To the point

There's an old Hawaiian saying that goes, "E Hookumu Maua ka Hale Puni Maua Ohana me ka Pumehana a me ka Oiloli Kealoha." Roughly translated it means: May we create a home that surrounds our family and friends with warmth, laughter and love.\nI don't believe in love. It seems like an imagined concept that haunts our every action and thought. Who has time for that?\nBut love is so prevalent in our society. I ran a search in my iTunes library, and it has 43 songs with the word "love" in the title, three of them by Britney Spears. And if we really wanted to get technical, I'd mention that most of my music isn't even on my computer right now because I recently had my hard drive erased. But the current list is a total of 56 MB and 2.7 hours of love.\nWho has 2.7 hours to spend listening to love songs? That's what I thought to myself as I poured a bowl of cereal this morning. Well, actually, it was this afternoon. I slept in.\nI was reading the cereal box, and it turns out Crispix is an experience that my mouth won't soon forget. What does that mean? I wanted to find out, but the cereal box was pretty wordy, so I just gave up. Honestly, Crispix. "Corn on one side, rice on the other." Who do you think you are? Shakespeare?\nSure, eating the Crispix is an experience my mouth won't soon forget, but the rest of me needs stimulation, too. So I grabbed a magazine, a copy of Transworld Surf. I have absolutely no idea why I receive Transworld Surf in the mail, seeing as I didn't subscribe to it, and I don't surf and I live in Indiana. \nI glanced at an article on how to frontside varial reverse in the waves of Costa Rica. As soon as I got to the part about grabbing my board toward the nose and beginning to lift my front leg off the deck, I got bored. \nLuckily, I heard a knock on the door. My neighbor wanted to have a chat, but after about 30 seconds of his yammering, I realized I was wasting precious seconds of my life simply by listening. No one wants to hear inane personal details from your life.\nI'm sure your aunt Sophia is a lovely woman. And I'm sure she has a lot of moxie for being able to cultivate a garden with so many different species of rare marigolds, but Crispix waits for no man.\nThat brings me to my point. We're becoming an instant oatmeal society. We can't sit around and listen to or read thousands of words that don't contain pertinent information. Is the bomb going to explode within the next five seconds? No? Then stop telling me about the intricate workings of its circuitry. Sheesh. Bomb technicians, your neighbors, newspaper columnists and everyone else simply needs to quit babbling on and get to the point.