Blogging on a Friday night. I know, right?

I decided it might be a good idea to get some thoughts down before I head out and start my real Friday night, especially since this is a week I’m going to want to forget in the short term but remember in the long term.

Death: It’s true. I’m going to a funeral for a friend this Sunday. Though I wasn’t as close to him as some of my other friends who had known him longer, I still feel he had an important role in my life as he was there to see some pretty important events. That’s how you know the quality of a person – when the experiences shared, however few, are memorable enough to sink those events deep into your very being. Cheesy, right? Well, I’m proud to have experienced something that is archetypal cliché. All things that are important are inevitably cliché. So says a certain Chuck Klosterman, and I stand by it.

Heartbreak: This seems to be the year for it. I’m seeing it tear down walls around me, and after the most recent one that has happened within my periphery, it makes me wonder why I am so lonely being single. Do I really want to let someone that close so that they can then do the same thing to me that I’ve been watching for the past year? My heart is a death star, and do I really want to let a rebel girl be able to drop a bomb in my tiny little vulnerable hole? I hope that analogy got a laugh…

My point is, I don’t think I really need that right now. Sure, they say, when you’re young, get out there and experience life and experience relationships – but there are too many things going on, too many things moving way to quickly in my life that require my brain to take on cat-like reflexes to catch and deal with everything. It’s probably not wise to let someone derail that; or to let them on the ride for fear they might just fall off of it. I’m moving too quickly. And I have no intention of slowing down. And it’s only now that I realize this about myself.

Needless to say, I’ve grown up a lot in the past year. And who would think that it would occur this late in the game?

In other less introspective news, here’s a LOLcat:

I’m not sure any of you who have driven around the Silverlake area have seen this truck, or if the owner will ever happen upon this blog and picture, but you sir, are now my new hero.

And only now, I realize that very quickly, my blog has become all of a sudden very space alien centric. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

It’s a sad thing, really.

I’ll explain: I walked into a grocery store near my parents’ house to buy a carton of cigarettes. The cashier and bagger were both very young girls, who obviously did not smoke, so I figured I’d have to explain a couple of things to get what I want. That’s all good and fine, but it seems that sarcastic jokes totally fly over their heads. Is this just not something that kids know these days? Here’s the exchange:

Me: Can I get a carton of 27′s, please?
Cashier: …?
Me: Marlboro 27. Blend 27? They’re in a brown-ish packaging.
Cashier: Oh, okay. [to bagger] Can you get a box of 27′s?
Bagger: …
Cashier and Me: Marlboro.
Bagger: Oh, okay. [she returns with box] I was like, “27 of…?”
Me: Yeah, I realize that was vague.
Cashier: And there are so many different kinds it’s hard to know which is what.
Me: Yeah. Actually, they call them 27′s because they contain an uneven number of 27 cigarettes in each pack.
Bagger and Cashier: [nod]…
Me: … And that… is a complete lie.
Bagger and Cashier: …
Me: … because that would be ridiculous…
Bagger and Cashier: …
Cashier: Ok, here’s your receipt, have a nice night!
Me: Thanks, you, too.

What I know happened after that is that my failed attempt to communicate sarcasm, the sarcasm that had fallen on oblivious ears, is now the butt of adolescent teenage girl joke. Do kids not get sarcasm anymore? Isn’t that the basis of their television experience?  Man, semantics in cadence are as good as dead these days.

In other news, LA is finally getting a little bit of overcast and foggy in the morning.  It doesn’t happen often, but I enjoy it when it does.  From my phone, on the way to work: