Measurement

I've recently been taken to task by a professor for not knowing the metric system (because I'm an American). I grew up in that stressful period when the US thought it should learn the metric system but wasn't quite committed. So, I learned a little of the metric system and a little of the old English system. The sum total of that was that now I don't know shit. Unless it relates to cooking or beer.

I know the difference between an American pint and an Imperial pint. That way, I grab the appropriate glass depending on what size beer I have. That is valuable, practical knowledge and I use it on a weekly basis.

Converting millimeters to centimeters is for chumps. And kilometers? Fuck that shit.

Who Am I?

I felt weird asking the local comic shop to pull specific comics for me at my age. They made it worse by leaving me a message that went something like this....

"MRS. DMC, yeah, this is Zounds! Comics calling. MRS. DMC, we have your comics here for ya. We pulled the Buffy Issue 10, and all the Angels that just came in. MRS. DMC, you can stop in any time and pick those up. Or if you have any questions MRS. DMC, just give us a call. If you need us to pull anything else, MRS. DMC, just let us know."

I thought he said "Mrs. DMC" like fifty times. DMC found it hilarious. It just made me feel like an old bag. I no longer feel hip and cool while buying my comics. The whole experience has been ruined.

Really Fresh Sushi

In the last couple of weeks I've had some bad things happen and some things that may or may not be bad but are incredibly stressful. All of it has been a feeding frenzy for my obsessive-compulsive mind.

Anyway, every now and then (in between the obsessing) an image pops into my mind from a recent lunch outing. A sushi restaurant has a 10-gallon tank with about a half dozen varieties of fish swimming in it, sitting on the sushi bar - right above where the sushi chef prepares raw fish for people to eat. I can't imagine what it would be like to swim around that tank all day, watching relatives get wrapped in seaweed with a little avocado.

That's got to really suck.

hmm.

This should be an interesting year. Astrologically, a lot of big outer planets are aligning for me. It's gotta be a better year than 2007. I'm going to enjoy the 4 years I have left before mayhem strikes in 2012... gave me perspective as I shoveled my driveway, not a plow hazard, and drank a lot of tea at the monastery today in my quest to become a lama. Happy new year.