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A might bit back I had written about things to do to get your mind off of the humdrum of the lingering winter. I think it was called Go to Your Happy Place when Hell Freeze’s over. Yes I have quite the knack for run on titles. At any rate I hadn’t taken my own advice for awhile since basically to me advice is what you give not what you do. So I decided to take on a 7K which in American that’s a wee bit over a 4 mile run. Also decided to try out Team Ortho’s Get Lucky 7k event, cause face it we all could use some luck. Until now the coldest event I had participated in was the Minnesota Ironman in Lakeville. That event takes place toward the end of April and the last time I went through that bike ride it was snowing. Long story short it was time for another challenge. It’s one of the few ways I can keep tabs on knowing if I’m alive besides that little feeling in my tummy when there’s a rerun of Bewitched. I’m no athlete by any means and believe me when I say that after training and being in my first 7k, there is no happy place you get to. It’s a road of soreness, anguish, lots of cursing, whining, but eventually one of accomplishment.

I will say that I am very impressed with Team Ortho and the great job they do in keeping participants informed, safe, the event feeling fun, and most importantly giving you cool shit. They conduct a series of events that give you the opportunity to not only see some nice areas of the city, but also allow you to adorn yourself with everything from loud irish pride gear, to head to toe in mud. One thing I did fail to anticipate was the huge turnout at this particular event. Being my first time I was completely unprepared by the onslaught of people dancing in the streets which I’m a fan of, and people just slow walking and shooting the shit in a line blocking you from running your pace, not a fan of. At any rate this event took place in downtown Minneapolis and as luck would have it the weather was clear and not too brisk. The course took participants river side and across the lovely Stone Arch bridge. Irish dancers kept the motivation going and seeing Batman, the Joker, and a mutant turtle kept my geek side snickering. All in all it was a great event and one I’d recommend doing even if you’re suffering through the remnants of a flu, like me. If you do tackle this one while sick I suggest Pedialyte and trail mix, works wonders. If you’re the extremely geeky training type, I suggest using NikePlus with GPS or RunKeeper on your iPhone to give you that extra push when training. I’d say more but I see Bewitched is on right now.

 

 

Once in a bit my mind drifts upon thoughts other than food, games, or all things funny. Given the inclination toward the random such thoughts and pontifications seem to occur to me, when much like the Thinker, whilst seated upon, well in my case the throne. While what follows isn't something solely conjured upon my throne it does cover a topic thought upon at great length, personality. 

We begin with personality defined as the visible aspect of one’s character as it impresses others, or an embodiment of a collection of qualities. I’ve seen throughout my time in the study on personality theory that they are as varied as the traits they attempt to understand and predict themselves. At times I even challenged that this was no longer psychology since many of the theories don’t appear to provide any scientific evidence. but a facet of philosophy. These theories also appeared to me to be nothing more then people taking existing theories and changing them ever so slightly to more adequately fit the person’s disposition. The father of psychoanalysis for instance appeared to have an unresolved Oedipus complex which could have been part of the inspiration. Additionally need I mention Carl Jung who formulated most of his theory while isolated and in a state that to me seems analogous to someone on an acid trip. Although I felt frustrated at times as I looked for one theory to rule them all. It was at the end of my studies that I realized that like all things there is no definitive answer, no silver bullet. The theories and research methods are tools to be used to aid in unlocking the mind. It’s about using the right combination of all the theories to gain access to the inner self. All the theories and personality assessments in the world can seem as insightful or as helpful as a horoscope, but if at the end of the day, it serves to bring some benefit to those suffering from personality disorders then it's worth it.

My theory begins with the unconscious, much like the beginning of any text on the subject of personality. In agreement with Freud and more so with Jung, I believe the unconscious to be a vital component to one's personality. The unconscious is collective in nature and holds attributes that have been passed down from our primitive ancestors. The unconscious is the root to why animals completely isolated from each-other their entire life times can still have similar behavior patterns. A loving couple will engage in almost vampiristic rituals of biting and clawing during sexual intercourse due to these primitive unconscious impulses.

Accessing this unconscious for means of examination and evaluation can prove difficult. I don't necessarily agree with most of the methods that Freud postulated like free association, dream interpretation, and Freudian slips. These methods are subjective and can be easily misinterpreted by the analyst, especially free association. There is also the possibility that they can be patient fabrications due to defensive mechanisms, or lack of a comfort level with the therapist. True assessments must be performed in a logical, and scientific manner. They should be in accordance with some sort of standard and should be monitored to weed out as much misinterpretation as possible. Lastly any assessment which will be used to prove a theory or provide evidence should be one that can be repeated on the subject at various time intervals to monitor any variations.

While the unconscious may constitute the building blocks to personality it is our environment as we observe it which is the biggest contributing factor to personality development. It is through our interaction with the environment that we, like George Kelly put it, develop our personal constructs. It is also through our various interactions that our unconscious reaches out to us. In times of extreme emotion I believe the unconscious to be like a geyser that can erupt during these times. This is where repression can occur due to trauma or nightmares that can echo your deepest fear manifest. It is the observational learning which can contribute to your unconscious and vice versa. As Albert Bandura stated, much of the learning comes from observation and is mainly an internal process. This appears to hold true when seeing how the conditioning method of rewards and punishments may appear not to work on some subjects. What you consider a reward for some may not match with the internalized reward the subject may have. Through the observational learning process we also establish our personal locus of control. In today's era of doing more with less we see time itself becoming the guiding factor in so many lives. It is quite possible that those with an externalized locus of control can attribute time as having control. People who are overwhelmed from working and stressed, when asked the major contributer to the previous, it's simply and typically shorthandidly put, I have no time. Needless to say that this could lead to learned helplessness and possibly depression or any of a plethora of debilitating emotions. If you were to measure yourself against Maslow's hierarchy, and external locus of control would probably land you in the “belongingness and love needs” step. A truly astute observational learner takes in the environment and his/her interactions, and is conscious of the fact the value of something is determined by the person alone not the environment or situation. This insight coupled with the Deming cycle of self-monitoring lends itself to an internal locus of control and closer to self-actualization. This susceptibility to the outside influences has been found to effect your self worth and self-esteem stability.

In conclusion I feel that both the unconscious and our environment are the roots of our personality development. We should also endeavor to utilize today's technology to aide in gathering consistent and viable research. For instance one can potentially program an artificially intelligent computer to simulate personality traits and interact with a controller. This type of scenario can possibly allow for research which has been or could be considered unethical if conducted on a person. Similar to the research done by Watson with the baby which could be considered unethical by today's standards. Finally the research if it is done by assessments should utilize some type of standard format which prevents subjective interpretation. 

For fans of first person shooters this title should ring a bell. To this wannabe writer the game is a refreshing break from the typical military storyline and takes a walk on the paranormal side. Years ago I played the demo for the first one which I found quite compelling, but I unfortunately never circled back to give it a full play-through. Lucky for me though this game jumped back up on my radar as soon as I found out John Carpenter was involved in some of the story development. In summary this game centers around psychically enhanced siblings as they shoot and possess their way through enemy soldiers, demons, and their own memories in search of their mother. I was able to pick this title up and play through it without even knowing the storyline of the first two. By the way, I played through it twice, and it still remains a game a slap in when I want a quick few minutes of shoot em up and horror. There’s something espectualy creepy about a ghostly little girl roaming around and giggling. This title is not as long as the other two games but it’s storyline and cooperative play makes it a fun and suspenseful game. I mean if you’re into survival horror this one is also a great break from the now tedious Resident Evil series. I mean how many times can you just run around avoiding a monster for two minutes, come on. Another aspect that titillates my senses about this game is the ability to slow time, which (this is my geeky part coming out) reminds me of the matrix. How many games nowadays can you say that you got to slow time to head shot five soldiers, then beat down about ten or so psychopaths with a lead pipe. Looky there I actually wrote a positive blog entry. I strongly recommend playing this and it’s predecessors on a cold winter’s night when you want a good time and good scare that won’t give you motion sickness like that hack of a film Yellow Brick Road. Now let’s cut to the quick.

The Good

  • The dialogue and cinematics work to quickly get you into the storyline without holding your hand.
  • The suspense and shifting battle tempo does great to get your adrenaline going.
  • You get to possess people. This aspect hasn’t been as much fun to me since playing OddWorld.
  • Their survival games which are similar to the Call of Duty Zombie maps are quite addicting, especially the F*ing Run scenario.

 

The Bad

  • The online multiplayer is almost as terrible as Metal Gear Solid 4’s online multiplayer.
  • Some downloadable content add on levels or scenarios like Fear 2 would be nice.
  • There’s not enough of the creepy mother.

 

The WTF

  • Not to spoil it but, the freaking ending.
  • The demons look like something from Ghostbusters.
  • Where the hell is the rest of your squad that's supposed to be your backup? (This applies to every game in the series)

A few months ago I touched upon a few resources out there to help those who endeaver to better themselves, achieve an education without suffering the constraints of money or acquring a massive amount of debt. It's a firm belief of mine that education should be as freely accessible and attainable as it is to catch an episode of Seinfeld on television at any given time. I did my bit in college and found that the money didn't justify the quality of education I was receiving. Besides I find I learn better on my own. In the past I taught myself several things with overwhelming success which goes to show you why I'm doing almost none of the those things right now, however I sit here with blog after blog touching upon the random. So the swimming, roller skating, singing, and poetry gigs didn't pan out. Sadly for my readership the computer skills did and now you're made to suffer my endless rants. Back to point I'm very pleased that I'm not the only one who believes education should be something anyone can take a nibble out of whenever they feel like it. In the time since my last article on the subject Khan Academy has grown quite a bit as a great resource as well as a tutor to those so brave as to acknowledge the need to always continue to learn. If anything let it serve as a resource to expand your knowledge of civics and politics to enable a more informed decision as we approach election time.

For those computer geeks looking to get some development chops there's also Code Academy to help you learn a bit about programming. Looking to freshen up the Microsoft skillset but don't want to drop a few grand to update your hardware then there's the Microsoft Virtual Labs. For the savvy Linux cats well you already know, download a distro, virtualize, and start playing.

Personally every quarter or so I pick one or two subjects to learn more about, that have absolutely nothing to do with my day job. I leverage the online resources as well as local libraries to help fill in the gaps. If anything, at the very least one should endeaver to review things they learned years ago to keep your mind fresh and if you're like me, to stop forgetting everything. (By the by, it works better than wasting your day on Bejewelled and Sudoku) Below are a few resources I've been using in my studies and if you find yourself wondering what about credentials for all this stuff, well be patient it's coming

Open Yale Courses – That's right you get to flaunt that you spent that time on the treadmill listening to lectures from Yale. What I enjoy about these lectures is that they provide the syllabus, book listing for the course, and the ability to download the content for offline review. 

Interactive-Biology - A good resource although Khan has a hefty amount on all the sciences. However, it is good to get different perspectives on any subject in order to develop a good foundational understanding. 

Nova - Yes, I'm pimping PBS yet again. At the risk of losing cool points with my friends I watch quite a bit of Nova with a laptop nearby. I'll take notes, research some of the covered topics to see what's happened since the broadcast and even occasionally read the books mentioned

 

This strip mall restaurant is nestled in the forgotten business area of Woodbury known as Tamarack Hills, and it bravely flies a banner, "Best Breakfast in Town". With such a bold statement of course I had to check it out. I can now say that without a shadow of a doubt this place hadn't visited Key's before making that statement. To be fair this place's specialties are caramel rolls and eggs benedict which I didn't have. The only benedict I ever liked was Face from the A-Team and as far as caramel rolls go, that's more like a crumb on Nell Carter's mustache than a breakfast. I'm a person who when ventures out for breakfast wants the basics. To put things in perspective I like things to taste good on their own. To avoid being pinned as completely negative I'll make mention of some of my favorite eateries that are so good at the basics that you can eat them without even thinking to reach for syrup, ketchup, or any other condiment artillery in order to break your food down into something flavorful. For breakfast, my top three of the moment are the Day by Day Cafe, Al's Breakfast, and Key's Bakery. Alright, one small addendum to the top three, Grand Lux has the best breakfast but sadly they don't have one in the state of Minnesota. Back to point this cafe left me somewhat confused with regard to flavor and aesthetics. The food itself seemed to lack flavor unless you piled on berries, pumpkins, apples, or the $1.50 real maple syrup. I ordered up the typical basic breakfast of pancakes and sausage to which they handed me an accompaniment of a shot glass of syrup. I assume it was fake syrup since they make overwhelming efforts to mention the offering of real syrup for a buck and a half. The shot of syrup was quickly absorbed by the two buttermilk pancakes which seemed to be more marketable as a new type of super sponge. Thankfully I had a nice cup of coffee to help me through the moisture sucking cakes as they drew every ounce of moisture from my body like In Living Color's Vortex 2. As for the decor it reminded me of a Starbuck's and I shudder to think what the cafe reminded the guy sitting across from me of as he continually wet burped up his hefty meal while kicking off his shoes to expose his hole ridden socks. Not that I find that sight disturbing since I've found the that sign of a good diner is one that's wrought with Sling Blade look alikes. Sadly though this place left me wondering if it was a diner, a cafe, or just a place to get caramel rolls. At one point they were even incenting people to just stay home and eat by raffling off a grill. In short if you like rolls, stuff coated with berries, or eggs coated with sauce take a trip to this spot. Now to the quick of it. 

 

The Good

  • It's location puts it about two stop lights from everywhere so there is a chance it may not be as crowded as everywhere else.
  • The staff is very friendly and even when packed deals well with each customer.
  • If you like random toppings on your pancakes, this is the place for you. 

The Bad

  • Just couldn't justify paying 15 bucks for a breakfast that left me wondering where I'm going to eat next.
  • For free syrup they should really just bring by a giant machine shed sized basin of it or at the very least a pitcher.
  • They seem to want to take a modern spin on classics, but they fail to get the classics tasting anything other than bland.

The WTF

  • They call themselves the New Woodbury Cafe, where's the old one and what happened to it. 
  • They have a pineapple upside down pancake, 'nuff said.

I believe it’s safe to say that when it comes to many a things I’m a touch behind. I have no words or collection of witicisms devised to excuse myself from the travesty of having missed this delicious nougat of geeky comedy. Then again in today’s world I’m not too sure there’s many who don’t fall behind in some aspects of life. This little addiction is actually one small piece of a bigger addiction which is Felicia Day (sorry Tina Fey, there’s a new girl in town). Felicia and her series The Guild is a niche bit of funny that reminds me of other old InterWeb shows now gone the way of the dinosaur like Hope is Emo or the Tiki Bar Vodcast. At any rate this one stands apart and has quite the following due in large for it’s frighteningly accurate depiction of a guild and all the nuances that come with folks so dedicated to an MMO. Admittedly I myself was a bit of a guildy many years ago when I played Dark Age of Camelot and the monumental failure that was The Matrix Online. That latter game still stings a bit since I did build a whole gaming machine just to play that disaster. Many a night me and my mates would spend finding just the right attire to wear before raiding a dungeon where I would typically pull a Leeroy Jenkins and get us all killed. If you were one of the sorry lot to face me in my Dark Age of Camelot days you would know me as Mrs. Featherbottom. Didn’t I say it was a wacky lot who played those games. At any rate nowadays I find myself in and out of the console gaming world playing first person shooters with a smattering of action adventure tossed in. By the by, I always make time for Zelda. Sticking true to the fact that I’m a little late to the party I just wrapped up Fear 3 and Deus Ex. Much like discovering The Guild I ended up playing these great games well into their sequels. So now just like The Guild I’m working backwards to get caught up. As many would say, short story long, The Guild is a great show however what really gets my attention is that Felicia does it all. The production, the writing, and Gandolf knows what else. In my eyes that’s pretty damn impressive and I hope she keeps on keeping on. How bout a Eureka spin-off with Neil Grayston and Wil Wheaton?

Is this really the best sign to put above your booth?

It was a bright and beautiful Sunday morning in September when my tum tum told me it wanted some hotcakes and bacon. Somewhat reluctantly I hit the masses in search of a spot to put my appetite to bed. Rightfully apprehensive for fear of the Sunday crowd. Around these parts many a folk are quite acustomed to attending church and then religiously converging upon any and all area restaurants to discuss everything but the morning's sermon. Far be it for me to deny my stomach's desires though so I sallied forth. After driving passed a few crowded eateries by some miracle I found one near empty. I gave it no further mental debate for sake of my previously stated reason and I quickly parked and headed on in to this place called the Machine Shed

For those unaware this massive nugget sits just across the border of Woodbury (which is why it's probably still in business) in Lake Elmo and is joined by a hotel called the Wildwood Inn. This Cracker Barrel clone seems to have pulled out all the stops at trying to be an old timey establishment. So much that they even decided to forgo flavor in many of their dishes, opting for using only spices available in the 1600s. Now let me make it clear that I'm not mocking Cracker Barrel, cause they are top notch in my book when it comes to old timey cooking. However this clone (not that there's anything wrong with cloning) and it's concept of home cooking is not one I've ever had or wanted. I'm not sure what was worse, the fact that the name of the place instantly caused me to imagine sixteen variants of Slaughter House and Texas Chainsaw Massacre movies at once, or the fact after ten minutes of hearing non-stop country music I wished someone would chop me the hell up to put me out of my misery. By the way who's bright idea was it to serve drinks in frakking preserve jars anyway. It's not cute, it's hardly nostalgic, and I always seem to dribble on myself when trying to drink from them. Back to point this restaurant/bar/hotel is what one would call a theme restaurant, minus old time photos, and daily re-enactments of working on farm machinery which at first glance i thought they'd have. 

I wonder what they'd bring if I actually asked for water

So I made my way passed the hay ride and into the lobby which like the Cracker Barrel was a store adorned with an array of wonderments from fine apothecary products to overpriced piggy banks shaped like barns. So consider it a bonus if you're looking for one stop gluttony and gift shopping. In the lobby I was greeted by smiling and friendly staff (like five people) and I was wisked away to the dining area. I immediately had seen why there were no church goers here, wooden benches for the booths. I keenly recall from my church going days how painful those benches could become. At any rate I was cool and the gang since I didn't have to wait in line. I was seated in a wooden booth with a table so large I could only assume it's former use was by the town doc for performing child birthing procedures. The kind waitress told me Jimbo would be my waiter and said she'd be back with some water. In less than two minutes later, before me appeared the first of many preserve jars and a pitcher of water which looked as if she was kindly asking me to wash myself. As Mr. Hammond in Jurassic Park would say they spared no expense. It's all about quantity in this place. My massive tum tum violently erupted reminding me to shrug off the aesthetics and get my grub on, so I asked the kind wait staff for the breakfast menu. Thus begins the scary portion of this ride, no breakfast, Sunday is brunch day. Had I known I would have worn my Kentucky Derby hat and ordered a mimosa, forgive me for not knowing this fun fact. So I said what the heck I reckon I'll partake in the brunch buffet. If anyone actually reads this who owns a restaurant, if you have a buffet decorated with steel hoppers filled with food, please either label them or make sure I can easily identify what's in said hopper. Opening these unlabeled hoppers had my face contorting more than Jim Carrey's rubbery mug whilst passing a stone. All I can say is that two of the four hoppers were yellow, one was brown with red on it, and one was biscuits and gravy. As I walked through this brunch buffet I could feel my stomach wanting to retreat as my lips trembled and I fought hard to hold back the tears as Tim McGraw whined in the background. 

After a bit of emotional turmoil which I shall leave omitted from this entry I had myself some bacon and what I think was a scoop of hashbrowns. Being the pig I am I then asked for the dinner menu and ordered up a brisket sandwich. Simple enough right, just moving on from the hoppers of doom ride and easing into something simple and small. I dipped my towel into the pitcher of bathwater provided to me and wiped up the dribbled soda from my clothing and waited for my brisket. After a few short minutes of restlessly moving to find a comfortable position for my ass, here came back Jimbo with this abomination.

In retrospect I now realize that this is apparently what you get as an appetizer or pre-dinner treat instead of an option of soup or salad. Not that I would want either but to bring me this massive plate which is so gracefully adorned with what I consider lumpy pus is just torturous to my kind stomach. All I wanted were some pancakes and they wouldn't give it to me.  In summary this house of gargantuan portions is not my jar of sassparilla, however I would be content with large portions if it was the shit I actually wanted. I didn't ask for water, lumpy pus, or a large chunk of bread. In the end I did get fed and have a sore ass to show for it, so let's just cut to the quick before all this whining turns into a country song. 

The Good

  • There's no waiting to get in and if there is you can always spend some time browsing the delectable curio shop.
  • In the event of a zombie apocalypse this is a good place to keep in mind for finding food supplies when the grocery stores are empty.
  • If you like large portions of everything and anything this is the spot.
  • The staff is courteous and helpful.

The Bad

  • The fact that it's an almost exact replica of Cracker Barrell had me expecting more out of the place but it just fell so far short.
  • Quality falls short and quantity takes precedence when it comes to the food.
  • The brisket itself had little flavor and it was caked in sweet bbq sauce. Not the best pancake replacement or for those who have a passion for good bbq.
  • You can get the same thing if you walked into any restaurant and ask for all the meat they hand on hand minus any flavor. 
  • The reason I came into a restaurant is cause I don't want home cooking, why make it a selling point. 

The WTF

  • I'm no farmer but something tells me that farmer's could care less about tin pigs and chickens adorning the place. 
  • Unless you're about to bring me a moonshine jug full of some tasty spirits keep the damn jars and serve me in a glass.
  • I'll never know or wish to find out what hopper #4 had in it that was red, purple, and full of raisins. 

Suggestions

  • Quit with the mixed signals of a cloth napkin and cheap jars. Are you a fancy place or old timey themed? If you're gonna go old timey go all the way. I envision wash basins at the end of the table that you can use after eating or after visiting the John Deere sponsored Machine Shed experience. Where people get to spend an hour working on an authentic tractor, or in the slaughterhouse prepping a delicious supper feast.
  • Offer a bad harvest night where patrons are given an old leftover ear of corn to eat no matter what they order. 
  • Offer a city slickers menu with items smaller in quantity but better in quality. 
  • If you're going to be like Cracker Barrel get the rocking chairs out front too. 

 

Project STFU

Let me preface this by saying that I come from what many would say is a different world. A stark contrast to this area I reside in today. Growing up in the left coast I was privy to certain aspects of living which suited me just fine. I would walk the streets and noone would make eye contact, you'd have conversations with strangers that were brief and merely topical. The only place I had ever seen in which a patron was having in depth conversations with a store keeper was at Mr. Drucker's store, and it was mainly between Mr. Drucker and Arnold. In short people minded their own business. Flash to present in this land of 10,000 lakes I find talking to be what they mean when they say "Minnesota Nice". The amount of time people spend talking about the mundane and trying to dig into everyone's deepest darkest secrets is something to marvel at, or in my case want to take a sledgehammer to. Now don't get me wrong, I'm as friendly as they come. I enjoy the politeness of a hello and how to do when passing on the street or hallway. Given my affinity for every social network known to man may even give the impression that I love sharing my private life. Just dropping my pants and letting my naughty bits fly for the world to see. However like the old book says, look but don't touch. Just cause it may seem like I'm open and free doesn't mean you can roll up on me and persist in thinking you know me, or try to dig out some hot dish you can later use to spread around like butter on a dry biscuit and pass judgdment. As the good book says only God can judge, although I find it funny that many who toss out that line spend their free time watching shows like Judge Judy. I'll be honest, I'll judge you, but don't go thinking you can judge me.

Anywho as I was saying before I went on a rant within a rant, talking is peachy keen but like alcohol only in moderation and at the right place and time. One case in point I have a group of individuals that work near me at my day job. (Yeah, writing isn't my day job, what a shocker.) I use the term work when it comes to those yahoots about as loosely as MC Hammer wears pants. This group of middle aged men is what I imagine that show the View is like. Cackling old hens spending the day talking about every single thought that jumps into their heads, and working feverishly to uncover some deep secrets to start some scuttlebutt on. It doesn't stop there though, oh no. They have roles within that chicken coop. One considers himself a Fox News correspondent and takes pride in dispensing any and all mundane information he has in order to get a rise out of his counterparts. Another recites every computer related magazine article he's read the night before. Then another one in this trio of slackers spends his time dishing out lawn mower care tips. I don't even own a lawnmower. For some reason much like this states alcohol addiction they are extremists at all things chatty. Like I said before or didn't cause I got stuck on a rant, talking is fine when it's the appropriate time and the place. All day at work not really really cool. When the person you're talking to answers you with very brief answers, stares off into space, or even says he has to go pee about five times, that means back off and shut it. I mean what is that feeling of accomplishment like at the end of the work day. "Uffda that was a tough day at the office. I found out how to detune a Briggs and Stratton small gas engine, and I made my neighbor cry after I got a confession out of him about how he cries everytime he sees a parachute cause it was such a wonderful game to play. I sure accomplished alot, I should get a raise."

Now back to point of this rambling. I frequent a nearby store which will rename nameless when I'm in the need for provisions like soda and such. I've been in there several times and always noticed an unusually long line at the solitary register at least 7-10 people deep. At first I paid it no mind as I stood there with my boxes of soda and HoHos (remember what I said about judging), starting to whince as the boxes became heavier and heavier as I waited. Patiently I waited despite limbs turning colors and sweat streaming down my face. I figured well it's a busy day. As fate would have it the person at the register liked to have chats with every customer. Come on now, I can't be the only one that notices the long line of people waiting to get the heck out of the store. I mean there was someone damn near crying whilst damn near crushing a box of Preperation H in her hand whilst waiting in line. However much like the person at the register every customer that came up engaged in conversation that ranged in topics from what do you plan to do with these purchases, coupon clipping tips, best summer hot dishes (casserole),  to Sarah Palin all the while oblivious to the others waiting. After a half hour when it was my turn at the register I was short and put on my California attitude face, but it failed to stop this freakshow from asking about 100 questions. Once I finally got home and the feeling came back to my limbs I felt something had to be done but how does one get someone so obtuse to shut the hell up. Then it came to me during one of my flashbacks of the atrocity while I was in the shower,  that as typical left me weeping in the fetal position (more on that some other time). I will purchase random items that make little sense or have shock value appealing to what I call the WTF factor. This way he'll be stunned much like I am whenever I hear someone say Al Franken used to be funny, and he'll be at a loss for words. I'll call this brain child Project STFU.

Well thus far my couple of subtle attempts have done nothing but make the worker more talkative whilst drawing WTF looks from other patrons. However I refuse to give up. Time to kick it up a notch.