Maybe I have elevator rage, but I think it's righteous

Thought of the day: I have a great deal of disdain for people who press both the up and down button when waiting for the elevator to make it come faster. I know that there are rumors that doing that is the secret code that will cause the elevator to spew out any inhabitants and break the laws of physics to come to your beck and call, but most studies indicate that this belief is false. Mainly it will just make me have to stop on your floor when I'm in a hurry to get home so that we can have an awkward conversation about how the elevator is going up 10 floors and you only want to go down 2 so maybe you should wait for the other one. Please, next time you're waiting for an elevator, just press one button indicating the direction that you actually want to go. If it helps, imagine that the other button is actually a bomb trigger attached to some sort of something you would rather have not exploded. It will save us both time. Actually, it might only save me time, but that will save you my silent curses that probably don't do anything, but if they do, you're going to wake up hairless, so best not to risk it.

Not striving for quality or quantity, but simply existence

I've been trying to blog frequently since my last post, but I'm finding that between work, running, frisbee and studying, I just don't have the time to produce the free-flowing rambles I have become accustom to publishing. Well, I do have the time for them, just not time to write them down. If I could take all the thoughts that run through my head while I'm running and transcribe them, that might work, but I'm not yet aware of any thought extracting technology that could accomplish that for me, so they're generally lost to the ages by the time I'm home. However, one did stick with me yesterday, and that idea was that instead of trying to produce the longer posts I used to and failing, that maybe I should just periodically blog whatever random thing occured to me during the day that managed to stay until I had a chance to record it.

Actually, I lied, two thoughts stuck with me yesterday, that one I just mentioned, the shorter, slightly less coherent, posts idea, and one about how awesome my running music is. This occured to me as the non-dance remix version of Safety Dance came on. I also have a dance remix version, hence the distinction. Sometimes, if I'm pretty sure there aren't any people around, I'll spell safety outloud, because how can you not. If there are people around, I just imagine that I'm in the video, which improves my running since the people in it generally terrify me, and terror naturally leads to speed.

My exercise music is pretty much an accumulation of every song that has ever motivated me in my life that I have on my computer, which I think makes me cool. But as I was running, I thought that perhaps not everyone would realize exactly how cool I am, because only I can hear my music when that song they sing in the Muppet Movie when they're painting Fozzie's uncle's Studebaker comes on. So I decided to blog it. Which I just did. So there we go.

I think this new blogging will go well.