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Argh. Don't you hate it when you're moving tons of files around on several computers..? Of course you do. It's not fun. Plus, you're bound to lose something. If there's an important file, chances are, you'll forget it! I've done this very thing, which brings me to this blog. I apologize for blogging with little purpose, but I need my gallery listing icon. I know it's -somewhere- but I don't know where. How I could've misplaced it, I have no clue.

I was trying to think of some interesting news or something worth while to talk about but little came to mind. Some minor news, it "snowed" today. Not much but enough to cause everyone to panic and drive like maniacs. It was visually pleasing from the window, at least.

Ah! I've thought of something, but it falls under the category of rant. Sorry but here goes. Senor and I went to the movies recently. We don't go to the theatre very much anymore since the prices have climbed so high. But when we do go, we have certain rituals. For instance, we like sitting in the very back row, right under the projector. This is due in part to people resting their feet on the back of our seats or kicking. Incredibly rude and irritating.

So, in order to alleviate this annoyance and avoid people, we always arrive 30 minutes before the movie starts and take our seats in the back. But of course, plans are rarely flawless and we usually encounter another problem: strangers asking for favors. When the movie starts, there's always people who wander in and look for empty seats. Naturally, the very front row is free but no one wants to sit there. Not even the late people who deserve to sit there. Instead, they come stumbling over to us and ask us to move for them. So their group of 5 can all huddle together and talk during the movie.

Our answer? No! Absolutely not. Why on earth would we move? There's an empty front row, go sell your sob story down there. I honestly don't care. This exact thing happened just a week or two ago during The Prestige. Great movie, btw. So, these idiots had to sit around us.

I guess now I'm wondering, why on earth do strangers ask for favors? You don't know them, yet, they feel you owe them something. I've even asked people that before, when they ask me for a favor and I decline. I reply, "Why are you asking me to do this for you?" They generally snort at me and say I could do it to be polite. Well, isn't it incredibly impolite to ask a stranger for something? I sure as hell wasn't raised to even TALK to strangers, take their candy or ask for freaking favors.

If I honestly wanted to do something for someone, to help them, -I'd- offer. I would extend myself for their benefit but not because they're forcing me to. I know if I asked those people to move seats for me, they sure as hell wouldn't. That's how life is.

This reminds me of several other episodes where people have asked (ie - TOLD) me to do something for them. All of these people were healthy, 30-somethings who were fully capable of doing things for themselves. Why are people like that? I just don't get it.

I used to get a lot of leers at the post office because I would always have the most parcels to ship. So, to avoid the lines and scoffs behind my back, I decided to utilize one of those "ship it yourself" machines in the lobby. That was nicer but people would still huff about how much time I required to process my shipments. One day, this woman asks if she and the man next to her can cut in front of me. The PO was closed, this machine was the only way to check out. Did I mention that I was already using the machine when she asked? I got there first and I had things to ship, just like her. Only difference is, I got there first. It was apparently more important to me than her. It was a particularly hot day and I was in the middle of work, so this woman's request got under my skin.

And here I thought I had nothing to blog about! Har Har. Sorry for the rant.