Think about the future!

We're all in agreement that the zombies are coming, right? I'm rational enough to accept that I'll probably be bitten and turned at some point. And when I do turn, I hope that I'll have enough free will left in me to, as my first zombie action, eat Adam Levine's brains. Assuming he has any brains, that is.

Manners and the lack thereof

A thought inspired by a conversation had recently with a clerk at Trader Joe's with whom I'm friendly:

Seriously, can somebody please explain to me what the fucking fascination is with touching the bellies of pregnant women? You people wouldn't want a stranger walking up and slapping you on the ass. Yet otherwise rational, polite people will think nothing of walking up to expectant mothers and giving their swollen stomachs a rub. Is that your stomach? Your baby? If it isn't, don't fucking touch it. You're making the woman very uncomfortable and making yourself look like a thoughtless jackass.