My coworkers say that I’ve got resting murder face. When I’m just zoning out not paying attention to anything, I apparently look like I’m actively searching for something rusty to stab you with.
My coworkers say that I’ve got resting murder face. When I’m just zoning out not paying attention to anything, I apparently look like I’m actively searching for something rusty to stab you with.
I’ll always remember a story my buddy told me in high school. His dad was a judge, and absolutely brilliant, and a major alcoholic. One time his dad sat him down and said ‘I think you’ll have a good life. Because you’re smart enough to do well in this world, but not smart enough to realize what a shithole it is.’
I really think that there is a point where if you’re smart enough, you have brain power to really pay attention to everything that goes on in the world. And paying attention to all of that can do serious harm to one’s psyche.
Scrotapodes.
Ha. Thanks. Like I said, my Deutsch is kinda shit.
There are also weird German rules about article endings. A band I like has a song called “Herz Eines Trache” which means Heart of a Dragon. I don’t speak great German, so first time I heard it I wasted an embarrassing amount of time trying to figure out what eine Strache is.
Bikes are popular in Seattle, but I’m not sure I’d call it a bike-friendly city. Tons of rain, tons of hills, tons of bridges, tons of crappy roads. We put bike lanes in a bunch of places, but a lot of them still have to go through confusing intersections or only cover part of your commute. Add on the new trend of no-hands driving, it’s still pretty dangerous.