The scatterbrainitude does not end.

Scatterbrainitude is the word that best describes what I’m about to write. It’s going to get big as an adjective, so remember to tell everyone that you saw it here first when it’s asked about in some ridiculous VH1 pop culture game show a decade from now. It will mean: what happens when someone wants to talk about a few different things with no real cohesion or theme to be found anywhere. It will also be the title of my post-fame autobiography, Scatterbrainitude: The Life and Times of an Easily Distracted Boob and the subsequent movie where I will be portrayed by Brad Pitt on stilts. Here goes!

• Talking on the phone more than I usually do recently has made me realize that I use the word “like” too much in conversation. For somebody that writes Pulitzer-level masterpieces as beautifully and articulately as I do (note to random readers: sarcasm), using the word “like” in every other sentence in conversation is a bit silly. I need to cut that shit out because I don’t need to sound like a 15 year old girl discussing like what a dreamboat the high school football captain is and how like it’s sooooo totally not her fault that she got a C in algebra and how like totally ridic it is that some girls are just totally unfashionable!!!! Bah. Well over the line between casual conversation and inarticulate blabber.

• I always find it interesting and somewhat morbid that many on Facebook appear to rush to celebrate people in death. Before last week, none of my friends would’ve joined a Tim Russert fan group but he’s gone and – voila! Suddenly everyone admits that, yes, they do sometimes watch Meet the Press as opposed to Jackass. Same with George Carlin yesterday. Both were great losses and I’m not saying this is inherently wrong but it’s ironic to me that many people do more celebration of others in death than in life.

• It turns out Mike and the Mad Dog might be done. I don’t listen to sports radio as much as I used to, and I tend to think both of them are now windbags (in particular on their show), but a certain part of me feels sad that something I listened to growing up (and that admittedly increased my interest in sports) may be over with. I’m not sure I’m totally cool with myself for feeling that way, either.

• I submit to you that RoboCop was a sloppy but effective police officer. Also, did you know they almost made a Robocop vs. Terminator movie? I shit you not! Wikipedia even says so. Not sure whether I’m relieved or sad that this never happened.

• I began an internship this past weekend by petitioning for a local candidate. Needless to say, the responses I got from people when I asked what their political party affiliation was were often downright depressing due to the level of apathy, ignorance, or even revulsion people had to the political process. If you continue to wonder why things don’t change one way or another you may want to take a look at your neighbor because odds are they don’t care. I’ll write more extensively about it some other time, for now though that’s all I have.

And with that, my stream of consciousness ends. For now, anyway.