It used to not bother me at all, but lately I've been rather miffed when I'm amongst company and people are constantly on their mobile phones. I understand the need to check whether or not a message is important, verify a scoring alert for your favorite sports team, or looking up something on the web the relates to the topic at hand - otherwise, you really shouldn't be on your phone.
Speak; have a genuine conversation.
That bad habit is made even more glaring when you see one friend who's never had a smartphone before and only recently (finally) transitioned to one. Yup, unfortunately, he has also joined the cult of screen staring. It's a virus.
Of course, I've been guilty about this too. These days I'm really trying to make a conscientious effort to not have my mobile strapped to my face when I'm hanging out with other people.
Weird-Al is a legend. That parody of Robin Thicke's "Blurred Lines", turning it into a song about proper grammar usage, is absolutely genius. I'm certainly not the staunchest of grammar nazis but I do appreciate well-constructed sentences that are free from blemishes.
Plans to go to the Ramen Festival in Japan-town this past weekend were a bust. The festival was beyond crowded, and reportedly it took a good three hours of waiting in line before one gets the opportunity to savor a bowl of noodles. While I like to think I've more patience than most, waiting multiple hours for what ultimately boils to food just doesn't seem right to me. I don't care how awesome that specialized bowl of ramen is - there's but a finite amount of hours in a day.
Besides, the San Francisco Bay Area has no shortage of ramen restaurants. Now that I think about it, not sure why there was a need for a ramen festival at all. At the very least, organizers should procure a (much) bigger venue next time.