Randomness - Must be Friday

Having random Friday three Fridays in a row makes this a trend, not a random occurrence. I love random occurrences. But the first and second time had randomness as well. I am so confused.

Public Services Announcement
I was using sitemeter the other day, seeing which of my non-front-page views are most common. And one page looked fairly weird, http://www.inblogs.net/dsmoya31410/. Well, I went on to see what In Blogs, the root directory, was all about. Apparently it is a way to view blogs from work sites that block Blogger. So for those of you who just read me on the weekends, because boss man is cruel, this may be a way to circumvent boss man for a time.

Airport craigslist
Last Friday, Larry responded to my blog entry with the following comment: I also have a proposal for those people that live in caves and dont know you cant take switchblades on an aircraft. At the security checkout, when you have to drop off your knife, machete, stun gun whatever is the object du-jour, they give you a coupon stating that you dropped off a (INSERT ITEM NAME). Then when you get to the airport your traveling to, you get to rummage through that airlines confiscation box for a similar, or lesser item in return. Sort of like a free craigslist without the internet.

craigslist in General
Okay, I will admit I never heard of craigslist until reading Larry's response. So then I googled it and found search craigslist in Savannah. They have craigslist in lots of cities.

Under the personals, I saw something called chance encounters. Something like that. So I looked at Female to Male and Male to Female. Anyway, I was not sure exactly what chance encounters were, but I originally looked at Female to Male, me being female. Well, I should be looking in Male to Female, because if some guy saw me and our eyes locked, etc., but he was too shy to say something, I could find out about it there. I was not looking for someone who was looking for me per se (I would stay the heck away from such a person/stalker), but I did find one response a bit interesting:

You were a pretty brunette standing in front of Barnes & Noble on your cell phone. I was a walking towards the store when we saw each other. I saw you smile. I looked down. Some guy turned on loud rock music in his car behind me. I looked at him then looked at you. You laughed then I laughed with you as I walked by. I thought you were very pretty but I didnt stop to say Hi and I wish I had. It was one of those random encounters that you think about for days wondering "What If?" If you read this and find yourself thinking about it too then please reply.

Chance Decisions
Have you ever wondered if some seemingly inconsequential decision turns your life up-side-down? The Abba song, "The Day Before We Met." Well, that is probably not the title, but it is in the chorus. And come to think of it, it deals not with chance decisions but wondering what one was doing the day before someone entered their lives.

You have all heard the stories about missing a train to find the person you married. Or getting arrested at the same protest. Or on a lark, taking a cooking course because you were bored. Okay, the third example sounds better than having a lonesome, desperate man take a cooking course because he was the only man in the class.

I wonder if anyone ever meets from craigslist chance encounters. Maybe not in Savannah.

Restroom Confessions
There are two types of public restrooms: ones that you lock when entering (you have the toilet and the sink all to yourself) and the ones where you enter a stall. When I enter the restrooms where you can lock the door (you are the only one in the restroom), if it stinks like poop in the restroom, I don't enter. I don't do it because the poop smells and it is unpleasant. Well, it is unpleasant. But I don't enter the restroom, because I don't want to be exiting the restroom and have someone come in behind me and think I stunk up the place. I don't want to be blamed for foul odors my own colon did not make.

Am I weird that way?

Peanuts
How come the food always tastes better at restaurants where they serve peanuts in shells and don't mind if you throw the shells on the floor. For that matter, how come peanuts taste better when you have to shell them?

Error Messages
I am getting alot of Blogger error messages. Something like this:
We're sorry, but we were unable to complete your request.
Please copy in the following error code when contacting Blogger Support or posting in the Blogger Help Group.

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This code will help us to track down your specific problem and fix it! We apologize for the inconvenience.

I sort of want to write back and just say Bite Me. But would they care?

Perception
You know, when I read about astronomy and such, I don't really understand the magnitude of it all. The weight of our Earth - can't carry it - and the weight of the Sun - again, can't carry it. I know the styrofoam balls are different sizes, but I have not a clue about relative terms. Hard to comprehend.

One light year verses a drive from Savannah to Boston. I know my ass would be sore with both trips, and that's about it. I am pretty sure the light year means more potty breaks. I tried posting this response on Quasar's blog, but I couldn't. Some darned problem. And I was going to be witty.

Name that Pecker
Leesa has a contest for naming one of the birds that frequents her yard. Here is how I wanted to respond, but since Blogger is acting up, I am not sure I can respond: Well, this is a Pileated Woodpecker, considered by most to be the largest woodpecker in the US (the Ivory-Billed would trump it, but it has only been seen reliably in Cuba). So this is one big 'pecker.

I would consider "Simon," after the American Idol judge, because he fancies himself a big 'pecker as well.

Can I mention that I hate server problems?

Monday Idea
Oh, and I thought of a good post for Monday - but if I don't write it down here, I will forget about it. Think IRS. If I remember to write it, it is going to be very entertaining to me.