You know how there's certain things you don't really bring up just for small talk? Religion, politics, money? It can get messy real quick because either the person you're talking to doesn't agree with your views and is going to try to suck you into their cult/tribe/political fundraiser, or they do agree with you and immediately sign you up for five years worth of weekly nude Buddhist meetings and schedule your house for the next Republican Club debate. Your landlord's a Democrat so he evicts you, leaving you homeless, but of course your teacher doesn't believe that's why you don't have your homework in, so you fail the class and end up dropping out of college to work at McDonalds's until you get promoted to Zippy's, where you were doing great until Doomsville came to the island in the form of torrential downpour and your job is now a swimming pool and you don't have a lifeguard license. Back to the streets.
I put weather in that list of taboo topics as well. Not because any tragedy, failure, or homelessness has ever come from talking about the weather (to the best of my knowledge). But because once you start talking about the weather with someone, that's when you officially know one of you two fall into the category of "The Most Boring People on the Planet." And you probably don't think it's you. But it probably is. If the conversation carries on for more than ten seconds, it's a safe bet it's both of you.
So how great is it that everyone on Oahu (and by everyone, I mean the majority of my Oahu-living Facebook and Twitter friends) have been talking about the weather?
On the whole Facebook note, please don't be a creep and add these people. They have no idea I'm using their weather-related status' to indirectly label them as "The Most Boring People on the Planet."
By the way, I actually really like all those people. And only one of them is actually boring. Just kidding, just kidding. I'm going to get sued for libel.
I know, I know. Talk about calling the kettle black (whatever that actually means). It's been pouring rain for the past week. I mean seriously, what is up with this weather?
I haven't been able to work because Hard Rock doesn't think it's important to have a cover over the lanai and - surprise! - people don't like to eat while sitting under waterfalls. I have to wear my Uggs to school so I don't end up with frostbite toes and people make fun of me and my entire existence is being wasted away as I write hundreds of characters about the WEATHER! At least I know I'm not the only one.
I'm not going to tell you that the hail was caused by cold weather. I'll leave that to the professionals. I'm talking to you,
Star-Advertiser (but +1 for the headline, very catchy).
Stay dry, and don't make fun of my Uggs. They're warm.
And in other design/electronic journalism related news, I learned how to capture a screen shot on a Mac today. You'll also notice I abused that knowledge today (see above).
