"When it rains, it pours."

I don't feel much like being quippy. All I know is this saying is, for certain, spot on. During a recession like this good things can organically grow out of a bad situation, but so far not so good. It just keeps raining.

Up next, "Good things come to those who wait."

"No News is Good News."

This is wholeheartedly untrue when you're waiting. Waiting to hear back. Waiting for a ride. Waiting to get to where you're going. Any news is good news if you're about knowing things. I love knowing. Perhaps, that will lead me to a steady career as a know-it-all, but still. I like knowing things. Who likes being kept in the dark?

If something bad happened, tell me. If I didn't get the job, tell me. If clip art is out of fashion, tell me.

Spring is coming . . .

Yesterday: "Hello, Chicago." - The Sun

Today: "Goodbye, Chicago. I hate you." - The Sun

This weather is the first of the sneak up behind you trickery that will be coming for the next two to four weeks. Get used to the confusion.

The 1 of the 5 Dentists that Doesn't Agree with Trident is British

For many years now we Americans have known the English to be a resilient breed. Bubonic plagues, warring kings, iffy dentistry, you know. Well, I recently have simply just come to believe that the reason why Brits do strange things like drink their beer warm is because they have a crap dentist that said they should do all of these things.


This is an assumption that definitely falls within the parameters of assumption.

Go ahead, tell your friends.

Honking at girls on the street isn't always a come-on

In general, the honk at stranger routine creepy dudes put on is on its way out. Now people only honk if they support something. Like Barack Obama. Or breasts. Or Chuck Norris — but when taxi cabs honk at me, they really creep me out. No, it's not a come-on, but who wants to feel that, "Come on, girl, lemme give you a riiideee..." vibe?

I don't mind cabs if I've got to go to the airport or if there are four of us and we don't mind splitting. But, price point definitely adds to the vote for walking and the film Taxi Driver scares me.

What I do mind is taxis honking at me when I don't need a ride. It's midnight, and I'm the only one on the street, walking a quick three blocks from the brown line to my apartment, and they're feeling lonely, and they need the money. I get it.

At least I know cab drivers aren't trying to get your attention in that hit-on-way like those chotchkeys winking at you at the corner of Addison and Clark on a Friday night.