Randy’s Brain

My days have turned into an endless stream of coffee and me waiting for things to end. I get to work have a couple of cups of coffee and try to pick up from where I ended the previous day. My co-workers come by and I patiently wait for them to end their jabber and leave. By then it is 10:00 and I start another cup of coffee and wait for lunch and the morning to end. After lunch has ended, I start to program again, working my way down the slow slope to the end of my afternoon. At the end of my work day, I sit in traffic and wait for the back-ups to end. (Author’s note: To all commuters between Charlotte and Gaston County. The left lane ends between Mount Holly and Belmont. Stop hitting the damn wall!)

At home I wait for dinner to end, because of all the chaos that goes along with two kids. I hope the evening will please hurry up and end so I don’t have to watch another re-run of Spongebob on Nickelodeon. Finally, I get lay down and work my way to the end of another book. After a few hours of that I decide to make my end.

Observations Life

I understand the point of a street sign is to convey a point in the fewest words possible, but have you ever wondered why there is no punctuation on signs? Wouldn’t a bright red sign with STOP! have more meaning than just STOP or would the over abundance of !s just make us numb to exclamations?

I leave you with the sign below. It is a prime candidate for punctuation. Is it suggesting that “slow” children are at the playground and I should beware of the little beggars? (Slow Children. Playground.) Since it’s a yellow sign are these children a hazard? (Slow Children! Playground.) Probably. Is it possibly confused or playing a word association game? (Slow? Children? Playground?) (To which I reply: Turtle, Loud, Jungle Gym) Or is it something deeper. (Go) Slow. (Be kind to) Children. (Play at the) Playground.

Musings, Observations Punctuation, Signs, Street Signs

This picture (click on it to view a larger version) was taken at a Cracker Barrel restaurant back in December when I first got my Sony camera phone. The thing to notice is over my right shoulder (my wife took the picture). Apparently, Swiss Milk Maid is still a profession in Gaston County. Also, there is something oddly balloon like and unnatural happening that makes it a train wreck..

Musings, Observations Chesty LaRue, Milk Maid, Strangely Misshapen