So, when you pay at the pump, a lot of them ask you for your zip code. At first, I thought this was so they could find high population clumps of customers and build one closer to them. But then I learned (possible rumor mongering) that this was a security feature.
What?
Clearly nobody who steals somebody's credit card could know what their zip code is...
Showing posts with label Ramblings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ramblings. Show all posts
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Friendship
Isn't making friends weird? Especially as an adult? Not talking about facebook friends, but friends who actually mutually want to associate with each other outside of the place they met?
So finding people to talk to at work who don't hate you is easy.
In order to classify as a friendship, let's suppose the following conditions must exist:
1) You actually get along.
2) Person 1 invites Person 2 to do something.
3) Person 2 invites Person 1 to do something.
4) You talk about more than the venue where you met (i.e., work/school/church).
5) Repeat
However, let's suppose the following rule is true:
You don't have to be friends with somebody you don't want to be friends with (an old friend told me this a few years ago). So how do you know that both sides actually want to be friends, and one isn't just going along with it to be nice?
On the flip side, you typically have to be a friend to make friends, or rather, you have to go out of your way to make the first step.
On the other hand, suppose somebody makes the first step toward friendship with you, but you don't want to? Aaaawkward.
On the other other hand, everybody needs a friend. So are you going to turn your back on them? Duhn-duhn-duhn. (Yes, I know nobody's said that since 2007.) Unless they're a complete jerk.........
Let's also suppose the following is true, which isn't necessarily true being a married adult with children:
You have time for friends. They have time for you. So just because you don't have time for each other does that mean you wouldn't have otherwise been good friends?
So put all of these things together, and it's no surprise that since school, you haven't made more than a handful of new friends.
Of course, if you don't waste your time writing dumb blogs, you might have time after all.
So finding people to talk to at work who don't hate you is easy.
In order to classify as a friendship, let's suppose the following conditions must exist:
1) You actually get along.
2) Person 1 invites Person 2 to do something.
3) Person 2 invites Person 1 to do something.
4) You talk about more than the venue where you met (i.e., work/school/church).
5) Repeat
However, let's suppose the following rule is true:
You don't have to be friends with somebody you don't want to be friends with (an old friend told me this a few years ago). So how do you know that both sides actually want to be friends, and one isn't just going along with it to be nice?
On the flip side, you typically have to be a friend to make friends, or rather, you have to go out of your way to make the first step.
On the other hand, suppose somebody makes the first step toward friendship with you, but you don't want to? Aaaawkward.
On the other other hand, everybody needs a friend. So are you going to turn your back on them? Duhn-duhn-duhn. (Yes, I know nobody's said that since 2007.) Unless they're a complete jerk.........
Let's also suppose the following is true, which isn't necessarily true being a married adult with children:
You have time for friends. They have time for you. So just because you don't have time for each other does that mean you wouldn't have otherwise been good friends?
So put all of these things together, and it's no surprise that since school, you haven't made more than a handful of new friends.
Of course, if you don't waste your time writing dumb blogs, you might have time after all.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Burstiness
So evidently you've noticed by now that I go through spurts - several posts in a day followed by several days of absence. Oh well.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
CPR in the movies
So, I learned CPR as a boy scout*. Since then, I've seen a number of movies or TV shows where they do CPR. They NEVER go straight up and down on the chest compressions like you're supposed to.
* Disclaimer - That was a looooooong time ago, and I haven't kept up certifications. I also heard "they" changed how you're supposed to do it recently.
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