all right, i officially hate either blogger or mozilla. one of them fucked up my post. i don't want to point fingers because i think i know what caused it, but this is the second time something has gone awry. something needs to be done.

anyway, my topic for today is hallway etiquette.
this isn't something i really feel like bringing to the blogging table, but it's something that's been on my heart recently.

there are some unspoken rules of hallway etiquette. if someone should hold a door for you, you say "thanks." if someone should drop a stack of papers (this has happened in my presence twice this week), you stop and help them pick it up. if you wish to make fun of someone, you wait until they are completely out of earshot to do. it's common courtesy and common sense.

however, there are some etiquette rules that i am rather murky on. the one that confuses me the most is the "double approach," as i've dubbed it. this occurs generally while walking through the double doors of the LSH lobby. this happens to me about once a day. i am reaching for the handle of the door, when i look up through the glass and see someone else reaching for the handle. who opens the door? and who walks through the door first? it always ends up being awkward, and sometimes ends in injury. i would very much like to prevent this, armed with the knowledge of the proper etiquette in this situation, so someone needs to fill me in.

and while i'm here, i'd like to point out the sheer idiocy of mason jennings deciding to play at grandma's sports garden. i am seconding, thirding, and passing the motion that pat nelson so forcefully declared nearly a year ago: grandma's sports garden is cursed. if a horrifying and fiery death should befall dear mason in the months to come, you can be sure to blame it on the sports garden.

on another unrelated rant, i'm just curious as to what the girls who live above us really do. they are the loudest people alive, and you can be sure of that. every waking moment of the day, they run, jump, stomp, squeak, fall, cartwheel, or drop something. in the beginning, i thought surely this is an issue of a thin floor/ceiling. however, i talked with the girls who live directly below us, and they say they barely hear anything from us, so there goes my shoddy building theory. i think the four of us have come to accept the fact that we will never have peace.

i also think that "jump" by van halen could be the best song to come out of the 1980s.

so, to end this random entry like a true blogger, i'm going to post a link.

counterfeitmini.org.
"protecting every man, woman, and child's right to motor genuinely."