I love watching other people's groceries move down the conveyer belt when I'm standing in line, and trying to construct a narrative from it. "Oh, that person is having a party"; "oh, that person is too damn busy to cook"; "oh, that person lives alone"....
Hey, what are you doing here? I'm commenting on your blog right now...
I do that too, it feels like prying...so I try to do it surreptitiously, because I think everyone knows that everyone does it.
If everyone knows that everyone does it, what do you gain from doing it surreptitiously?
Speaking of farting, the band Fat Day released an album in homage to Unf with a song whose lyric is "If humans had no poops, only farts, then all your shit would be out in public".
And that's obviously not analogous.
Groceries just don't do it for me. Found is a wonderful site, though. And have you seen trashlog.org?
I'd put a hyperlinky thing in here... but I don't know how. Feh.
<a href="http://trashlog.org">trashlog!</a>
Like that. trashlog!.
Oooh! Fancy! Thanks Ben. Maybe sometime, I'll ask you about italics, too.
End of hijack. :)
I should have checked my link before posting nonsense to unfogged—it seems that trashlog is one of those annoying servers that demands the www prefix. http://www.trashlog.org, why do you gotta do me like you do?
I look at that trash, and I just think, "trash is dirty." I prefer grocery lists.