Another bad little fad
I'm the Mac and I'm bad
Give you something that you never had.

Kris Kross, "Jump"
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At Company Cafe, there was lady who was so impatient to get her hamburger that it amazed me to see this type of behavior at a lowly dining establishment in the middle of an office park. Spago, this is not. Afterwards, I saw her in her seat eating casually. In my mind, I was wondering what the hurry was, asking myself what in her life was so important that she just couldn't wait to continue reading Danielle Steele.

On my way back, I passed by a group of yuppies, and I heard one of them complaining about his commute. In my mind, I'm envisioning him driving, not to work, but rather to his lavish home, after having his salary check direct deposited. In the meantime, I actually rode my bike the 15 miles from Thousand Oaks to Calabasas, with an even longer commute pending once work furlough is activated.

To the lady in the cafe and the yuppie with the commute: Shut the fuck up, you fucking baby.

If you're not reading the comments, I want to apologize for mislabeling the quote a few days back. My stance has soften in recent weeks with regards to how Constitutionality affects anything. In the end, irrespective of the household, children will still be neglected or nurtured, and the cycle shall begin anew. I no longer feel like devoting valuable blogspace toward this issue.

Day Eight
Watched the Padres play baseball.

My love for baseball stemmed from the fact that I'm a numbers geek. Averages and totals of every shape and form, it's like trying to find patterns in an jumble of numbers. (I just removed something I wrote, in which I described the numbers as intrinsically chaotic, but how random can it be if I only get a hit 1 out of 3 times and my batting average is .333?)

I like the nature of the game in that it's an individual duel, as well as a team game. I'm amazed at the deft control modern baseball pitchers have over a baseball. Or the reflex and athleticism necessary for a third baseman to do his job.

Phil Nevin let an error through with two-outs. The subsequent batter hits a two-run homerun, padding the Phillies lead in an inning that should have already been over. I don't think that baseball is a metaphor for life, but, as in all of sports, certain truths carry over off the field as well.