Peeves, of the pet kind
I could write about the horrible Jazz loss to the Hornets tonight, but instead I will introduce a new feature to Signifying nothing, Peeves, of the pet kind [TM]. This feature, which I will no doubt abandon like a Vacation Macaque on a bender abandons his last Budweiser, struck me tonight as I realized that I really hate it when my fingernails are not trimmed to their bare minimum (without causing pain.) This leads, of course, to another peeve: fingernails that are trimmed too closely (which causes pain and unfortunate bleeding). Don't you just hate both conditions? Actually, I guess, female readers will be much more conflicted about their fingernail length. Perhaps you can teach me something: how the hell do you deal with long fingernails, women? The feeling of overly-long nails, to me, is like scratching said nails on a blackboard. It is an irritation. It is disturbing. When they are too short, of course, that is just painful. Can we have a happy medium? Aristotle, why...