You promised me a churro!

Went to Disneyland with Shosh and Aliza yesterday. Man, that place is boring as hell when you don't have kids. Still, the overall experience is kind of fun in that it's like being on another planet. One filled with people who will buy ANYTHING and wear it on their head. "You're sellin' a rainbow colored baseball cap with a propeller on top? Well slap that bad boy on my dome! Here's 35 bucks." I love imagining the closets of people like this. I'm assuming they're literally teaming over with souvenir t-shirts, foam fingers, and all manner of battery powered light-up objects purchased at various fireworks displays throughout their lives.

But I'm not judging. No matter what event I'm going to, I'm convinced I'm missing out on part of the experience if I don't have the ridiculously overpriced program.
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A Room with a View

I like my office. I really do. Pretty big windows. A decent sized couch. The occasional termite flying about is kind of a drag, but all in all it's not really that bad. But the part of my office I'm not really sure about is the view. The building next to mine is a little veteranary clinic, and my window overlooks a little grassy area behind it. Throughout the day, I look out of my edit bay to see the green grass and trees waving in the hot valley breeze... to get a little sense of calm in a usually hectic day.

Also, invariably, there will be a dog taking a dump. A vet tech taking out a cocker spaniel. A Prada sunglassses-wearing girl with her Maltese. Some dude with a Pit Bull on a chain. Dump. Dump. Dump. All freaking day long.

Don't get me wrong, it's not the act of a dog doing his fillthy, filthy business that bugs me. Hell, I start every day taking my little pup out for her morning poo. The thing that get me is that I spend half the day infuriated, seeing people watch their dog take a crap and then just leave it there. This grassy area is not a lawn... it's a little public space on a relatively busy street, and the vets office has bag dispensers everywhere. But time after time, people just watch Rex or Fluffy or Spuds Mckenzie take a poop and then just hop in their Land Rovers or BMWs and drive off.

The reason it bugs me so much is that when one of the vet techs comes out to walk a dog, not only does he clean up after the dog he's with, but he's got to come BACK out and clean up all the dog crap he saw while he was out there (lest the neighbors complain). Unfair, I tells ya!

So I guess ultimately this is an economic issue, huh? With dog shit = the growing divide between the upper and working class? Or else I just have a problem ignoring douchebaggery. One or the other.