Minifig's Monologue.

If you read tonight’s twitter update before The Little Shop of Horrors started; “At a local play..New site entry will be typed up tonight after I get home. Prolly about my pet peeves and little things that annoy me. -Mini”

So, as promised tonight’s entry should be a fun one for you all to read…

My pet peeves and things that annoy the ever living bajebus out of me.

People who wear their pants like this.

They’re nicknamed “Ghetto Pants”, or as I like to call them, “Easy access”, yes, I’m saying if you wear your pants like this, you’re asking for your bum hole to be probed until your hole no longer looks like this: o , and instead looks similar to this: O.

Next up?

Movie theaters who put lights next to entry and exit doors. Especially when you’re sitting in back rows next to those exit doors.

People go in and out of those doors people. Every single damn time you open the door, you’re like a deer in the headlights. I mean damn.

While we’re on the subject of movie theaters and things like it (theatres, plays, concerts, etc).

Serial coughers. Yes. I’m talking the people who cough like they’ve got the whooping cough or the bubonic plague and simply refuse to get up and do something about it. No one will kill you if you get up and grab a drink of water. Hell, if I ever run my own theatre, play house or whatever, I might even stop the show so that you can grab that damn glass of water.

Speaking of running my own play house/theatre.. here’s something else that’ll never ever happen.

Kids that are under the age of the movie’s required age limit to be in the movie.

The ratings I’m talking about?

G. Anyone can go in. I don’t care who you are.
PG. 8 and Below.
PG-13. If you’re 13, you can get in. Below that. You ain’t steppin’ foot in my theatre. EVER.
R. Guess what 17 year olds? You’re no longer welcome here. Sorry! You’ve gotta be 21.
NC-17. 21+. If you can buy a drink at my theatre, you can now see this movie.

If you’ve got any questions think about it this way..

If you’re a 17 year old trying to get into an R movie, I will throw you out.

Yes, I am aware this would restrict 17 year olds and all to seeing movies that are PG-13 and below, but here’s the thing. If they’re going to act like they’re young, they should see movies that are geared around that age group. I’m sick and tired of people talking on cell phones, talking, and doing general tom-foolery in theatres while I’m trying to watch a movie. I don’t care if I pay 75¢ for said movie or 7$. I paid for it, I don’t want to be disturbed. Why pay for a movie if you’re not even going to watch it?

This goes for people bringing kids into theatres as well. Why in hell would you bring a baby in to an R rated movie? When they cry or get upset because it gets too loud and you’re too upset to take your kid out.. ? Is it really that damn hard to call 1-800-Babysitters, or call a friend? Jeez people. Granted, I’m nice enough to not reach out and smack you, but, I’m sure if I wasn’t a morally north and correct guy, I wouldn’t have a problem with it.

Ok. On to the next one.

People who were watching the UStream last night can follow this one:

People who think they’re “hot stuff” and know everything or something that other people do not when they’re just pulling a load of bull pucky out of their yin-yang and it’s completely totally apparent they are.

I have no idea how to describe how much this infuriates me.

So and so who is related to so and so who said so and so said so and so’s cousin who said this is happening! — I mean .. how credible is that?!

This next one I’ve been catching a lot of UStreamers on lately.

“Wat” “Wut” “U” etc.

If you are on a keyboard. Please. For the love of whatever deity you choose to believe in, before I smack you and make you believe in one, SPELL YOUR WORDS OUT.

I understand if you’re charged per character on your cell/mobile phones, but if you’re on your keyboard, spell your words out. Now that I think about it, I don’t know very many cell/mobile carriers anymore who charge per character anymore. What do I mean by character? I mean if I type out each word out like this: T H I S I S A C O M P L E T E S E N T E N C E . Even that makes me sick to do.

The next?

People who believe total lies before researching things in their full ability. Though, for some people that may be a stretch.

What do I mean by that?

.. Well, check this image, from my Facebook in a new window.

Does that explain it? I hope so.

Under that same tree, is a different acorn (pardon the political joke people), ignorant and racist (they’re one in the same..usually(?) aren’t they?) people.

Oh boy, I have no idea how idea how to describe how much this irks me off.

What do I mean here?

Well.. People who hate gays/lesbians or bisexuals just because of the people they decide to love. (This is the big one.) In this same vein, people who hate people because they have a different color skin or because they’re disabled, or Hell, because they have *gasp* a different religion.

Atisha of the Buddhist religion had the greatest saying about how we should live our lives.

The greatest achievement is selflessness.
The greatest worth is self-mastery.
The greatest quality is seeking to serve others.
The greatest precept is continual awareness.
The greatest medicine is the emptiness of everything.
The greatest action is not conforming with the worlds ways.
The greatest magic is transmuting the passions.
The greatest generosity is non-attachment.
The greatest goodness is a peaceful mind.
The greatest patience is humility.
The greatest effort is not concerned with results.
The greatest meditation is a mind that lets go.
The greatest wisdom is seeing through appearances.

I have lived my entire life this way, 29 years so far, and Deity willing, several more..

Under this same tree, falls the Shallow People Acorn.

The shallow people acorn really hits home for me as it hits me quite a bit.

Confession time: Yes, I’m a straight guy, but I’ve got several quirks.

I’m Autistic. I think with both brain sides. Left and right, which means, not only am I an analytical thinker, but I’m an artistic thinker.

I actually prefer to think with my right side of the brain, instead of the left.

What does this mean? They say that the left brain side is better for Logical and sequential thinking, rational thought, analytical and objective thinking and looks at the parts instead of the whole. Meanwhile the right side of the brain does the exact opposite; random thoughts, it’s supposed to be intuitive, it’s supposed to holistic synthesize things, is very subjective and looks at the whole thing.

I sadly, or awesomely, my whole life have thought in both ways even when on my medication. That’s why my life is so difficult for me.

I’ve gotten to used to it but it’s still kind of crazy.

Along with these quirks, I’ve got a ton of hobbies, and a great great love of all things. One of these things is music, of all kinds. I’ve been seeing loads of musicals and plays lately.. and one of the biggest things I’ve always wanted to do is work in stage work with plays and musicals. I’m crossing my fingers because I’ve been putting my name in local theaters and hoping that they’ll call me in for an internship.

If the internship works out.. things may go further. However, where does this fall under the shallow acorn? I’ve been called gay because of my love of musicals and plays, among other things. This has actually made it so that I can’t get dates, or, in one case, have been abandoned by a date because I didn’t have the gumption to ask her if she’d like to sleep with me. Deity knows why the heck that would mean I’m gay, I assumed that sleeping with someone is something you do after you’ve been with them for a while.. not after two or three dates.

Ah well.

That’s a pretty good list to start off.. perhaps, if you like this entry, and tell me you do, I’ll continue it sometime down the road.

This has been the longest entry yet.. 1,445 words not counting this sentence..

Let me know what you think.

Mini.

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