If I ever had a new aria to learn I would listen to Gedda first in order to make sure I was “doing it right.”
Garrett Harris 4 p.m., Feb. 27
I try not to repeat myself on blogs, and I'm surprised that each day there's something else I'm able to find to rant about.
As my girlfriend said at a party tonight "Yeah...well, a lot of stuff pisses you off."
So, when I was walking my dog at 10 p.m. last night through Hillcrest and stepped in a mound of dog poo on the sidewalk, that slide me two feet and almost had me fall on my back...I thought about ranting on that. But I mentioned people not cleaning up after their dogs before.
When I heard Dr. Laura say the most idiotic thing today, I thought about blogging on that.
But I decided today, it would be about cell phones.
I've blogged before about how you should be able to use them when you drive, if you know how to do both. The problem is, 90% of the population can't. Now, I think I can (that doesn't make me egotistical...I'd gladly do what the police do and offer anyone that doubts this to do a ride-along with me and prove it to them).
But I thought it was great when I heard today that bus drivers, trollery and train operators, would no longer be allowed to bring their phones with them. It just wasn't worth the risk, with all these texting accidents that have happened lately.
And anyone that had the news on yesterday saw the Presidents press secretary at the podium, and two different cell phones rang. The first one he threw out a door. The second one, well...the guy took the call. And we even see and hear him explain to the person what is going on.
I think the news organizations that these people work for should either suspend them, fire them, or give them a warning that if that ever happens again, they're gone. It's the most unprofessional, and idiotic thing ever.
I can't remember when I got a cell phone. It may have been around 10 years ago. I do know that most of my friends had already gotten phones, and many were bugging me for not having one.
I see about two movies a week in the theatres. And if there's 52 weeks in a year...I'm trying to do the math on my fingers here...that's about 1,040 times I've been in a movie with my cell phone. And it's never gone off.
I will admit there were two or three times when the movie started and I forget to turn it off. Then I saw some jackass texting a few rows in front of me, and that reminded me to turn it off.
And with those fake commercials and various messages before the movie starts, there's no excuse.
But if someone has a cell phone go off and I hear them whisper "I can't talk, I'm in a movie right now." I'm going to be the jerk that says, "Then shut the f*** up and don't take the call!"
My girlfriend will be mortified. Or as my friend said when we were at the Mission Valley Theatre and I got into it with a bunch of gang-banging thugs..."Is it really worth getting shot over?"
Well, yes. I mean, no. Obviously I don't want to get shot over telling someone they're a jerk for answering their phone. But I'd rather take that risk, than being like the other 50 people that would rather sit there stewing in their seats being angry and missing the movie, only to complain to their date on the ride home.