There are men reinforcing the mortar between the large slabs of marble covering the facade of the Bank of America building. Seattlites will recognize this building as the large, black skyscraper that dominates the downtown skyline. I realize these superficial slabs of marble provide no structural support whatsoever, but I find it disconcerting nonetheless, specifically due to the fact that my bus stop happens to be located at it’s base. There is the possibility of my ass being taken out by a gigantic slab of graphite-colored marble, but were that to happen, I dont believe I would have to worry about commuting to work anymore. #lawsuit

I think I need to come up with a name for the phenomenon that occurs when you’re listening to your iPod and suddenly a musical abomination pops up on your playlist that you have no recollection of putting there. It’s pretty jarring. Almost as jarring as having your earbuds unexpectedly yanked out of your ears. For some inexplicable reason I find this to be infuriating at a toe-stubbing-level. I bring this up because this morning, while composing the above narrative regarding the perilous marble-spackling, my Beatles-themed playlist was suddenly infiltrated by Nine Inch Nails’ “Head Like a Hole”, causing me to immediately dig for the offending portable music device in order to remedy the situation. Along with a rather audible “aaagh!!!”, eliciting confused looks from passers-by. Some people just don’t get it. It totally ruined my zen thing, man.

Voulez-voulez-vous goo-goo-g’joob.