Subtle Glow

Over the weekend I found a listing with a local property management company for an apartment that seemed promising.  The blasted place was not open on weekends, so this morning I skipped off to work and called after they opened to find out when I could see it.

“Oh, just stop by anytime between such-and-such times and we can let you see it.”  OK!  After my meeting this afternoon I headed up to the area so I could check it out.

You know where this is going, don’t you?

Rented.  This afternoon.

You know, there was another place not too long ago that seemed just perfect - and that one was whipped out from under me the same day I was scheduled to see it, too.

I’m just saying, if you hear a frantic high-pitched squealy sound…  yeah - that would be my anxiety starting to whistle and boil like a damn tea kettle.

Tip me over and pour me out.

I was browsing through a bunch of news headlines and came across this story about a sign a family put up in their yard… referring to the child of one of their neighbors.

I started shaking my head, thinking how much ignorance abounds across the land, when I clicked the link to the comments on the article.  The first five comments were the standard internet message board posting.  From there the “debate” was reduced to correcting the spelling of other commenters, and then other commenters correcting the spelling of the those, and so on. It is the epitome of petty.

I used to be unable to send out emails or IMs or text messages with incorrect spelling or punctuation.  Now?  I don’t care so much, unless it’s an email going to a potential employer.  Chatting informally in writing is just that… no need to get hung up on the spelling. I admit, I still have to stop myself from getting fanatical about correctly capitalizing and spelling and punctuating my text messages… but as all things go it’s a work in progress.

I found the comment thread hilarious, it’s been a long time since I stumbled into a heated forum where this kind of stuff was going on.  In fact, the last time was while browsing the NSBR board over at Two Peas.  Eventually I had to stop going there, because wooo!  Talk about a train wreck.  HA - case and point.