Pixar Review #2: A Bug's Life!

Hey, Friends! Here's my second review of the Pixar movies. Missed the first one? Catch it here.



Next up is Toy Story 2!

Can't help myself

When I went to Starbucks today, there was a man out front wearing a Kansas City Royals hat, and a child with him was wearing a jersey that said “Royals.”

Naturally, I went up to them and asked if they were from KC, expecting him to say ‘yes’ and for us to then share what suburb we’re actually from, ask if he lives here or if he was on vacation, etc.

But when I asked him if he was from KC, he told me no.

What??

Uhhhh.

I thought maybe he thought I was flirting with him and felt uncomfortable about it. Well, maybe he did, but it turns out his kid’s (or nephew's or whoever--I'm not assuming things here anymore) team is the Royals and he just had the KC hat to accompany his fandom.

But, and this is just a suggestion here, shouldn’t he get something that says “Royals” on it rather than “KC”?

Ah well.

Ironically a week ago at California Adventure theme park, I saw a man wearing a KC hat and he was actually from the greater KC area. He was at the park with some students who go to my rival high school. 

I also saw a girl at the park last weekend wearing a Jayhawk shirt. I said, “Go Jayhawks!” and she did not slow her pace at all as she gave me a very half-hearted “Yeah, Rock Chalk” as she kept moving past me.

When I went to California Adventure in November, there was a couple there who used to live about two streets away from where my parents reside. They were friendly.

So, moral: asking people if they’re from Kansas City or Kansas has various results, but I’m not going to stop asking. 

Sportsmanship

Quite often when I'm on a machine at the gym, and I reach that point where I think, "Yeeeeeeaah! I've been on this sucker for [X number of] minutes and I'm still going!," I want to high five the person or persons on the machine(s) next to me.

I think it's only a matter of time before I give in to this urge.

You think alcohol lowers your inhibitions? Have you seen what endorphins can do to people's social boundaries?

By the way, if we weren't in America (or Europe, probably), we wouldn't be having this conversation. High fives would be the norm, me thinks.

Friday Confusion, yay!

Friends,

I think you all should know that I get you mixed up.

I know who you all are (well, except for those I don't), but you have to know that I moved a lot growing up, and I'm a chatterbox, so I'm always meeting new people, and now that I've had 28 years to accumulate a social sphere, and I'm 28 so I'm not as sharp as I used to be, ...

...Well, sometimes I get my wires crossed. I seem to be doing this more lately.

I was just perusing "People I might know" on LinkedIn, and saw someone and thought of someone else I know and thought some vague thought about them knowing each other.

Highly doubtful that they know each other, because while I can't remember even 5 minutes later which two individuals I was thinking about when I had this vague thought, I realized quickly at the time that one of them went to, say, college with me and the other went to high school or some other non-college place with me.

Thus, probably don't know each other.

I feel like I do this a lot. I have to remind myself that while a lot of my friends do know a lot of my other friends, a lot of them don't know each other.

So, I guess this is a fair warning: if I say something strange to you about "our" pal from college, or from after school care at the YMCA when "we" were in elementary school, or some other place that you have not traveled to with me by your side, just know that it's not you. It's me and my overextended, oversocialized brain.

Over and out,
Bailey

Too much!

It's a rather miserable feeling when you're worn out, stressed out, and spread thin, and as you wonder how you got yourself into this mess you realize, "I did this to myself."

It might be time to shave some hobbies off my list, or at least put one or two on a temporary hold...