January 31, 2006
You know what i hate?
I received this rant from my friend today via e-mail. He doesn't have a blog or anything, so I thought I should post it for him. People in Seattle are very outspoken politically and often assume that everyone has the same beliefs. I - sorry (or not) to say - don't really care or follow politics, so I found this a superb reaction:
Dear Meloknee:
Do you know what I hate?
When people get on the elevators and mouth off some political rhetoric expecting me to echo their sentiments but when I don't they look at me like I am some kind of freak.
Today my friend and I were returning from our break and this female coworker rode up with us. She saw the little news blurb-screen and GASPED saying "Oh my god!" like something horrible had happened. I asked what was wrong and she said "Alito was just accepted as a supreme court judge!" thinking I would echo her liberal sentiments. So I started flailing my arms about, saying " Oh my god we're all going to die, we're all going to die! Kiss personal freedom good bye!" in my best Homer Simpson-like sarcastic voice. Then she looked at me like I had killed a cat. If you don't want my overly sarcastic political opinion, don't give me yours.
Posted by meloknee at 03:43 PM | Comments (6)
January 22, 2006
MySpace
So, about a year or two ago I started getting tons of emails from MySpace sent to my meloknee (at) hotmail (dot) com email address. There were friend requests and new comments every day. None of these 
were for me, I use my gmail address for MySpace. It didn't really bother me because I never use that account for anything other than sign-up offers and whatnot. I suppose I could have sent this chick a message and told her she had entered the wrong email address, but I'm lazy and didn't really care. Plus, I figured she would eventually realize that she was not getting the emails. I guess she hasn't though. Today was my lucky day. She must have been logging in somewhere different or something and didn't remember her password, so she had her password emailed to her.
I now have full control over her MySpace account. I created a new email address for her so that they wouldn't be sent to me. Her new email address is stupidmeloknee@hotmail.com. Of course only I have the password and I also have the password to her MySpace account. Hmm...any ideas?
Posted by meloknee at 02:02 PM | Comments (8)
July 06, 2005
reasons not to shop at pike place market
In theory, shopping at Pike Place Market is a good idea. I woke up early this morning with the best intentions. I gave aggielicious a much needed bath, fixed myself some breakfast and then got ready and headed out into the beautiful morning; my eyes set on the Market. The walk down the hill was pleasant enough. There were a few rocky patches as I fought my way through some tourists and hormone-filled-out-of-school teenagers, but overall it wasn't that bad. When I got down to the Market things got bad, real bad. So, the reasons not to support your local farmer's market:
1. Tourists
2. The smell of yesterday's fish fluids that have escaped with the melting ice and only get worse as the days heat up.
3. Yuppies with children, a.k.a. tourists.
4. People stop to look at the fruits and vegetables as if they've never seen them before. Oh, wait, those are tourists.
5. The suburbanites that think it is a good idea to try and get one of the 2 parking spots that are actually on the Market.
6. Did I mention the tourists?
Anyway, I got dirty looks and smart-ass comments for not being nice to some lady after she ran into me. Finally, I got my fruits and vegetables (it's easy once you actually reach your produce stand of choice because no one else there is actually buying anything) and got the hell out. My good intentions & good mood were gone.
Posted by meloknee at 07:07 PM | Comments (2)
February 08, 2005
Farting
You know who really sucks? People who fart while they are in elevators by themselves, that’s who. Then, they get out on the first floor and walk out like it's nothing, leaving you, the unsuspecting & innocent bystander to walk in behind them. By the time you realize what you've just stepped into, it's too late. The door has closed and you are stuck however many floors it may be, praying with all your might that when you get where you're going, no one gets on and thinks you're the evil elevator farter.
Posted by meloknee at 01:14 PM | Comments (1)
December 21, 2004
first annoying seattle people story....(to be posted anyway)
Every morning when she gets on the bus, she will always, without fail, sit
right next to me. Even if there are open pairs of seats right nearby, she
still picks the one empty spot by my side. And then she expects me to
talk to her!? It's 8:30 in the morning, what would I possibly want to
talk about?! Maybe next time I'll talk to her about how I like having a
little space next to me on the bus in the mornings.Annoying
people, indeed...
submitted by: C. Taylor
Posted by meloknee at 04:15 PM | Comments (1)
December 08, 2004
annoying people in seattle
i was walking down the street today and got hit in the cheek and my sweater snagged on some girl's umbrella. it wasn't even raining, she was blocking her stupid, big, fucking hair from the wind.
so i thought this would be a good idea to introduce an idea of mine...
there are so many good stories about the retarded people of seattle i figured i could start collecting them and posting the good ones. e-mail to annoyingpeople
Posted by meloknee at 03:34 PM | Comments (1)