They keep talking to me…

I feel I must state something for the benefit of all people who might want to come up to me and say something. I am not listening. If you come up to me and start talking I will not notice right away unless you get my attention first. This applies to people on the street, people at work, people pretty much anywhere. And yet it seems like people just love to walk up to me and start talking. They’ll stand beside me, or even behind me, and they just assume I am listening while they say things like “Sure is hot today, huh?” or “How was work last night?” or whatever, but what they don’t realize is that I do not maintain a constant state of awareness at what people are saying around me. If you’ve not got my attention, I’m going to assume you are speaking to someone else and I will remain in the state of mental detachment from reality where I spend as much time as possible. That is all. I hope this helps all you random people in the future.

A Dash of Yellow

At some point during the week I was in the office at work and I heard some guy on the radio complaining, like a lot, about dandelions. I have to wonder why people hate dandelions so much. I like them. I think they look nice. They add some color to the grass. Why that so bad?

Haiku!

Yellow in my brain
making all my thoughts come out
and fall on the floor.

Thinking about color, it occurred to me that something can be “Yellowy” but not “Purpley” or “Reddy” or whatever. You’ve got “Purplish” and “Reddish” and “Bluish” and all that stuff. My spellcheck tells me that “Yellowish” is okay, so why does yellow get a bonus one with “Yellowy”? It’s a conspiracy of some kind, I am sure.

Canadian Medicine Can Be Free.

Half of this Canadian Propaganda Commercial is about a child freezing to death! Canada!

This one depicts a town that has too many sick people and not enough space to save them, right? So they all work together to make a hospital that provides its services for free. That’s nice. Although this Heritage Minute has none of the extreme quotability that I love for things for, it is about one of my favorite things about Canada, the free healthcare. That’s important in a country where kids freeze to death on a regular basis.

I also like the two guys who point out that since they’re the best builders in town, they can build a hospital. Of this, I approve. These aren’t two guys saying “we can build this hospital cheaper than anyone else in town,” because that would be insane. Who would want to live in a society where hospitals, or anything for that matter, was built by the people who can do it the cheapest? But anyway, I think I’m going to try to turn “We built the best barn, so we’ll build the hospital!” into something I can work into discussions. Hey, if I can fit “Oh Sire, until the end of time” into everyday conversation on a regular basis, I can do this.

But because that quote is not yet at the forefront of our culture, I can only give this one Three out of Six Pieces of PDR’s Reviewing System Cake. It’s a rare case where I actually like the thing the Heritage Minute is about more than I like the Heritage Minute itself.

May Thirtieth Comics

I’m too busy for making new comics this week, so I’ve only got the Phone Guys to fall back on, but I wasn’t willing to let that be all there was, so I invested five minutes and risked my sanity by digging up something from the Contains2 archive. I believe this used to be on a secret page, but now it is here for all to see:

And here’s that Phone Guys