Malingering’s World

Where do these people come from? It’s like that episode of the Twilight Zone where all of the store mannequins come to life when the store closes, except the store is still open and these people walk around all the time.

While I do not like to discourage the ambitious from their Xtreme sportage, dragging your buddy behind your bike on a dog leash seems just a little stupid.

This was not taken at the ren faire, or some sort of period-piece production, in fact is was taken at the Grove and this woman was doing nothing more than shopping. I give her high ratings for conceptualization and creativity but poor marks in effect and projection. Because really, what the hell is does this mean? “I am a damsel in fuschia distress but give me my platforms because it’s time to shop?”

when this woman walked by…

…this woman sitting next to me says to her husband “oh my gosh, she looks like she’s made of plastic!” Then they happened to look over at me, and of course I’m taking a photo of her, so then the woman pulls out her camera phone and says to her husband “we have a camera on this, why don’t we ever use it?” So they got out their phone and started capturing the wonders of the Grove. I was so proud. It’s never too late to become a spy.

It’s the people who hire private trainers/fitness gurus/exercise physiologists to help them get into shape using bouncing balls and yoga mats right smack in the middle of a very congested area of the beach. Now if I were so rich that I could spend my afternoons bouncing on Swedish balls while I paid someone $100 an hour to tell me I was doing a good job, I would certainly rather to it in a more secluded location, at least one where little brats with brand new D80s weren’t sneaking photos of me while I was trying to meditate and clear my mind of the pressure of having too much time and too much money.

Odds are 4:1 that they’re taking photos for their myspace accounts.