The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

This afternoon was pretty eventful/entertaining/exhausting.  And just like in the Clint Eastwood classic, I ran into people who, if life could freeze frame and throw up giant words next to them, would have been contenders for the title. So let's get to it:

THE GOOD

Trek in the Park was pretty awesome.  The cast and everyone involved in the project deserve way more acclaim than the many accolades they are getting in local papers.  They took on Mirror, Mirror, which may be may favorite TOS episode (geek cred +1 for me, and +1 for you if you know what I'm talking about), and just did a really great job with it: played up the "theatre-in-the-round" part, made adjustments to accommodate the hundreds of people that showed up (though they need to get a better location, it has seriously outgrown Woodlawn Park), humor was inserted at just the right moments to remind everyone not to take it too seriously.  It was a really great experience all around.  Super, super kudos to them, and I can't wait for next year.

THE BAD

Salespeople are snakes.  Car salespeople are snakes in motor oil.  My experience today made me want to continue playing Peter Pan and keep riding my bike and never have to grow up and get a car.  I know it's their job to push cars, but seriously - after you ask me what it'll take for me to go home with one of your cars today and I tell you I'm not going home with one of their cars today, CUT THE EFF OUT!  We can be civil, hell I'll go out of my way to be cordial.  But I'm not your friend, I'm not your buddy ("Who you callin' buddy, pal?").  You can't keep changing numbers and deals on me every three minutes and think I'm gonna keep up (I'm a visual learner, damn it!).  You can't try and ice me twice and think I'm gonna fall for it - I watch football, basketball, and baseball (hell, we talked about baseball sitting there!), you aren't gonna get me on it, especially when I just watch you walk away twice and go and just flirt with the secretary for two minutes then come back and think I'm shaken.  If I want your car, I'll buy it when I damn well please.  Back off thugs.

THE UGLY

I went to a bar the other night (me, myself, and I "sharing a drink they call loneliness/but it's better than drinking aloooooone.  La lala diddy da"), and the bartender happened to be from Boston and the east coast originally.  She told me the thing that's going to take a while to get used to is the hippies and hipsters.  I've dealt with hipsters before, and hippies I can ignore, how bad can they be in this town?  Turns out - pretty bad.  Trek in the Park was LOADED with them.  Sure, you had some straight geeked out people (talking to you, guy in the DS9-style tunic.  Geek cred +1), but there were just a lot of people who I don't really know as to why they were there.  You can't do a crossword and be watching the play.  You can't be sleeping and watching the play.  Why are you wearing a kilt made of black jean material?  You know, you don't have to cut every full-length (arms or legs) article of clothing to be somewhere around three-quarter length and look like you pulled it from Axel Rose's wardrobe in 1990.  And I didn't think I could get more upset over sunglasses than those bug-looking ones wanna-be chic girls wear, but you need to cut it out with the wanna-be Ray-Bans and aviators, especially with your floral print wifebeaters, hipsters.  I just don't get it.  The fact I had a fitted baseball cap on made me feel really awkward in your sea of fluorescent hair streaking and trucker hats and cyclist caps is just not something that should happen.  So this could be an interesting part of living here.  We might need a reoccurring segment - Hipster Watch.

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