my toes in the water.
I could hide ‘neath the wings of the blue bird as she sings.

I came to dance
Where the boys are.
Well I walked in, the band just started
Five p.m. rolls around,
Time goes by so slowly.
He didn’t have to wake up
I’ll never forget the first time that I heard,
“The lady that I know just came from Colombia. We met on the highway.”
It’s strange to hear your voice
I don’t want to hear about it anymore.

I was sittin’ on the doorstep
Phone rings, baby cries, TV, diet, guru, lies, “Good morning hunnie”
You told me, “I want a girl that won’t talk back.”
I close my eyes.
“Baby girl, I’ve been watching you all day.
Lay your head down on my shoulder.”
Just look at us, dust on our hearts.
How am I supposed to breathe without air?
All he could think was, “I’m too young for this.”
Seein’ you sittin’ alone
Honey, why you callin’ me so late?
“Because it’s a bittersweet symphony, this life.”
I will remember you.

I’m enjoying this. I can’t believe this became something. Can’t wait to do this again next time I’m bored hahahah

Ciao!

If an architect did this, he’d be fired.

A [Facebook] Ramble

     When someone updates their status on Facebook, two things are most likely going to ensue: the status can be liked by a person’s friends or a friend can leave a comment.

     I seem to have a problem with the ‘like’ button. ‘Why in the world, PrettyNerd, does this matter?’ you might ask me. I’ll tell you why - it’s the difference between a shrimp and a whale, tolerance and appreciation… LIKE and flipping LOVE.

     Both show a positive emotion, of course. Both acknowledge what was said, but if further analyzed, this (seemingly trivial) post shows some of the real intentions behind the actions. Like I said – shrimp vs whale.

     A ‘like’ shows that one agrees with the emotion, idea, thought or belief that was posted. Aquaintances are most likely to ‘like.’ They don’t need to start a conversation or rekindle a lost friendship – they just say “yes. you have a point.” and move on to the next ‘friend.’ This kind of bugs me – it’s the impersonal side of facebook that I don’t want infiltrating the social network. They’re not engaging in a conversation with me – they are simply nodding at my words. That’s like twiddling your thumbs during a meeting at which you’re being lectured. The facebook status might be a short type of lecture, but if you just kind of nod, you’re not contributing to the meeting or discussion. This makes the facilitator (or status writer) sad.

     A comment goes way beyond a simple acknowledgment for me. Instead of just smiling at my statuses, the friends who comment my statuses seem to be going out of their way to contribute to the  ’meeting’ going on on my facebook. A comment furthers the topic started and even opens the opportunity to make plans with a friend I haven’t seen in a while. When a friend ‘likes’ my status, where am I left to go? Am I to go to their wall and type “Thanks for liking my status! I’m so glad you agree with me!” — Sorry, but this would get tiring (and a tad annoying). Certainly, liking is great for showing that human beings actually agree with something or someone (especially when someone’s status is awesome enough to get 25+ people to like it).

     After a birthday party of mine (the first and last ‘big’ party i had during my high school years),  I learned that in the debate of quantity versus quality, the latter definitely wins. I had invited a lot of people, then realized my ‘real’ friends were those who helped me clean up afterwards – not just the ones who were drinking all the booze and riding out the buzz. I invited around 20 people… only 3 people helped me clean up. These 3 people ended up becoming my best friends (and the current commentors on my facebook statuses haha).  

Point is, while one might be loving their 30+ ‘likes’ – I’m enjoying my minimal comments (or even the 7+ coments that are only between 2 or 3 people). It might be silly, but I think the facebook friends I have that comment my statuses are my real friends.

Because if you think about it, writing a facebook status is like holding up a poster with your current thoughts written on them, walking down the street.  The friends that ‘comment,’ are the ones that stop and chat, showing their genuine care and concern. All these others (the ‘likers’) just kind of wave and walk by.

Let me ask you:

Which are the more genuine friends?

I love when things unintentionally fit another ;)

Hahaha totally not dirty, but this made me smile. I also realized the nerdy, giggly cells in my prettynerd body were really getting a kick out of it, so -

Seize the Day (Chorale) to Bad Romance

I wish I had this cat

so that I could buy the domain kittynerd.com and be the kind of person* who writes blogs on behalf of her pet.

* On Twitter, Michael Hyatt tweets on behalf of his dog, Nelson Hyatt. I get the updates from the dog, not the person. I wonder if this makes me just as lame?

Oh well; I’m just another PrettyNerd.

Think you Know Your History?

Think you know what this is?

Hint: This picture was taken in 1956.

Okay… What happened in the 50s?

Cold War..

an atom bomb?

It’s a hard disk drive back in 1956… With 5 MB of storage. 

In September 1956 IBM launched the 305 RAMAC, the first ‘SUPER’ computer with a hard disk drive (HDD). The HDD weighed over a ton and stored a ‘whopping’ 5 MB of data.  

Do you appreciate your 8 GB memory stick a little more now? =)

Floods, Trucks, Ignorance; Oh my!

       I woke up one morning at 5:30 in the morning to get ready for work, went through my normal ‘wake up and smell the sunshine’ routine and looked outside to checkwhat weather I’ll be styling my clothing decision for. Hello, river! I’m sent to the basement to pick up water with rags galore, and learn that I’m actually not helping -anything.- Dad tells me to give up (Thank God; I was getting tired). I step outside the door when the angry rain stops pounding on everything and see a huge UPS truck coming down the.. river? Okay. Cool. The front of the ginormous vehicle is causing strong waves that are moving the parked (now drowned) cars and whooshing (sorry, couldn’t find a better word) the water closer to the homes. A neighbor of mine waits for the UPS truck to approach closer and then waves his fist at the delivery guy, “You’re the reason for the water in my basement, asshole!”

Okay. Wait.
We were Venice before the UPS guy went down the canal.
…I don’t think he’s really the person that should be blamed here, but whatever.

He’s acted as inspiration. I found this little.. parable? And decided to add my own comments, in honor of my neighbor who now detests the United Postal Service.

The man whispered, “God, speak to me.”
And a meadowlark sang. But the man didn’t hear.

So the man yelled, “God, speak to me!”
Thunder rolled across the sky (&& it started raining in PrettyNerd’s neighborhood. Her basement experienced some flooding and because there was a river where a street used to be, someone canoed down the street..  And this all happened because the man didn’t hear the flipping meadowlark). Again, the man didn’t listen to the sign.  (Great. God’s going to erupt a volcano and this guy still won’t hear. He’s gonna be the start of the end of the world at this point)

The man looked around and said, “God, let me see you.”
A star shone brightly. But he noticed it not.

And the man shouted, “God, show me a miracle!”
And a life was born. But the man was unaware (Okay, I kind of see this. If it was his baby, he might have had a change of heart. It’s not like I think of random babies every day. Moreover – look at a tremendous tree — you try making that, brother!)

So, the man cried out in despair (what a cry baby), “Touch me, God, and let me know that you are here!” (Whoa. Maybe the water from the UPS truck was God touching the man’s basement?! Bastard didn’t pay attention, and I had to pay for it, too. Boo.)

Whereupon God reached down and touched the man.
But the man brushed the butterfly away and walked on.

Moral: Don’t miss out on a blessing because it isn’t packaged the way you expect.

Source Unknown

Turns out, the force of the UPS truck moved the garbage (leaves, dirt, etc) from the sewer and the water started going down slowly.
Makes you think, dunnit?
I wonder if that man is my neighbor.

Hmf. That would make God the UPS guy.

Go figure.

How to Con a Con-Artist

A lawyer and a senior citizen are sitting next to each other on a long flight.

The lawyer is thinking that seniors are so dumb that he could get one over on them easy.

So the lawyer asks if the senior would like to play a fun game.

The senior is tired and just wants to take a nap, so he politely declines and tries to catch a few winks.

The lawyer persists, saying that the game is a lot of fun.  I ask you a question, and if you don’t know the answer, you pay me only $5.  Then you ask me one, and if I don’t know the answer, I will pay you $500, he says.
 
This catches the senior’s attention and, to keep the lawyer quiet, he agrees to play the game.

The lawyer asks the first question.  ‘What’s the distance from the Earth to the Moon?’

The senior doesn’t say a word, but reaches into his pocket, pulls out a five-dollar bill, and hands it to the lawyer.

Now it’s the senior’s turn.  He asks the lawyer, ‘What goes up a hill with three legs, and comes down with four?’

The lawyer uses his laptop and searches all references he can find on the Net.

He sends e-mails to all the smart friends he knows; all to no avail.  After an hour of searching, he finally gives up.

He wakes the senior and hands him $500.  The senior pockets the $500 and goes right back to sleep.
The lawyer is going nuts not knowing the answer.  He wakes the senior up and asks, ‘Well, so what goes up a hill with three legs and comes down with four?’

The senior reaches into his pocket, hands the lawyer $5, and goes back to sleep.

Whatchya gonna do.. Whatchya gonna do.. When he comes for you..

Godzilla took a personal day, so his employer called the next guy on the list.