clarification about ex friends

in my last post i wrote about a prom experience with an ex-friend.
then mel commented that i wasn't very nice to my ex-friends.
this could use some clarification.
the person in question isn't an ex-friend b/c we have fallen out of touch or b/c we just stopped hanging out. he actively decided to become a royal a$$hole and went from being one of my best friends to someone i don't even know any more. i don't know the cause for the sudden change of heart, and i confronted him several times and he didn't have the balls to explain what his problems with me were (or his problems with eric). one day he just became one of the biggest pricks i know.
maybe this explains things.

the last prom

i realize i never wrote about my last dumb prom experience.
i have pictures too but i'm too lazy to post them, so i'll just write about it.

akin to how i didn't want to go to my prom, tom (my ex-friend) and meylin (his ex-girlfriend) and shaina (meylin's best friend) all went to music and art high school in the city and they didn't want to go to their stupid prom either. so they rented a limo and made reservations at a nice restaurant in the village and i was appointed shaina's date. i don't remember if before the prom or after the prom at some point i went out on a date with shaina and made one embarrasingly awkward attempt to kiss her and that really didn't work out and made me feel really stupid. oh man do i love recalling being a really awkard teenager. ANYWAY so the dinner was fine, we drank a bunch at the italian restaurant, and they didn't seem to mind that we were clearly young. and then the limo was WAY late coming to pick us up and then the driver was like, "where to?" and the answer was something like "just drive around." and then we're driving around and tom starts telling me in hebrew that he really wants to hook up with meylin and why are shaina and i just sitting there and not getting it on? and then we stopped at port authority and bought some porn to put on the tv in the limo... why? i don't really know. and i didn't really want to hook up with shaina at this point. so maybe it was after that awkard date. anyway, eventually we just started making out on one end of the limo and tom could get his groove on in the other end. by this point i think the limo driver had figured out we weren't really going anywhere so he just parked somewhere near wall street. so shaina was on top of me, and we were making out and we're like, hmm, why is the car kinda bouncing, and we look on the other side (why?) and there's meylin going down on tom. we're like "oh my, let's ignore that" and we just went back to making out. a little while later there is some serious bouncing action and we glance again and this time it is sex on the other side of the limo.... yeah, so i've been in the same car with my childhood (now-ex) friend having sex. very strange. especially since i didn't really want to hook up with shaina and all we were doing was kissing. AND i ended up breaking out all over my face, so i must've been allergic to her makeup. AND after we dropped the girls off at their respective apartments, the limo didn't want to drive to riverdale (let alone yonkers) because that apparantly wasn't in the agreement. so after a bunch of drunk arguing with the driver, we had to get out and take a yellow taxi cab home at like 4 or 5 in the morning.
lovely experience.
and my feet hurt because my shoes weren't so comfortable.
i'll find a picture and put it up eventually.

more people

what about people who put the little flap on the toilet paper down the front, versus those who let it go down the back.

people who are compulsive e-mail checkers, and the other kind.

people who don't mind spending $20 on a bottle of wine, or people who drink box-o-wine.

people who have 6 pairs of jeans and 1 pair of sneakers, vs people who wear the same pair of jeans so long that they can stand by themselves but own a different pair of sneakers for each sport that they might play once a year.

people who forget what they've said and thus repeat themselves, or the people who forget what they say and repeat themselves.

those folks who can shake their booty and get their groove on when the music is right, and the other folks who look like me on the dance floor.

More Types (also known as Volume II)

My first crack at this. What fun!

Those who check craigslist contantly for all their needs and those who don't have needs that can be filled by craigslist.

Those who want to the lastest and greatest and those who think last year's clunker is better than this year's shiny new model.

People who are on facebook and people who are on myspace.

Those who fart on their partners in bed and those who are farted upon.

People who name their pets after food, people who talk about eating pets even when they aren't named after food, and people who can keep the two things separate.

Those who brush their teeth before sex and those who like sex first thing in the morning before they had a chance to brush their teeth.

People who watch football for the ads and people who watch football cause everyone else is.

People who understand baseball is the greatest sport ever invented and people who weren't born in America. (and even some who are)

People who sleep and fuck on air mattresses and people who need a real mattress (or at least a wall).

People who talk to their families through their pets and people who talk to each other.

People who drink light beer and people who don't like to drink piss.

Mets and Yanks are on. So those who are going to stop blogging to watch and those who couldn't care less.

two types of people volume I

i need to take a break from work for a few minutes and i've been thinking about putting a post like this up for a while, and eric i'm sure will be able to continue with a volume II, and other submissions are most welcome.

in our relentless effort to categorize, i think it is only fair that the majority of people are either of one type or another. so the following is a list of types, and see if you agree with me.

there are two types of people.
people who talk loudly on their cell phones, people who don't.
people who leave the toilet seat up, people who put it down.
people who are dumped, people who are the dumpers.
people who shit, people who don't.
people who talk during movies, people who don't.
people who do their dishes, people who don't.
people who clean their rooms, people who don't.
people who can jump, people who can't.
people who return phone calls, people who don't know what that means.
people who are good drunks, people that aren't.
people who read our blog, people who don't.
(i'm wondering if grammatically these all should be people "that", not people "who"... someone wanna get on my case about this?)
people who give a shit about grammar, people who don't.
people who use the word "whom" and "were" for the subjunctive, and people who don't.

that's long enough. gonna get back to work.

color this

um. i don't disagree either. so why did we have a heated discussion about it?
maybe you're color blind and took it personally?
next time i'm going to have to throw more colorful packets of photons at you. where can i get these packets? do they come in six-packets? mmm. belgian beer.

colors

I think there was simply a misunderstanding as to what we were talking about. I agree perfectly with the statement that people can perceive colors differently. I was saying that if we could find a non-human objective measure, that what I consider a green plant is absorbing all the particular colors of the spectrum from the light except one particular subset which it reflects and I consider green. But that reflected subset, while we humans may all perceive it differently, is still technically quantifiable. On top of that, that subset of reflected light is technically the same packet of photons, regardless of whose retina it ends up hitting. Now, once the packet of light hits the retina, it will be interpreted however that human does it. But if we could step outside the human box, we could in fact give certain packets of light discreet names, regardless if they match up to what color we consider them to be at the moment.

Arguments don’t end with Yaniv being called names. They end with me being right.