BillyStyle

I work in a furniture store. Naturally, I hear people discussing dimensions of furniture on a regular basis. I am but a lowly display grunt worker, so I don’t get involved in these conversations, I just sit back with a smug look on my face. The error I’ve noticed most is that many people say “heighth” as opposed to the actual word, which is height (no, it doesn’t end in a “th” like it’s neighbor, width).

Two types of people say it, customers and salespeople. I realize most customers are idiots and therefore I hold no expectations from them. The salespeople, however, are generally pretty confident in their furniture knowledge. A pillar of furniture knowledge is basic facts about furniture, such as dimensions. When discussing dimensions, one is likely to say width and height. Most of the time here in good old St. George, Utah, though, it is heard as “heighth” as opposed to height. Good times.

I bought some of these today. I’ve long been a fan of the classic peppermint style Ice Breakers mints in a tin like this. I got the purple one in the back there. The flavors are Berry Splash, Strawberry, and Raspberry Lemonade. The Berry Splash is just superb, the Strawberry is good as well, starting to get toward the sour side, then the Raspberry Lemonade is the most sour, which really isn’t too powerful, just sour enough and rather tasty.

I am sitting here eating these right now, and I’m remembering that when I eat sour things, my face gets hot. I’ve asked around, I’m the only person I know to whom that happens. I had to get up and get a tall glass of cold water to accompany these mildly sour candies. Neat huh?

This weekend, I heard three people say something was the best ever thing or experience they’ve had. First was at the Australian Pink Floyd Show in Salt Lake City (I’ll post more about this later this day).

1 – After they played Any Colour You Like from The Dark Side of The Moon, my father said that was possibly the greatest thing he’d ever heard. The lead guitar player really took the guitar solo and put his touch on it, but in a style true to David Gilmour.

2 – Comfortably Numb, which I consider as close to musical perfection as one can get, was also played at the concert. My friend CJ, with whom I’ve attended many a concert, said that the second guitar solo that was performed in that song was the best concert moment at which he’s ever been.

3 – My boss at work took a 10 day trip to Hawaii recently. On her return, I asked how the vacation was and she replied that it was the best thing she’s ever done. This one tops the others, as it was the best thing ever for her.

I enjoy hearing about people’s “best evers” in different aspects of life. It’s funny that I heard about 3 of them in a span of just a few days.

So tonight as I was snacking on a late night pair of microwaved hot dogs on toasted bread with barbecue sauce, I realized how incredible a thing is barbecue sauce. Of all the many varieties I have tasted, I can’t think of any two with similar flavors.

My choice tonight for my gourmet snack was Original KC Masterpiece. I prefer this sauce to most, unless I’m working with chicken. For barbecued chicken, I’ve got to use Kraft Original Barbecue Sauce.

As a devout fan of barbecue sauces, I have tried many, yet found that no two are alike. At the moment, I can’t think of any other food product that shares such a strong uniqueness amongst its peers. Crazy stuff.

I’m 27 years old now. I’m getting longer hairs in neat places. For the past couple years, I’ve noticed my nose hairs growing rampant, which is kind of annoying and kind of fun at the same time.

For the past six months or so, I’ve noticed a couple of eyebrow hairs that turn a golden color. I’m a dark haired guy, so this is strange. I’ve plucked them in the past, but lately I’ve left them just to see what becomes of them. Today I looked in the mirror and it looked as though one eyebrow hair had fallen out and was clinging to the brow, so I went to remove it. When I touched the hair, I discovered that it was not a disconnected hair, but rather the tip of one of the golden colored bristles! This excited me. I stretched the hair out to see how long it had become, and to my surprise, it has grown to a length of about ¾ of an inch. The other golden hair next to it is about the same length, also brown-tipped.

Pretty wild stuff. I don’t have any plans for using the hairs to my advantage as of yet, but it is fun to see the hairy changes that come with age.

While at work today, I attempted to give my friend McKay a ride on a dolly (aka hand truck). It seems to me that doing this almost always results in the same two factors.

1. The lifter doesn’t prepare for the weight and limberness of the person because they are used to lifting larger things that, although are heavy, are rigid. People, being mostly water, are much heavier than appliances or furniture (I work at a furniture store.)

2. The liftee doesn’t realize just how much tilt will be involved and will generally react in a knee-jerk-like reaction when their brain tells them they are going to fall.

These two factors usually cause two more things to happen:

1. The liftee reacts to the falling motion by either sitting up (if back is to the dolly) or pushing themselves back (if facing the dolly). Either one of these reactions will push down with great force on the dolly.

2. The lifter will feel the much heavier weight than anticipated, and while re-bracing for the heavier load, gets his with even more weight by the liftee’s reaction to the falling motion.

With these two obligitory effects of not thinking things through, one of the two people almost always gets a little bruise and they both have a good laugh. Today’s case was with McKay facing the dolly, he pushed off, I jerked up on the handle. Apparently he won, because I punched my leg real hard right on a pen that was in my pocket. My hand was sore at first, now my leg is bruised.

I’ve done it many times before and I’m sure I’ll do it again. Just one of those things that I think most people do and never think too much about. I like to analyze small meaningless things like that.

After watching UFC 55 recently, the mental toughness of the fighters became very apparent to me. Some of the fighters scheduled for UFC 56 were interviewed, but it was different than other fighting sports I’ve seen. Two pairs of fighters were interviewed. Each pair that was matched up with each other were sitting side by side and discussing strategy witn the interviewer. Now, in boxing, I’ve seen competitors be friendly towards each other, but they always shy away from strategy. This was different, they were asked how they planned on beating the opponent (who was right next to them) and they would go on to explain weaknesses they saw in the other’s game.

I’m becoming more and more of a fan of the UFC. It has less feaux hype than almost any sport I’ve seen. When fighters say what they plan on doing right in front of their opponent, then go into the ring and somehow manage to still win the fight, that’s pretty impressive to me. Another thing I’m impressed by is the genuine mutual respect most fighters have for each other. It seems as though the fighters truly just love to fight, that they are in it for the love of the game. After most fights, each fighter will show their genuine respect to the other fighter and make sure they’re alright.

I’m liking this stuff more and more each time I watch it.