It is officially the worst part of the summer if you happen to be a student. Finals Week. However, it was brought to my attention that I hadn't posted anything in a while (10 days to be precise) and I had to get off my behind and do so.
The hardest part of this little finals crunch is only amplified by the fact that Put-In-Bay is only a few days away. Four to be exact. Twenty people, 2 houses, and plenty of alcohol means that the potential for debauchery reaches some kind of exponential level that even my stats-Nazi econ professor couldn't compute. Speaking of him, I really can't wait to take his final and walk away from that class forever. It seems like the closer I come to graduating the more I question why I'm doing this to myself.
Granted, it beats working for a living, right?
Oh, and somewhere along the line I drank the Kool-Aid and got myself a MySpace page, and I am officially a 15 year old girl. All I need now is to buy some Justin Timberlake records and complain about how my parents aren't fair. Actually, I can't be too hateful or bitter towards the MySpace thing, I've actually gotten back in touch with quite a few good friends from HS and college that I hadn't seen in forever, and even tracked down one of my cousins. Also, it helps me keep up with some of my newer, very fun friends, like Melissa, Suz and Jen. Though I think some (all) of them might drink more than I do. Let's just say when you have an event called Wasted Wednesday, and the only qualifier for it is that it's a day of the week, well you know.....
Other than that, I got nothing! I'm just busy looking forward to the beginning of flag football season, the Buckeyes, and the Browns home opener, and of course, the tailgaiting and heavy drinking that comes along with those events.
Monday, August 21, 2006
Friday, August 11, 2006
Procrastination
I'm pretty much an all-star when it comes to putting things off. For whatever reason, I've always worked a lot better under pressure. I always put off studying to the last possible second. Take today, for example. I don't have anything specific to do all day, so you'd think I'd be doing my homework for my Monday classes, working on my individual and group projects, and generally taking care of business, right?
Yeah, no.
Instead, I've been sorting through stuff on my desk, cleaning, doing laundry, watching my TiVo'd recording of last nights Browns preseason game, and now, playing on the internet.
Why can't I motivate myself to do school work? Lack of interest? Check. Adult ADD? Check. The fact that it's beautiful outside, and sitting on the porch listening to a Jack Johnson bootleg is about 1000X cooler than macroeconomics? Check.
Speaking of Macroecononmics. I think this is one the generally younger generation of the internet can appreicate. That class starts at 6:30, so I have a routine. I get there about 20 after, drop my books, run to use the rest room, and grab something to drink out of the vending machine. On Monday, somehow, I got caught in a conversation with someone from an old class, and didn't make it in until 6:32. The professor, in front of everyone, asks to see me at the break. At the break he says "I'd really appreciate it if you could be here when I start" What???? I was TWO minutes late. Besides, he's NEVER on time. Additionally, I'm PAYING to be there. So if I want to miss two minutes of his babbling? Guess what? It's on my dime. I didn't make a sound when I came in, no one looked at me, and I sit in the back, so I was in no way disruptive. Besides, to call me out in front of the class? Classy. Really.
Oh, by the way, Happy Birthday Sharda, I'll see you and everyone else at the Map Room tonight! That should be fun, to say the least.
Yeah, no.
Instead, I've been sorting through stuff on my desk, cleaning, doing laundry, watching my TiVo'd recording of last nights Browns preseason game, and now, playing on the internet.
Why can't I motivate myself to do school work? Lack of interest? Check. Adult ADD? Check. The fact that it's beautiful outside, and sitting on the porch listening to a Jack Johnson bootleg is about 1000X cooler than macroeconomics? Check.
Speaking of Macroecononmics. I think this is one the generally younger generation of the internet can appreicate. That class starts at 6:30, so I have a routine. I get there about 20 after, drop my books, run to use the rest room, and grab something to drink out of the vending machine. On Monday, somehow, I got caught in a conversation with someone from an old class, and didn't make it in until 6:32. The professor, in front of everyone, asks to see me at the break. At the break he says "I'd really appreciate it if you could be here when I start" What???? I was TWO minutes late. Besides, he's NEVER on time. Additionally, I'm PAYING to be there. So if I want to miss two minutes of his babbling? Guess what? It's on my dime. I didn't make a sound when I came in, no one looked at me, and I sit in the back, so I was in no way disruptive. Besides, to call me out in front of the class? Classy. Really.
Oh, by the way, Happy Birthday Sharda, I'll see you and everyone else at the Map Room tonight! That should be fun, to say the least.
Monday, August 07, 2006
Recovery
Ouch. Friday Weddings plus Saturday outdoor music festivals = me still being very hungover and tired today. At least I had class all morning, that was fun. You know, except not.
Couple of quick things:
1- Congratulations to our friends Shannon and Mark on their wedding and all that good stuff. I think everyone had a great time. According to Sarah's recount of the festivities, some people had more fun than others, I think
2- The Indians keep getting worse, and the Cards aren't playing much better. These are not fun things for me to talk about.
3) Since I talk about sports here more than half of you probably care to read about, myself and a couple of the other guys decided to start a Sports Blog.......hopefull I'll update that one more often. Credit to Jen for coming up with the actual title. When we become a big deal, I'll make sure you get the first coffee mug with the name of the site on it.
Couple of quick things:
1- Congratulations to our friends Shannon and Mark on their wedding and all that good stuff. I think everyone had a great time. According to Sarah's recount of the festivities, some people had more fun than others, I think
2- The Indians keep getting worse, and the Cards aren't playing much better. These are not fun things for me to talk about.
3) Since I talk about sports here more than half of you probably care to read about, myself and a couple of the other guys decided to start a Sports Blog.......hopefull I'll update that one more often. Credit to Jen for coming up with the actual title. When we become a big deal, I'll make sure you get the first coffee mug with the name of the site on it.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Ha! I knew it!!
Like there was really ever any doubt
Not that there's anything wrong with that.....
It's perfectly socially acceptable.
Not that there's anything wrong with that.....
It's perfectly socially acceptable.
Monday, July 24, 2006
Rushed....
Well, it only took me about 50 tries to log in today, just to put up a little blurb. I actually have a lot of things I'd love to ramble about, but I have a midterm tonight at 6:30, and well, being that I'm dumb, studying kind of preempts blogging. (Don't stone me to death for saying that)
Couple of quick thoughts though, just b/c:
The new Killers' song When You Were Young is on their MySpace page
I highly reccomend checking it out, it's pretty much spectacular.
To the guy on World Series of PopCulture that didn't know that George Jefferson ran a dry cleaning business: Shameful, just shameful.
To the woman on World Series of PopCulture that couldn't identify Young MC from this lyric:
"A chick walks by you wish you could sex her But she's in another world like you was Poindexter"
Your hair clearly indicated that you grew up in the 80s. Be embarrassed.
But, to the guy who got eliminated in a tie breaker because he couldn't name any songs off of ABBA Gold? You just got plain screwed buddy. I feel for you.
Couple of quick thoughts though, just b/c:
The new Killers' song When You Were Young is on their MySpace page
I highly reccomend checking it out, it's pretty much spectacular.
To the guy on World Series of PopCulture that didn't know that George Jefferson ran a dry cleaning business: Shameful, just shameful.
To the woman on World Series of PopCulture that couldn't identify Young MC from this lyric:
"A chick walks by you wish you could sex her But she's in another world like you was Poindexter"
Your hair clearly indicated that you grew up in the 80s. Be embarrassed.
But, to the guy who got eliminated in a tie breaker because he couldn't name any songs off of ABBA Gold? You just got plain screwed buddy. I feel for you.
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Bleh.....
So you'd think now that I'm doing even less with my life, I'd have more time to blog. Well, I do, I just haven't utilized it to do so.
The last time I wrote was on the 29th, which coincidentally ended up being my last day of work, two weeks ahead of schedule. This isn't necessarily a bad thing. It was suprirsing to say the least, especially b/c we found out THAT DAY that we were done. So, I took a few days off (literally 5) and then started school last week. So I'm officially a full time student, which right now means 2 classes and an independant study type thing. And to someone who's used to working and going to school, and having a flag football league going on and etc etc, I feel like a general vagabond. A relatively relaxed one though.
So in the last two weeks....hm....
1) I spent 300$ on books, FOR TWO DAMN CLASSES
2) I went on a nice little 4th of July weekend bender
3) Learned that I like to play Scrabble way too much, to the point of almost trying to brave a downpour (4th of July, pre-fireworks, not good times)
4) Got boned for another 100$ by my car for a part that seriously looks like a slightly mutated spark plug
5) And solidified that I would be the most lamest uncle in the world.
In regards to #5, it was my friends 8 year old's b-day this past Sunday, and they had a little pizza party type thing with games and the like for him over the weekend. We were basically told to bring a gift if we think it's appropriate. Now, mind you, I haven't been 8 for a long, long time, and most of my friends don't have kids. Therefore, I'm living in kind of a vacuum of cool. So what did I buy? I got him books. Not action figures, or Leggos, or Superman stuff (all of which he got). I got him a copy of Charlotte's Web, and a shorter book that's part of a series that he apparently likes (via his dad).
Mind you, he opened my gift right after he opened gifts from his real uncle, one of which included a BAG OF CASH!!!
Listen. Even 8 year olds like money. I know this, you know this. I'm pretty sure nothing makes you feel more lame than the look on a small child's face when he realizes that what he just unwrapped is meant to be read, not spent. On more toys.
Bottom Line? If I had brothers and sisters, I'd be that lame uncle that gives crappy gifts.
I suck.
The last time I wrote was on the 29th, which coincidentally ended up being my last day of work, two weeks ahead of schedule. This isn't necessarily a bad thing. It was suprirsing to say the least, especially b/c we found out THAT DAY that we were done. So, I took a few days off (literally 5) and then started school last week. So I'm officially a full time student, which right now means 2 classes and an independant study type thing. And to someone who's used to working and going to school, and having a flag football league going on and etc etc, I feel like a general vagabond. A relatively relaxed one though.
So in the last two weeks....hm....
1) I spent 300$ on books, FOR TWO DAMN CLASSES
2) I went on a nice little 4th of July weekend bender
3) Learned that I like to play Scrabble way too much, to the point of almost trying to brave a downpour (4th of July, pre-fireworks, not good times)
4) Got boned for another 100$ by my car for a part that seriously looks like a slightly mutated spark plug
5) And solidified that I would be the most lamest uncle in the world.
In regards to #5, it was my friends 8 year old's b-day this past Sunday, and they had a little pizza party type thing with games and the like for him over the weekend. We were basically told to bring a gift if we think it's appropriate. Now, mind you, I haven't been 8 for a long, long time, and most of my friends don't have kids. Therefore, I'm living in kind of a vacuum of cool. So what did I buy? I got him books. Not action figures, or Leggos, or Superman stuff (all of which he got). I got him a copy of Charlotte's Web, and a shorter book that's part of a series that he apparently likes (via his dad).
Mind you, he opened my gift right after he opened gifts from his real uncle, one of which included a BAG OF CASH!!!
Listen. Even 8 year olds like money. I know this, you know this. I'm pretty sure nothing makes you feel more lame than the look on a small child's face when he realizes that what he just unwrapped is meant to be read, not spent. On more toys.
Bottom Line? If I had brothers and sisters, I'd be that lame uncle that gives crappy gifts.
I suck.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Taking A Spill
I'm amazed that I haven't blogged more often lately, given that I'm doing just short of, oh, I don't know, NOTHING at work right now. Granted, I can't complain, b/c I am a total of 12 days or so away from being done with the company forever. Nothing to be mad about there.
So I was relaxing on my front porch the other day (because somehow, it's nice and cool outside, and a total f'ing sauna in my house) and I saw some kid learning how to ride his bike in the parking lot of the church across from my house. And I started thinking why don't I have any memories of my dad teaching me how to ride?
Then I remembered:
I got my first "big kid" bike when I was 5. Of course, it was black, with the foot brakes, the kickstand, and the requisite training wheels. The training wheels didn't last too long. (Surprise, I was impatient as a child too!!) Now, my birthday is in March, which in Erie means "the dead of fucking winter). So I didn't get a lot of practice in right away. By May, I was ready to ride outside though, sans training wheels. So on a relatively chilly afternoon, after a nice spring rain storm, my father takes me out with the intention of "learning to master this here bi-cycle".
There were two inherent problems here. One, we lived on a tar-and-chip road, which is a fancy form of well pressed gravel, with sharper rocks. Two, in front of all of the houses on both sides of the streets, there were open run-off ditches that filled (and occassionally overflowed) with rainwater. Oh, and I still hadn't ridden on my own, without the trainers. This sounds like a recipe for a concusion, doesn't it?
So we start out the old fashioned way, nice and slow, the old man holding onto the back of the seat, walking/jogging behind the bike, going only a quarter of the way up the street, letting me get a "feel" for it. Apparently, I thought I was doing well, b/c I said "Let's go all the way up the street and back"
Well, we made it up, again going relatively slow. I must have thought I was actually good at riding my bike at this point. Because after he helped me turn around, I hammered it.
To his credit, the old man kept up for a good 75 yards or so as I remember it. Then, well, physics took over, and I outran him. Unfortunately, I didn't know it. So I'm cruising, pumping away as fast as I can, when I realize that I'm getting close to our house on the corner. Dilema
I have to somehow stop, or get into the driveway quick, b/c our quiet, suburban street intersected with a relatively busy one. Not the place for a clueless kid on a bike. Without a helmet. Herein lies the problem though. I hadn't so much mastered slowing down and turning or braking. Whoops. So, I tried to turn it hard, while trying to brake, and maneuver into the driveway. Yeah, not so much. Instead, I ended up going flying off the bike, towards the yard.
Remember those run-off ditches I mentioned? Oh, they were full. And, I hit one, hard. Actually the water kind of broke my fall, you know, kind of. Oh, and the bike then bounced of the mailbox and landed on me. Awesome.
****Other note, I know Sarah already mentioned this, but Sunday we helped Drew and Diane move into their new, very cool house. For me, there were two highlights:
1) In the moving truck, Drew, Matt and I had a kareoke moment to Hootie and the Blowfish's "Hold My Hand"
2) Diane had an old wardrobe thingy that she was going to throw out, so she let the boys take the hammers to it. So. Much. Fun.
And I'm a dork.
So I was relaxing on my front porch the other day (because somehow, it's nice and cool outside, and a total f'ing sauna in my house) and I saw some kid learning how to ride his bike in the parking lot of the church across from my house. And I started thinking why don't I have any memories of my dad teaching me how to ride?
Then I remembered:
I got my first "big kid" bike when I was 5. Of course, it was black, with the foot brakes, the kickstand, and the requisite training wheels. The training wheels didn't last too long. (Surprise, I was impatient as a child too!!) Now, my birthday is in March, which in Erie means "the dead of fucking winter). So I didn't get a lot of practice in right away. By May, I was ready to ride outside though, sans training wheels. So on a relatively chilly afternoon, after a nice spring rain storm, my father takes me out with the intention of "learning to master this here bi-cycle".
There were two inherent problems here. One, we lived on a tar-and-chip road, which is a fancy form of well pressed gravel, with sharper rocks. Two, in front of all of the houses on both sides of the streets, there were open run-off ditches that filled (and occassionally overflowed) with rainwater. Oh, and I still hadn't ridden on my own, without the trainers. This sounds like a recipe for a concusion, doesn't it?
So we start out the old fashioned way, nice and slow, the old man holding onto the back of the seat, walking/jogging behind the bike, going only a quarter of the way up the street, letting me get a "feel" for it. Apparently, I thought I was doing well, b/c I said "Let's go all the way up the street and back"
Well, we made it up, again going relatively slow. I must have thought I was actually good at riding my bike at this point. Because after he helped me turn around, I hammered it.
To his credit, the old man kept up for a good 75 yards or so as I remember it. Then, well, physics took over, and I outran him. Unfortunately, I didn't know it. So I'm cruising, pumping away as fast as I can, when I realize that I'm getting close to our house on the corner. Dilema
I have to somehow stop, or get into the driveway quick, b/c our quiet, suburban street intersected with a relatively busy one. Not the place for a clueless kid on a bike. Without a helmet. Herein lies the problem though. I hadn't so much mastered slowing down and turning or braking. Whoops. So, I tried to turn it hard, while trying to brake, and maneuver into the driveway. Yeah, not so much. Instead, I ended up going flying off the bike, towards the yard.
Remember those run-off ditches I mentioned? Oh, they were full. And, I hit one, hard. Actually the water kind of broke my fall, you know, kind of. Oh, and the bike then bounced of the mailbox and landed on me. Awesome.
****Other note, I know Sarah already mentioned this, but Sunday we helped Drew and Diane move into their new, very cool house. For me, there were two highlights:
1) In the moving truck, Drew, Matt and I had a kareoke moment to Hootie and the Blowfish's "Hold My Hand"
2) Diane had an old wardrobe thingy that she was going to throw out, so she let the boys take the hammers to it. So. Much. Fun.
And I'm a dork.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
The Countdown Continues
I've officially hit the wall. I only have 22 calendar days left at my job. There's no new work coming in, I've finished up almost all of my existing work, and I'm more or less getting stir-crazy over here. (Who says stir-crazy anymore anyways? Apparently, your grandma, and me.)
That being said, I'm relatively serene about the whole thing, possibly because I've scheduled for school, I have a severance package coming, and really, in some ways, it's going to feel so much like a vacation.
But then, I'll have to find another job, and that's going to suck. Because working for the man is so overrated. You except for that whole, "getting a paycheck" and "paying your bills" stuff.
That being said, I'm relatively serene about the whole thing, possibly because I've scheduled for school, I have a severance package coming, and really, in some ways, it's going to feel so much like a vacation.
But then, I'll have to find another job, and that's going to suck. Because working for the man is so overrated. You except for that whole, "getting a paycheck" and "paying your bills" stuff.
Monday, June 19, 2006
Rockin Out
Stuff I'm currently listening to to the point that it'll bore me to death before long I'm sure......
Matchbook Romance- Monsters
Hard-Fi Hard to Beat
Pearl Jam- Life Wasted
Yeah Yeah Yeahs- Cheated Hearts
Panic! At the Disco- I Write Sins Not Tragedies
Brandi Carlile- Follow
Taking Back Sunday- Make Damn Sure
Buck Cherry-Crazy Bitch
Gnarls Barkley-Crazy
And yes, I'm a total dork. Anybody got anything I might like based on what I've listed here? Let me know
Matchbook Romance- Monsters
Hard-Fi Hard to Beat
Pearl Jam- Life Wasted
Yeah Yeah Yeahs- Cheated Hearts
Panic! At the Disco- I Write Sins Not Tragedies
Brandi Carlile- Follow
Taking Back Sunday- Make Damn Sure
Buck Cherry-Crazy Bitch
Gnarls Barkley-Crazy
And yes, I'm a total dork. Anybody got anything I might like based on what I've listed here? Let me know
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Two out of Three Mentally Impaired People Agree....
Always wear a helmet-
I couldn't resist that one. F*ck Pittsburgh.
I couldn't resist that one. F*ck Pittsburgh.
Thursday, June 08, 2006
A Little About A Lot
Unemployment Countdown: 36 Days
Again, I've managed to go over a week without updating.
I attribute part of this to the fact that I'm in Claustrophobia Row for the rest of my days here at the company. Unfortunately I used to have a seat in a relatively remote area of our floor, where I didn't have anyone in the cubes on either side of me, across from me, or behind me. Now I'm surrounded. Couple that with the fact that the person behind me is way too close b/c our row is so narrow that a pre-lipo Star Jones couldn't fit down it with a can of Crisco and a battering ram behind her, and you can see why I don't get a chance to "work" on my blog much lately.
Also, it's taken me a good 2-3 days to recover from the Pujols injury. Watching the Cards lose three in a row threatened to actually keep me in bed today, but I figured I'm already off tomorrow, since I don't do Fridays anymore, so I better get in here.
I'm not even going to talk about the Indians. I was going to post about them after going to the game on Sunday (where they got blasted by the Angels of Southern California/Los Angelas/Alameda County/Northern Mexico) but I decided that I don't write about minor league teams.
Oh, and for anyone paying attention, I'll be in Columbus Satruday night, hopefully less than sober, and hopefully ending up at Frog Bear at some point.......
Again, I've managed to go over a week without updating.
I attribute part of this to the fact that I'm in Claustrophobia Row for the rest of my days here at the company. Unfortunately I used to have a seat in a relatively remote area of our floor, where I didn't have anyone in the cubes on either side of me, across from me, or behind me. Now I'm surrounded. Couple that with the fact that the person behind me is way too close b/c our row is so narrow that a pre-lipo Star Jones couldn't fit down it with a can of Crisco and a battering ram behind her, and you can see why I don't get a chance to "work" on my blog much lately.
Also, it's taken me a good 2-3 days to recover from the Pujols injury. Watching the Cards lose three in a row threatened to actually keep me in bed today, but I figured I'm already off tomorrow, since I don't do Fridays anymore, so I better get in here.
I'm not even going to talk about the Indians. I was going to post about them after going to the game on Sunday (where they got blasted by the Angels of Southern California/Los Angelas/Alameda County/Northern Mexico) but I decided that I don't write about minor league teams.
Oh, and for anyone paying attention, I'll be in Columbus Satruday night, hopefully less than sober, and hopefully ending up at Frog Bear at some point.......
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Catching Up
Good lord, I haven't posted in 8 days? Why? Oh wait, b/c I spent 3 days recovering from the Cavs playoff collapse, 3 more days being completely drunk and worthless, and 1 day at a wedding. So really, it's only been a day since I've posted. So, in interest of that, and the fact that nothing interesting has happened, I'll just throw a few things out there:
For Drew: Air Guitar World Champsionship Video
The girls in our group are going to Vegas for the weekend, leaving tomorrow, coming back Sunday, as Sarah already mentioned. As a public service, I'll make sure I compile some of the classy drunken text messages we recieve over the weekend, as I'll be with most of their boyfriends and husbands. I'll post them here for you as they come in.
The Indians (25-26) continue to flounder along like the team most likely to underachieve all season. When the season started I said I thought they'd win 95-97 games. I'm retarded.
At least I still have the Cardinals.
Also, I know this happened a week ago, but AJ Pierzynski getting punched in the jaw? File that under things most of us have been DYING to see happen. This is a great little reenactment. Trust me, you just have to see it.
For Drew: Air Guitar World Champsionship Video
The girls in our group are going to Vegas for the weekend, leaving tomorrow, coming back Sunday, as Sarah already mentioned. As a public service, I'll make sure I compile some of the classy drunken text messages we recieve over the weekend, as I'll be with most of their boyfriends and husbands. I'll post them here for you as they come in.
The Indians (25-26) continue to flounder along like the team most likely to underachieve all season. When the season started I said I thought they'd win 95-97 games. I'm retarded.
At least I still have the Cardinals.
Also, I know this happened a week ago, but AJ Pierzynski getting punched in the jaw? File that under things most of us have been DYING to see happen. This is a great little reenactment. Trust me, you just have to see it.
Monday, May 22, 2006
Pistons 79-LeBron 27-Cavs 34
Well, the NBA got the outcome that I couldn't have imagined that it wanted.
LeBron is out of the playoffs.
I hate to sound like just another bitter Cavs fan, complaining about the refs, cursing ABC Sports, and hoping to attend the funeral of Rasheed Wallace during my lifetime just to spit on his grave, but that's what I am right now.
Fact is though, we still had no business being there. Our (alleged) second best player, Larry Hughes was a shell, getting his first significant minutes in over a week after the passing of his brother. Our (supposed) All-Star center pretty much seemed like he was part of a David Copperfield act, considering how many times he disappeared.
And quite frankly, I haven't seen a supporting cast this bad since the last season of the Cosby Show. I mean, really, Cousin Pam=Damon Jones. Neither of them are funny, nor do they bring anything but really odd fashion sense to the table.
The Cleveland Sports Tragedy montage was the epitome of class by ABC. Showing it once before the game wasn't enough. Showing it twice apparently was. If the game producers suddenly end up at the bottom of a lake somewhere, don't be surprised when it's Cleveland natives who end up being responsible.
The really insulting part of that is that those were all games or series that we were supposed to win. This wasn't really even a comparable situation. Yet, ABC decided that punching us in the stomach wasn't enough. They were going to steal our girlfriends and burn down our homes as well.
Hey, how about that Tribe? Oh, they're 22-22 and 7 1/2 games out already? Sweet.
At least I still have the Cardinals. I'm moving to St. Louis. Seriously.
LeBron is out of the playoffs.
I hate to sound like just another bitter Cavs fan, complaining about the refs, cursing ABC Sports, and hoping to attend the funeral of Rasheed Wallace during my lifetime just to spit on his grave, but that's what I am right now.
Fact is though, we still had no business being there. Our (alleged) second best player, Larry Hughes was a shell, getting his first significant minutes in over a week after the passing of his brother. Our (supposed) All-Star center pretty much seemed like he was part of a David Copperfield act, considering how many times he disappeared.
And quite frankly, I haven't seen a supporting cast this bad since the last season of the Cosby Show. I mean, really, Cousin Pam=Damon Jones. Neither of them are funny, nor do they bring anything but really odd fashion sense to the table.
The Cleveland Sports Tragedy montage was the epitome of class by ABC. Showing it once before the game wasn't enough. Showing it twice apparently was. If the game producers suddenly end up at the bottom of a lake somewhere, don't be surprised when it's Cleveland natives who end up being responsible.
The really insulting part of that is that those were all games or series that we were supposed to win. This wasn't really even a comparable situation. Yet, ABC decided that punching us in the stomach wasn't enough. They were going to steal our girlfriends and burn down our homes as well.
Hey, how about that Tribe? Oh, they're 22-22 and 7 1/2 games out already? Sweet.
At least I still have the Cardinals. I'm moving to St. Louis. Seriously.
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Because He's LeBron James, and You Most Definitely Are Not...
It's almost 2 in the afternoon, and I think I'm just now coming down from last nights Cavaliers game.
If you don't follow basketball, or better if you live under a rock, you might not have noticed that the heavily un-favored Cavaliers just went up 3-2 in the best of seven.
When I say heavily, I mean Rosie O'Donnell after 5 days on a cruise ship heavy. The Pistons, they of two straight losses to the Cavs in Cleveland, went into the game as 11 point favorites.
Basically, the Pistons are a two time defending Eastern Conference champion. They have their bling, courtesy of an aging and decombusting Laker team in the 2003-2004 Finals. The Cavs have precisely one guy on the roster who's even been to an NBA finals: Eric Snow. Most of this roster hadn't seen significant playoff minutes.
Small problem: Apparently with all the fervor surrounding the playoffs, their win over the Wizards, and the unfortunate drama around Larry Hughes family, someone forgot to tell the Cavaliers that they didn't have any business winning even a game in this series.
The Cavaliers have won these games in a manor in which a team with limited experience, a young superstar, and a rookie coach aren't supposed to understand. They've played defense, limited possessions, maintained poise, and occassionally smacked Detroit in the mouth when necessary.
And sadly, most of the media is still just waiting for the other shoe to drop. For the Cavs to feel the pressure, Detroit to regain it's composure, and for LeBron and company to fold like a Walmart tent in a stiff breeze.
It still hasn't happened. It was supposed to go down last night. It didn't. The LeBronaires made their plays when they had to. Detroit looked scared, lost, and rattled.
And yet, the failures of the Pistons are still being attributed to the Pistons. They're beating themselves, making mistakes, not coming through. Here's my thought on that: By the time you get to this level, you've won a title, etc, you don't solely beat yourself. Someone has to make you do it.
By finally discovering that there ARE two ends of the floor in an NBA game, the Cavaliers are giving Detroit a taste of it's own heavy medicine. Ten blocked shots last night? Forcing Chauncey Billups to foul out? That's not just Detroit short-comings, that's the Wine and Gold exerting their will as an extention of that one man: LeBron.
Even if they don't win this series, which, being that it's a Cleveland team, I'm not going to rule out something bad happening. However, if nothing else, this has served as a notice: They're not just happy to be there to learn.
Scoop Jackson of ESPN.com said "Not only will the Pistons' 4-0 or 4-1 series win make LeBron face linear defeat for the first time in his career, the beatdown the Pistons will hand out will make him make sure he'll never go through anything like it again"
But, what if they win, what about the fact that they've taken 3 games from the "best team in the East". Isn't it possible that it didn't take a whole series of beatdowns, only a game and a half, for this young man to realize what needed to be done? LeBron's always taken to things ahead of schedule. Why should this be any different?
To top it all off, LeBron's been keenly reserved in his comments. Even after last nights game he said "This is just basketball, this isn't life or death"
It probably feels like it in Detroit.
They won't tell you that though. It's hard to say it when you've got your hands wrapped around your own collective necks.
If you don't follow basketball, or better if you live under a rock, you might not have noticed that the heavily un-favored Cavaliers just went up 3-2 in the best of seven.
When I say heavily, I mean Rosie O'Donnell after 5 days on a cruise ship heavy. The Pistons, they of two straight losses to the Cavs in Cleveland, went into the game as 11 point favorites.
Basically, the Pistons are a two time defending Eastern Conference champion. They have their bling, courtesy of an aging and decombusting Laker team in the 2003-2004 Finals. The Cavs have precisely one guy on the roster who's even been to an NBA finals: Eric Snow. Most of this roster hadn't seen significant playoff minutes.
Small problem: Apparently with all the fervor surrounding the playoffs, their win over the Wizards, and the unfortunate drama around Larry Hughes family, someone forgot to tell the Cavaliers that they didn't have any business winning even a game in this series.
The Cavaliers have won these games in a manor in which a team with limited experience, a young superstar, and a rookie coach aren't supposed to understand. They've played defense, limited possessions, maintained poise, and occassionally smacked Detroit in the mouth when necessary.
And sadly, most of the media is still just waiting for the other shoe to drop. For the Cavs to feel the pressure, Detroit to regain it's composure, and for LeBron and company to fold like a Walmart tent in a stiff breeze.
It still hasn't happened. It was supposed to go down last night. It didn't. The LeBronaires made their plays when they had to. Detroit looked scared, lost, and rattled.
And yet, the failures of the Pistons are still being attributed to the Pistons. They're beating themselves, making mistakes, not coming through. Here's my thought on that: By the time you get to this level, you've won a title, etc, you don't solely beat yourself. Someone has to make you do it.
By finally discovering that there ARE two ends of the floor in an NBA game, the Cavaliers are giving Detroit a taste of it's own heavy medicine. Ten blocked shots last night? Forcing Chauncey Billups to foul out? That's not just Detroit short-comings, that's the Wine and Gold exerting their will as an extention of that one man: LeBron.
Even if they don't win this series, which, being that it's a Cleveland team, I'm not going to rule out something bad happening. However, if nothing else, this has served as a notice: They're not just happy to be there to learn.
Scoop Jackson of ESPN.com said "Not only will the Pistons' 4-0 or 4-1 series win make LeBron face linear defeat for the first time in his career, the beatdown the Pistons will hand out will make him make sure he'll never go through anything like it again"
But, what if they win, what about the fact that they've taken 3 games from the "best team in the East". Isn't it possible that it didn't take a whole series of beatdowns, only a game and a half, for this young man to realize what needed to be done? LeBron's always taken to things ahead of schedule. Why should this be any different?
To top it all off, LeBron's been keenly reserved in his comments. Even after last nights game he said "This is just basketball, this isn't life or death"
It probably feels like it in Detroit.
They won't tell you that though. It's hard to say it when you've got your hands wrapped around your own collective necks.
Tuesday, May 16, 2006
Viva the LeBrons!
Note: I know that Grey's ended last night, and that 24 is getting all kinds of crazy out of hand, but really, I have plenty of time to talk about those two things. The Cavs, on the other hand, play Game 5 tomorrow night in Detroit. AND, they aren't playing to stave of elimination persay.
Why do I bring all of this up?
Because, the Cavaliers have been written off as too young, to inexperienced, too reliant on LeBron James, too soft and too over matched by the Detroit Prisonball Pistons to compete.
Because we live in Cleveland, and we're not supposed to exceed expectations, we're supposed to be set up for disappointment, for failure even. We're supposed to have our dreams crushed.
In this series, the relatively average, competent fan didn't even bother with dreaming. We figured 1 win, stealing a game somewhere, would be good enough. This team wasn't expected to win more than 5 games in this playoffs. Past that, it feels like one big bonus round. We're playing with house money.
The main reason I bring this up? Because it comes at the expense of Rasheed Wallace, that big mouthed, overrated, petulant, team killing piece of garbage. He runs his mouth like he's the one carrying that team on his back. Let me tell you, when you shoot 3 of 13 after shooting your mouth off like that? Priceless. You couldn't carry my left effing shoe, let alone a world championship team. Remember, this is the same guy who "lead" multiple playoff meltdowns against the Lakers as a member of the Portland JailBlazers.
Even better? He's STILL talking! Direct quote:
"I ain't worried about these cats," he said. "There's no way in hell they beat us in a series. They played well. I give them credit. We lost. We shot 30 percent and they had to play their best to beat us."
The Cavs had to play their best? Let's see. The Cavs barely out rebounded them (by 2), had more turnovers, (18 to Detroit's 14), and LBJ shot a rockin 8 of 23, and a bonus 5 for 10 from the line. That's the Cavs best game? If that's the Cavs best game, we don't win more than 35 games this whole season. We certainly don't beat San Antonio once in the regular season, and we sure as all hell don't take two from the "almight" Pistons. Oh, did I mention that we didn't have Larry Hughes for two games?
The moral here? Rasheed Wallace is a piece of garbage.
Why do I bring all of this up?
Because, the Cavaliers have been written off as too young, to inexperienced, too reliant on LeBron James, too soft and too over matched by the Detroit Prisonball Pistons to compete.
Because we live in Cleveland, and we're not supposed to exceed expectations, we're supposed to be set up for disappointment, for failure even. We're supposed to have our dreams crushed.
In this series, the relatively average, competent fan didn't even bother with dreaming. We figured 1 win, stealing a game somewhere, would be good enough. This team wasn't expected to win more than 5 games in this playoffs. Past that, it feels like one big bonus round. We're playing with house money.
The main reason I bring this up? Because it comes at the expense of Rasheed Wallace, that big mouthed, overrated, petulant, team killing piece of garbage. He runs his mouth like he's the one carrying that team on his back. Let me tell you, when you shoot 3 of 13 after shooting your mouth off like that? Priceless. You couldn't carry my left effing shoe, let alone a world championship team. Remember, this is the same guy who "lead" multiple playoff meltdowns against the Lakers as a member of the Portland JailBlazers.
Even better? He's STILL talking! Direct quote:
"I ain't worried about these cats," he said. "There's no way in hell they beat us in a series. They played well. I give them credit. We lost. We shot 30 percent and they had to play their best to beat us."
The Cavs had to play their best? Let's see. The Cavs barely out rebounded them (by 2), had more turnovers, (18 to Detroit's 14), and LBJ shot a rockin 8 of 23, and a bonus 5 for 10 from the line. That's the Cavs best game? If that's the Cavs best game, we don't win more than 35 games this whole season. We certainly don't beat San Antonio once in the regular season, and we sure as all hell don't take two from the "almight" Pistons. Oh, did I mention that we didn't have Larry Hughes for two games?
The moral here? Rasheed Wallace is a piece of garbage.
Monday, May 15, 2006
Because Someone has To
Disclaimer: If you don't watch, or haven't watched last night's Grey's Anatomy, then I wouldn't bother reading this. I'm just going to bore you or ruin things.
Okay, Let me start this by saying that I feel like someone has to play devil's advocate, or defend the writers, or something like that.
Both Sarah, and well, Sarah, have basically slandered this show, for the story lines, the poor choices by the characters, and the general loss of control that seems to have taken place. I had two people tell me seperately that the show has jumped the shark already. Mind you, we still haven't hit the end of this season.
Here's the thoughts. And such:
1) Listen, I dislike the Izzie and Denny storyline thing as much as anyone. I think she's way over the line, and etc etc etc. But here's the thing. She hasn't gone completely crazy. Is she being completely immature? Absolutely. She's totally crossing a line that they're supposed to know not to cross. But they're interns! They haven't learned not to cross the line. We forgive Meredith and Christina for sleeping with their attendings (also a big no-no, remember?) but we're going to slander Izzie for CARING about a patient. Granted, it's more than she should care, but the fact is, she sees something in Denny. What that is, I'm not sure, but the fact is, we forget that Izzie is as damaged and scary as the rest of them. She's got a daughter she gave up for adoption, she comes from total total white trash and is competing against these kids who have no idea what it's like to grow up like that. Then, lest we forget, her hockey player boyfriend (who appeared for all of 5 seconds) dropped her b/c he couldn't handle it. Oh, did I mention that she was stupid enough to fall for Alex for a minute, who treated her like he treats everyone, and that really, at this point, she doesn't have anyone.
So she's feeling alone. Denny doesn't make her feel alone. He needs her. And she needs to be needed. So, when he goes to sign the DNR papers (for his own, very valid reasons), she sees another person leaving her, bailing out. She can't handle that. She chose him over Alex, and then for him to have the audacity to give up the fight in her eyes is unforgivable.
Then, the heart might not come through. And she knows he signed the DNR. Does she freak out more than she should? Maybe.
Someone said something to the effect of "oh, and now she suddenly loves him?" Um, she was knitting him a sweater, fighting tooth and nail to stay on the case, and doing everything she could to keep him alive. Was some of it selfish? Absolutely. Her little "what about me" speech proved that she had no business being his doctor anymore. Besides, sometimes traumatic or dramatic events bring out emotions that normally wouldn't be there. There's that possibility too....
All that being said, I think we make the mistake of wanting these people to be nothing but black and white to us. This situation, if it were happening in real life, which given the way we react to it, makes it seem like it is, has a lot of gray area. We seem to forget that when writers create these characters, they take a lot of stuff that maybe we never see into account, then give us these little details that try to explain the choices they make, and leave it to us to decide.
The other thing is, everyone's freaking out about what's happened, and we haven't even seen the resolution yet. Sometimes, the writers have to paint someone into a corner to give them a chance to redeem themselves. Think about it that way.
With all that off my chest (finally) There's a lot of other crap going on in that show, to say the least. I think Burke getting shot will teach both him and Christina a lesson. He's not going to die, I really believe that.
Meredith and Derek? Yeah, it's definitely the opposite of done.
In a way, you have to feel bad for Addison. But remember, she started it.
Okay, Let me start this by saying that I feel like someone has to play devil's advocate, or defend the writers, or something like that.
Both Sarah, and well, Sarah, have basically slandered this show, for the story lines, the poor choices by the characters, and the general loss of control that seems to have taken place. I had two people tell me seperately that the show has jumped the shark already. Mind you, we still haven't hit the end of this season.
Here's the thoughts. And such:
1) Listen, I dislike the Izzie and Denny storyline thing as much as anyone. I think she's way over the line, and etc etc etc. But here's the thing. She hasn't gone completely crazy. Is she being completely immature? Absolutely. She's totally crossing a line that they're supposed to know not to cross. But they're interns! They haven't learned not to cross the line. We forgive Meredith and Christina for sleeping with their attendings (also a big no-no, remember?) but we're going to slander Izzie for CARING about a patient. Granted, it's more than she should care, but the fact is, she sees something in Denny. What that is, I'm not sure, but the fact is, we forget that Izzie is as damaged and scary as the rest of them. She's got a daughter she gave up for adoption, she comes from total total white trash and is competing against these kids who have no idea what it's like to grow up like that. Then, lest we forget, her hockey player boyfriend (who appeared for all of 5 seconds) dropped her b/c he couldn't handle it. Oh, did I mention that she was stupid enough to fall for Alex for a minute, who treated her like he treats everyone, and that really, at this point, she doesn't have anyone.
So she's feeling alone. Denny doesn't make her feel alone. He needs her. And she needs to be needed. So, when he goes to sign the DNR papers (for his own, very valid reasons), she sees another person leaving her, bailing out. She can't handle that. She chose him over Alex, and then for him to have the audacity to give up the fight in her eyes is unforgivable.
Then, the heart might not come through. And she knows he signed the DNR. Does she freak out more than she should? Maybe.
Someone said something to the effect of "oh, and now she suddenly loves him?" Um, she was knitting him a sweater, fighting tooth and nail to stay on the case, and doing everything she could to keep him alive. Was some of it selfish? Absolutely. Her little "what about me" speech proved that she had no business being his doctor anymore. Besides, sometimes traumatic or dramatic events bring out emotions that normally wouldn't be there. There's that possibility too....
All that being said, I think we make the mistake of wanting these people to be nothing but black and white to us. This situation, if it were happening in real life, which given the way we react to it, makes it seem like it is, has a lot of gray area. We seem to forget that when writers create these characters, they take a lot of stuff that maybe we never see into account, then give us these little details that try to explain the choices they make, and leave it to us to decide.
The other thing is, everyone's freaking out about what's happened, and we haven't even seen the resolution yet. Sometimes, the writers have to paint someone into a corner to give them a chance to redeem themselves. Think about it that way.
With all that off my chest (finally) There's a lot of other crap going on in that show, to say the least. I think Burke getting shot will teach both him and Christina a lesson. He's not going to die, I really believe that.
Meredith and Derek? Yeah, it's definitely the opposite of done.
In a way, you have to feel bad for Addison. But remember, she started it.
Wednesday, May 10, 2006
Guess What?
I don't care if you're moving back to Pennsylvania.
In fact, I figured you were already gone. Even more, I hoped for it.
I certainly didn't need a text message from you, after a crap day at work, and a depressing day in general, to remind me that you existed.
In fact, I figured you were already gone. Even more, I hoped for it.
I certainly didn't need a text message from you, after a crap day at work, and a depressing day in general, to remind me that you existed.
Sunday, April 30, 2006
We Are All Witnesses
I'm not happy about the fact that they lost tonight, or that they played like garbage, but I took this picture of the LeBron James thing downtown last night after we left the Indians game, and I felt like sharing:
It doesn't transfer real well, and I didn't get a great angle, since we were walking the other way, so I kind of had to run up the street and back, but it's still not bad. And honestly, it doesn't do the sheer enormity of it any justice....
It doesn't transfer real well, and I didn't get a great angle, since we were walking the other way, so I kind of had to run up the street and back, but it's still not bad. And honestly, it doesn't do the sheer enormity of it any justice....
Thursday, April 27, 2006
So I walked into work this morning, and on my desk was a letter. I'm not sure why, but Tom Cruise left a note on my desk, and asked me to put this out to the world. Why he didn't just use his publicist is beyond me. Granted, I think the note said something about his publicist not letting him speak in public b/c he thinks he's "unstable", but the note scrawled off into some kind of odd hieroglyphics after that. Anyways, here it is:
Planet Earth,
Greetings from the Kingdom of Lord Xenu! I'm sure many of you are wondering why you haven't heard much from Katie or I since the birth of our daughter Suri. Well, frankly, I've been very busy hyping MI 3 overseas, mostly because the studio thinks that the Europeans are more likely to go see it because they don't think I'm nearly as crazy as most of the American moviegoers do. As for Katie, well, I've encouraged her to extend the silent birth thing into a kind of silent motherhood thing. I think it's best for the baby to learn her Scientology teachings from me. Granted, I've heard Katie mumbling a few things about some kid named Dawson, and something about running away to some place called "Toledo", wherever that is. I've just ignored it though, even though our nanny said she thinks that Katie might have signs of postpartum depression. I fired her for that though, b/c 1) That doesn't even exist, there's no such thing as a chemical imbalance, and 2) We don't need that kind of negative energy around the kid.
Now, the real reason that I'm writing this is because of some of the recent speculation that I might not be the best parent because of my "beliefs" (or as I like to call it "my neverending knolwedge of the truth"). I mean really, look at some of the other awful celebrity parents that are out there. Seriously, look at Frances Bean Cobain. Her dad committed suicide, and her mother can't stay off the smack long enough to make a public appearance. I mean really, Courtney Love is a MESS people. And Frances is fine. She doens't even have a important, creative name.
And really, Brad and Angelina? First of all, they're having their baby in f*ing Namibia, away from the watchful eye and positive vibe of the papparazi. How stupid is that? Besides, didn't she drink Billy Bob Thornton's blood when they were married?
And don't even get me started on that Brittney chick. That fatty can't put down the Cheetos and Red Bull long enough to do anything. I mean really? Am I ever going to let my kid fall out of a high chair? Besides, Lord Xenu is totally watching over her, and that would never happen.
Anyways, I need to get back to my press junket now. I have to make sure that the public remembers that I'm the star of this movie. Not that Philip Seymour dude, who can totally act way better than me, but is so not the star that I am. I mean really. I'm Maverick. Plus, I don't think Katie is going back to work anytime soon. She's sitting in the corner of the hotel room right now rocking back and forth, whispering something about getting Prozac, which is so not good for the baby. I don't care if it's already been born.
All Praise Xenu
TomKat
Planet Earth,
Greetings from the Kingdom of Lord Xenu! I'm sure many of you are wondering why you haven't heard much from Katie or I since the birth of our daughter Suri. Well, frankly, I've been very busy hyping MI 3 overseas, mostly because the studio thinks that the Europeans are more likely to go see it because they don't think I'm nearly as crazy as most of the American moviegoers do. As for Katie, well, I've encouraged her to extend the silent birth thing into a kind of silent motherhood thing. I think it's best for the baby to learn her Scientology teachings from me. Granted, I've heard Katie mumbling a few things about some kid named Dawson, and something about running away to some place called "Toledo", wherever that is. I've just ignored it though, even though our nanny said she thinks that Katie might have signs of postpartum depression. I fired her for that though, b/c 1) That doesn't even exist, there's no such thing as a chemical imbalance, and 2) We don't need that kind of negative energy around the kid.
Now, the real reason that I'm writing this is because of some of the recent speculation that I might not be the best parent because of my "beliefs" (or as I like to call it "my neverending knolwedge of the truth"). I mean really, look at some of the other awful celebrity parents that are out there. Seriously, look at Frances Bean Cobain. Her dad committed suicide, and her mother can't stay off the smack long enough to make a public appearance. I mean really, Courtney Love is a MESS people. And Frances is fine. She doens't even have a important, creative name.
And really, Brad and Angelina? First of all, they're having their baby in f*ing Namibia, away from the watchful eye and positive vibe of the papparazi. How stupid is that? Besides, didn't she drink Billy Bob Thornton's blood when they were married?
And don't even get me started on that Brittney chick. That fatty can't put down the Cheetos and Red Bull long enough to do anything. I mean really? Am I ever going to let my kid fall out of a high chair? Besides, Lord Xenu is totally watching over her, and that would never happen.
Anyways, I need to get back to my press junket now. I have to make sure that the public remembers that I'm the star of this movie. Not that Philip Seymour dude, who can totally act way better than me, but is so not the star that I am. I mean really. I'm Maverick. Plus, I don't think Katie is going back to work anytime soon. She's sitting in the corner of the hotel room right now rocking back and forth, whispering something about getting Prozac, which is so not good for the baby. I don't care if it's already been born.
All Praise Xenu
TomKat
Monday, April 24, 2006
Karma Strikes Back
Or my back, or whatever.
So, after making fun of Paul for breaking his finger after 5 minutes of basketball, and the usual mocking of Sarah for getting punched in the face playing football, karma decided to get it's revenge on me.
Actually it got revenge on my back. Painfully I might add. Now mind you, I've had a bad back pretty much all of my adult life, mostly because I have an extra vertebre, or one grew down lower into my body than it was supposed to. I really don't remember, but when I went to the chiropracter a couple of years ago, and they took X-rays, that's what was determined. I've really done a number on it a coupl eof times. Once in college, once about 2 years ago, and then Saturday.
Apparently, at the age of 27, being in the relatively lousy shape (mind you, I'm not in awful awful shape, but definitely the worst I've been), and playing football at 9 am on a Saturday is a bad combination.
Let's just say that the injury in question involved an interception by me (patting myeslf on the back) a short return, and a spin move (pulling a muscle or something in said back).
Oh, and it's our touch football league. For some reason I decided to pull out a spin move in TOUCH football. The lesson here? I'm retarded.
So, I spent most of yesterday on my back, not moving, and cringing every time I had to get up. Good times
So, after making fun of Paul for breaking his finger after 5 minutes of basketball, and the usual mocking of Sarah for getting punched in the face playing football, karma decided to get it's revenge on me.
Actually it got revenge on my back. Painfully I might add. Now mind you, I've had a bad back pretty much all of my adult life, mostly because I have an extra vertebre, or one grew down lower into my body than it was supposed to. I really don't remember, but when I went to the chiropracter a couple of years ago, and they took X-rays, that's what was determined. I've really done a number on it a coupl eof times. Once in college, once about 2 years ago, and then Saturday.
Apparently, at the age of 27, being in the relatively lousy shape (mind you, I'm not in awful awful shape, but definitely the worst I've been), and playing football at 9 am on a Saturday is a bad combination.
Let's just say that the injury in question involved an interception by me (patting myeslf on the back) a short return, and a spin move (pulling a muscle or something in said back).
Oh, and it's our touch football league. For some reason I decided to pull out a spin move in TOUCH football. The lesson here? I'm retarded.
So, I spent most of yesterday on my back, not moving, and cringing every time I had to get up. Good times
Wednesday, April 19, 2006
Sorry You Guys
I'm apolgizing for this up front, before y'all scroll down to see this.
We played basketball last night for a little over an hour. About 6 points into the first game, Paul kind of sort of caught a pass the wrong way. It dislocated his pinky finger. Somehow, he didn't even scream or make a big deal about it. He just had his brother take him to the hospital. Fortunately, he was kind enough to send us a picture message of what it looked like at the emergency room, which I will share now.....
See? I told you. Not good times. Sorry Paul, at least I didn't throw that pass!
We played basketball last night for a little over an hour. About 6 points into the first game, Paul kind of sort of caught a pass the wrong way. It dislocated his pinky finger. Somehow, he didn't even scream or make a big deal about it. He just had his brother take him to the hospital. Fortunately, he was kind enough to send us a picture message of what it looked like at the emergency room, which I will share now.....
See? I told you. Not good times. Sorry Paul, at least I didn't throw that pass!
Monday, April 17, 2006
Sometimes you Just have to Laugh
Just to prove that I be on my way out and still have a sense of humor about it:
**It's probably a lot funnier to people who work here, but the gist is that my company (which is headquartered in Delaware, was bought by Bank of America, hence many of us losing our jobs now)
**It's probably a lot funnier to people who work here, but the gist is that my company (which is headquartered in Delaware, was bought by Bank of America, hence many of us losing our jobs now)
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Well, That Figures......
So I'm watching the Cavs get beat (nay: blown the hell out) by Detroit last night, and caught myself thinking "well, it's not that big of a deal, we're already locked into our playoff spot".
Then, Lebron went down.
Hopefully it's not that bad. Right now, they're saying ankle sprain. He's saying it's not that bad. Personally, I don't want to even see him on the floor for more than 10 minutes or so between now and Game 1 of the playoffs.
The thing is, I get the feeling that my reaction was pretty typical of any Cleveland sports fans' response to him getting injured.
It was basically me going "Oh Motherf***er!! Are you serious?!" Then, taking a moment and thinking "Well, that figures"
See? That's the thing. I just accepted it, that no matter how well things seem to be going for a Cleveland sports team, the sports gods refuse to allow us to get to the pinacle.
Now don't get me wrong, these Cavs weren't going to win a title this year. No one who's sane thinks that. But this was supposed to be the year that Lebron breaks through, gets us to the playoffs, and the team would have something to build on.
Now? We're a week-plus from the playoffs, Z is just coming back from a sprained ankle, Lebron just sprained his, and Larry Hughes is just starting to get his legs back, and still probably won't be all the way there when the playoffs roll around.
Again, it figures.
The thing is, it's been that way since here since I was born. Just look at the last 25 years. Jordan over Ehlo, The Drive, The Fumble, That Jose Mesa/Tony Fernandez debacle in the 97 series, and hell, everything that's happened to the Browns since 1999.
And yes, I know this stuff has all been covered before. I'm not coming up with some new, cute angle on it. I'm just saying, suffering is apparently the destiny of a Cleveland sports fan.
It's funny, b/c anywhere else you only hear about the fans of certain teams, not entire cities, being tortured. Like those insufferable, antagonizing Red Sox fans before they won their title.
Oh really, Boston fans? Those 3 Superbowls and 16 Celtics titles weren't enough? F. You.
Then, Lebron went down.
Hopefully it's not that bad. Right now, they're saying ankle sprain. He's saying it's not that bad. Personally, I don't want to even see him on the floor for more than 10 minutes or so between now and Game 1 of the playoffs.
The thing is, I get the feeling that my reaction was pretty typical of any Cleveland sports fans' response to him getting injured.
It was basically me going "Oh Motherf***er!! Are you serious?!" Then, taking a moment and thinking "Well, that figures"
See? That's the thing. I just accepted it, that no matter how well things seem to be going for a Cleveland sports team, the sports gods refuse to allow us to get to the pinacle.
Now don't get me wrong, these Cavs weren't going to win a title this year. No one who's sane thinks that. But this was supposed to be the year that Lebron breaks through, gets us to the playoffs, and the team would have something to build on.
Now? We're a week-plus from the playoffs, Z is just coming back from a sprained ankle, Lebron just sprained his, and Larry Hughes is just starting to get his legs back, and still probably won't be all the way there when the playoffs roll around.
Again, it figures.
The thing is, it's been that way since here since I was born. Just look at the last 25 years. Jordan over Ehlo, The Drive, The Fumble, That Jose Mesa/Tony Fernandez debacle in the 97 series, and hell, everything that's happened to the Browns since 1999.
And yes, I know this stuff has all been covered before. I'm not coming up with some new, cute angle on it. I'm just saying, suffering is apparently the destiny of a Cleveland sports fan.
It's funny, b/c anywhere else you only hear about the fans of certain teams, not entire cities, being tortured. Like those insufferable, antagonizing Red Sox fans before they won their title.
Oh really, Boston fans? Those 3 Superbowls and 16 Celtics titles weren't enough? F. You.
Well, That Figures......
So I'm watching the Cavs get beat (nay: blown the hell out) by Detroit last night, and caught myself thinking "well, it's not that big of a deal, we're already locked into our playoff spot".
Then, Lebron went down.
Hopefully it's not that bad. Right now, they're saying ankle sprain. He's saying it's not that bad. Personally, I don't want to even see him on the floor for more than 10 minutes or so between now and Game 1 of the playoffs.
The thing is, I get the feeling that my reaction was pretty typical of any Cleveland sports fans' response to him getting injured.
It was basically me going "Oh Motherf***er!! Are you serious?!" Then, taking a moment and thinking "Well, that figures"
See? That's the thing. I just accepted it, that no matter how well things seem to be going for a Cleveland sports team, the sports gods refuse to allow us to get to the pinacle.
Now don't get me wrong, these Cavs weren't going to win a title this year. No one who's sane thinks that. But this was supposed to be the year that Lebron breaks through, gets us to the playoffs, and the team would have something to build on.
Now? We're a week-plus from the playoffs, Z is just coming back from a sprained ankle, Lebron just sprained his, and Larry Hughes is just starting to get his legs back, and still probably won't be all the way there when the playoffs roll around.
Again, it figures.
The thing is, it's been that way since here since I was born. Just look at the last 25 years. Jordan over Ehlo, The Drive, The Fumble, That Jose Mesa/Tony Fernandez debacle in the 97 series, and hell, everything that's happened to the Browns since 1999.
And yes, I know this stuff has all been covered before. I'm not coming up with some new, cute angle on it. I'm just saying, suffering is apparently the destiny of a Cleveland sports fan.
It's funny, b/c anywhere else you only hear about the fans of certain teams, not entire cities, being tortured. Like those insufferable, antagonizing Red Sox fans before they won their title.
Oh really, Boston fans? Those 3 Superbowls and 16 Celtics titles weren't enough? F. You.
Then, Lebron went down.
Hopefully it's not that bad. Right now, they're saying ankle sprain. He's saying it's not that bad. Personally, I don't want to even see him on the floor for more than 10 minutes or so between now and Game 1 of the playoffs.
The thing is, I get the feeling that my reaction was pretty typical of any Cleveland sports fans' response to him getting injured.
It was basically me going "Oh Motherf***er!! Are you serious?!" Then, taking a moment and thinking "Well, that figures"
See? That's the thing. I just accepted it, that no matter how well things seem to be going for a Cleveland sports team, the sports gods refuse to allow us to get to the pinacle.
Now don't get me wrong, these Cavs weren't going to win a title this year. No one who's sane thinks that. But this was supposed to be the year that Lebron breaks through, gets us to the playoffs, and the team would have something to build on.
Now? We're a week-plus from the playoffs, Z is just coming back from a sprained ankle, Lebron just sprained his, and Larry Hughes is just starting to get his legs back, and still probably won't be all the way there when the playoffs roll around.
Again, it figures.
The thing is, it's been that way since here since I was born. Just look at the last 25 years. Jordan over Ehlo, The Drive, The Fumble, That Jose Mesa/Tony Fernandez debacle in the 97 series, and hell, everything that's happened to the Browns since 1999.
And yes, I know this stuff has all been covered before. I'm not coming up with some new, cute angle on it. I'm just saying, suffering is apparently the destiny of a Cleveland sports fan.
It's funny, b/c anywhere else you only hear about the fans of certain teams, not entire cities, being tortured. Like those insufferable, antagonizing Red Sox fans before they won their title.
Oh really, Boston fans? Those 3 Superbowls and 16 Celtics titles weren't enough? F. You.
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Nothing Wrong Except......
Apparently, Brittney's kid keeps garnering visits from Child Services......
An excerpt from the story:
Spears' attorney, Martin Singer, said in a statement that the hospital made a report to the Department of Children and Family Services as required by state law.
"DCFS immediately responded and determined there was no problem and no reason to open a formal investigation. They determined that the parents weren't involved in the injury and nothing was improper within the home," he said
Nothing wrong, except for the corn rowed, no talent, chain smoking white boy that claimed to be the father.
Two visits from Child Services before the kid hits the 6 month mark? Nice work, Brit.
Granted, if I was Child Services, I'd have someone sitting outside that house FBI survellience style pretty much all the time. But that's just me.
These guys are starting to make Courtney Love look like a competent parent. Just kidding. She's still completely batshit crazy.
An excerpt from the story:
Spears' attorney, Martin Singer, said in a statement that the hospital made a report to the Department of Children and Family Services as required by state law.
"DCFS immediately responded and determined there was no problem and no reason to open a formal investigation. They determined that the parents weren't involved in the injury and nothing was improper within the home," he said
Nothing wrong, except for the corn rowed, no talent, chain smoking white boy that claimed to be the father.
Two visits from Child Services before the kid hits the 6 month mark? Nice work, Brit.
Granted, if I was Child Services, I'd have someone sitting outside that house FBI survellience style pretty much all the time. But that's just me.
These guys are starting to make Courtney Love look like a competent parent. Just kidding. She's still completely batshit crazy.
Monday, April 10, 2006
My Liver is Filing for Divorce---
I'm not sure if it was the half a pitcher of margarita's, the Captain that I drank before we left, or the shot of Jager at the end of the night, but my stomach was beyond angry with me Sunday morning.
Granted, the fact that we started drinking at 2 o'clock on Saturday may have had something to do with that. In my defense though, I had to keep drinking to allow myself to ignore the girl at the bar who kept trying to take out my knees with her crutches in some lame attempt to flirt with me.
(Memo to Steph on this one-if you have to say a girl has "perfect eyebrows" as a way of complimenting her, that's probably a sign that she's not that cute. Sorry)
For entertainment purposes:
If you watched The Office on April Fool's day, you remember the PSA's they had with the actors from the show? The show's website has all of them, plus quite a few more that haven't aired yet. Check them out here.. Hilarious to say the least
Also, don't forget, new 24 tonight! I linked the trailer again. How many more weeks until we get to see Jack kick President Crybaby in the ribs? Or just shoot out his knees. I get the feeling that on the level of good fights, that wouldn't be one of them.
Also, if you're hunting for something fun but chill to listen to at work, check out Gnarls Barkley. They were featured on an ep of Grey's a couple of weeks ago. I'm not sure what the story on this band is, as far as who's actually in it, but I know any time Danger Mouse gets involved, something unique usually comes out of it.
Granted, the fact that we started drinking at 2 o'clock on Saturday may have had something to do with that. In my defense though, I had to keep drinking to allow myself to ignore the girl at the bar who kept trying to take out my knees with her crutches in some lame attempt to flirt with me.
(Memo to Steph on this one-if you have to say a girl has "perfect eyebrows" as a way of complimenting her, that's probably a sign that she's not that cute. Sorry)
For entertainment purposes:
If you watched The Office on April Fool's day, you remember the PSA's they had with the actors from the show? The show's website has all of them, plus quite a few more that haven't aired yet. Check them out here.. Hilarious to say the least
Also, don't forget, new 24 tonight! I linked the trailer again. How many more weeks until we get to see Jack kick President Crybaby in the ribs? Or just shoot out his knees. I get the feeling that on the level of good fights, that wouldn't be one of them.
Also, if you're hunting for something fun but chill to listen to at work, check out Gnarls Barkley. They were featured on an ep of Grey's a couple of weeks ago. I'm not sure what the story on this band is, as far as who's actually in it, but I know any time Danger Mouse gets involved, something unique usually comes out of it.
Friday, April 07, 2006
Random Thoughts
At least it's Friday. Too bad it's raining for the Indians home opener. Oh wait, I'm not going, so I guess it's not that big of a deal for me. But I do feel bad for all the people that will be going if it does get rained out. Granted, rain won't close the bars......
Oh, if anyone wants to buy my a present, this would be a nice addition to my tshirt collection.
I'm glad to see the Cardinals are off to a 3-0 start, but I'm not believing anything until October rolls around. They've taunted me for two years now, and I'm not about to fall into that trap again.
Also, on Yahoo! There's a trailer for next week's episode of 24. It certainly looks like Secretary of Defense Heller might be making a reappearance, which would be spectacular.
Oh, if anyone wants to buy my a present, this would be a nice addition to my tshirt collection.
I'm glad to see the Cardinals are off to a 3-0 start, but I'm not believing anything until October rolls around. They've taunted me for two years now, and I'm not about to fall into that trap again.
Also, on Yahoo! There's a trailer for next week's episode of 24. It certainly looks like Secretary of Defense Heller might be making a reappearance, which would be spectacular.
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Warning! 24 Semi-Spoiler
If you haven't watched yet this week, you may want to skip this. I'll try not to give too much away, but I want to offer a theory or two on what's going on......
My general reaction to this weeks' episode? Holy Crap.
The whole Wayne Palmer coming back and helping with the operation? Amazing.
The last scene, when we see who's ultimately behind all of this? Are you serious? Logan? The spineless wonder of a President?
I was discussing this whole thing with Drew last night (you know, since we're moderately obsessed), and we couldn't come up with a good reason for why the President, of all people, would be behind all of this, or how he orchestrated it without anyone finding out. So I started kicking around some theories/premises, whatever you want to call them.
So here's my personal/general theory on the whole thing. Mind you, there's some holes in it that I imagine may or may not be filled in by the writers in the next 2-3 weeks.
Here's my thoughts. First off, I think it started with the plot centered around the Centax gas. Logan is a guy who's supremely worried about public opinion, and how things look to the American people, and how history is going to remember him. Remember, he's not an elected President. He took over after President Keeler was shot down in Air Force One during season 4. He knew there was a prevailing feeling (though not publicly, but within his own administration) that David Palmer held a great deal of the responsibility for getting the country through the last crisis. By manufacturing a crisis, and then dealing with it effectively, he shows his own strength and ability in dealing with a situation such as this. That, or he's fallen into this whole "I'm a patriot" thing that Cummings and Henderson have both been spewing.
How do the other players fit into this though? Well, as we saw last season, Cummings was more than willing to do the Presidents dirty work, as in ordering Jack's murder. I believe now that he committed suicide b/c he knew all along that the President was the man behind this, and killed himself to prevent ever having to give up that information. It was a risk he assumed when he involved himself in this plot.
What about Jack? Well, I have a feeling that we're going to find out down the line that Logan had managed to find out that Jack was still alive. That's very plausible. Once he found this out, the rest became easy. Framing him for Palmer's murder makes everything else a piece of cake. One, it elimiates Palmer, who was about to expose the plot. Two, it eliminates Jack in one way or another. Either he's going to be killed, or imprisioned as a traitor. That alone would eliminate any heat that may have been felt by the Chinese, should they ever find out Jack was still alive. Killing of Jack's friends, well that was just to help draw Jack out of hiding, to aid in the killing or capture for Palmers assasination.
So it's a loose theory, but it makes sense.
My general reaction to this weeks' episode? Holy Crap.
The whole Wayne Palmer coming back and helping with the operation? Amazing.
The last scene, when we see who's ultimately behind all of this? Are you serious? Logan? The spineless wonder of a President?
I was discussing this whole thing with Drew last night (you know, since we're moderately obsessed), and we couldn't come up with a good reason for why the President, of all people, would be behind all of this, or how he orchestrated it without anyone finding out. So I started kicking around some theories/premises, whatever you want to call them.
So here's my personal/general theory on the whole thing. Mind you, there's some holes in it that I imagine may or may not be filled in by the writers in the next 2-3 weeks.
Here's my thoughts. First off, I think it started with the plot centered around the Centax gas. Logan is a guy who's supremely worried about public opinion, and how things look to the American people, and how history is going to remember him. Remember, he's not an elected President. He took over after President Keeler was shot down in Air Force One during season 4. He knew there was a prevailing feeling (though not publicly, but within his own administration) that David Palmer held a great deal of the responsibility for getting the country through the last crisis. By manufacturing a crisis, and then dealing with it effectively, he shows his own strength and ability in dealing with a situation such as this. That, or he's fallen into this whole "I'm a patriot" thing that Cummings and Henderson have both been spewing.
How do the other players fit into this though? Well, as we saw last season, Cummings was more than willing to do the Presidents dirty work, as in ordering Jack's murder. I believe now that he committed suicide b/c he knew all along that the President was the man behind this, and killed himself to prevent ever having to give up that information. It was a risk he assumed when he involved himself in this plot.
What about Jack? Well, I have a feeling that we're going to find out down the line that Logan had managed to find out that Jack was still alive. That's very plausible. Once he found this out, the rest became easy. Framing him for Palmer's murder makes everything else a piece of cake. One, it elimiates Palmer, who was about to expose the plot. Two, it eliminates Jack in one way or another. Either he's going to be killed, or imprisioned as a traitor. That alone would eliminate any heat that may have been felt by the Chinese, should they ever find out Jack was still alive. Killing of Jack's friends, well that was just to help draw Jack out of hiding, to aid in the killing or capture for Palmers assasination.
So it's a loose theory, but it makes sense.
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Was that....
Chris freaking O'Donnell?
As in-School Ties, the two really bad Batman movies Chris O'Donnell?
Grey's Anatomy, now you're just f'ing with my head. Seriously.
As in-School Ties, the two really bad Batman movies Chris O'Donnell?
Grey's Anatomy, now you're just f'ing with my head. Seriously.
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Sharda, drunk, champagne, etc
Yeah, We're at Sharda's, and there's multiple bloggers here. Danielle is singing 80's songs in my ears. I have had wayyyyyyyy to much Captain, and I am definitely definitely the only guy here with 12 girls. That's fine though. Oh, and we're listening to 80s tunes. Lots of them. But as long as Sharda takes her shirt off, we'll be fine. Sarah and Danielle say hello. Oh....you all missed the Kris Kross incident. Drunk blogging+hot chicks+hors= superterificfun. Write that down. PS, Sarah has the worst bruise ever on her face. Don't ask.
Thursday, March 30, 2006
The Countdown Begins
Days Until I'm Unemployed: 106 (July 14th)
Well, the official countdown starts today. My department is shutting down, and those of us that don't choose to, or aren't able to, find other opportunities with the company are out.
I'll be unemployed. Out of work. A virtual vagabond.
I have 2 bachelors degrees, and I almost have my masters. I'm reasonably intelligent, talented, and relatively motivated.
And now? I'm screwed.
I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't have a good plan. I've said I can do this, or that, or the other thing, but I don't know for sure what I'm going to do. I'll get a severance, and there's always unemployment, and I'm sure I can find a job if I need to.
But here's the thing: I've spent the better part of the last 4-5 years doing stuff I don't like. I want to do something I enjoy, or at least, find challenging next. However, I'm scared that I won't find something I like, or won't be able to get the job I want.
Well, the official countdown starts today. My department is shutting down, and those of us that don't choose to, or aren't able to, find other opportunities with the company are out.
I'll be unemployed. Out of work. A virtual vagabond.
I have 2 bachelors degrees, and I almost have my masters. I'm reasonably intelligent, talented, and relatively motivated.
And now? I'm screwed.
I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't have a good plan. I've said I can do this, or that, or the other thing, but I don't know for sure what I'm going to do. I'll get a severance, and there's always unemployment, and I'm sure I can find a job if I need to.
But here's the thing: I've spent the better part of the last 4-5 years doing stuff I don't like. I want to do something I enjoy, or at least, find challenging next. However, I'm scared that I won't find something I like, or won't be able to get the job I want.
Monday, March 27, 2006
Today's List
Things Making My Day Better Today
1) My new Jack Johnson bootleg, circa 2001, courtesy of Sharda. It's a really really good disc. It's clear sounding, there's no background noise, and it's got a bunch of Brushfire Fairtales songs on it. Bonus points for the partial covers of Garden Grove (Sublime) and Who Do You Love? (George Thorogood). Good times. I owe you for that one, Sharda
2) A new episode of 24 tonight. Seriously, the show is like my little piece of crack for the week. Of course, watching it also means ordering food from Angelo's, playing Xbox 360, and probably at least a beer or two. And yes, I promise I'm 27, not 19.
3) Diane's b-day party on Saturday was a rockin good time, to say the least. Highlights included Sarah drinking an entire LARGE bottle of Arbor Mist (really, who's 19?), Kareoke Revolution (PS-I. Can't. Sing. At. All) and an ill-fated experiment with chocolate vodka. Good times
Things Not Working Out Today-
1) Work. Or better yet, incompetance. Here's a tip. When you get a big office and a fancy job title, and make more money, people surprisingly expect things. Telling the entire floor of people to call the help desk when we're having a system freeze up isn't a solution. It's passing the buck.
2) Cold- I think I caught Diane's. Thanks. First you toss me under the bus, then you get me sick. Want to shoot out my winshield while your at it?
3) My bracket completely fell apart over the weekend. Thursday night I was in great shape, in very good position to win. By Saturday night, I wouldn't have wiped my backside with that thing. To make this worse, everyone paid me for it on St. Patty's day, and in my stupor, I spent a chunk of the money. Nice work moron.
1) My new Jack Johnson bootleg, circa 2001, courtesy of Sharda. It's a really really good disc. It's clear sounding, there's no background noise, and it's got a bunch of Brushfire Fairtales songs on it. Bonus points for the partial covers of Garden Grove (Sublime) and Who Do You Love? (George Thorogood). Good times. I owe you for that one, Sharda
2) A new episode of 24 tonight. Seriously, the show is like my little piece of crack for the week. Of course, watching it also means ordering food from Angelo's, playing Xbox 360, and probably at least a beer or two. And yes, I promise I'm 27, not 19.
3) Diane's b-day party on Saturday was a rockin good time, to say the least. Highlights included Sarah drinking an entire LARGE bottle of Arbor Mist (really, who's 19?), Kareoke Revolution (PS-I. Can't. Sing. At. All) and an ill-fated experiment with chocolate vodka. Good times
Things Not Working Out Today-
1) Work. Or better yet, incompetance. Here's a tip. When you get a big office and a fancy job title, and make more money, people surprisingly expect things. Telling the entire floor of people to call the help desk when we're having a system freeze up isn't a solution. It's passing the buck.
2) Cold- I think I caught Diane's. Thanks. First you toss me under the bus, then you get me sick. Want to shoot out my winshield while your at it?
3) My bracket completely fell apart over the weekend. Thursday night I was in great shape, in very good position to win. By Saturday night, I wouldn't have wiped my backside with that thing. To make this worse, everyone paid me for it on St. Patty's day, and in my stupor, I spent a chunk of the money. Nice work moron.
Monday, March 20, 2006
A Band-aid Covers the Bullethole
Alright, I admit, I stole the title of this entry from an episode of Grey's from about 2 weeks ago.
That's not the point.
I'll go on record with a warning right now. This post won't be funny, or intellectual, or any of the above. This is going to be all thinky and feely and uncomfortable. So a good portion of y'all might stop right about here.
Why did I choose this as a post title? Good question.
She came back. In some kind of karmic, "thanks for making peace with one of your old ex's, now try this one on for size" Megan started contacting me last week. It started innocently. Allegedly. Last Monday, a text message that simply said "hello" that led to exchanging texts for about 2 hours. Then, Tuesday, a morning email about a dream she had that involved a friend of mine. That lead to emailing and texting all day. Wednesday, she called, saying she was tired of sending text messages. Another phone call on Thursday, this time from me in repsonse to a text message. Then Friday, at 2 AM, she calls. We talk, but not about anything important.
The whole time, she says just wants to be friends, allegedly. Here's the thing, she made the efforts on multiple occassions, to be friends??
Didn't seem likely. So last night I called her on it. Asked right up front "How are you going to feel if I tell you about dating other pepole, are you okay with that?" She said no. I said, then you don't want to be friends. I tell her there must be more to it. She says it doesn't matter, that she's moving back to Pittsburgh or something, or far away from Cleveland, as soon as she can secure a position, and knows I'm not leaving Cleveland for anything. Says she hates it here. The rest of the conversation trail is pretty hard to follow, and I'm not sure where we left things. Obviously we're not together, but beyond that I don't know if I'll hear from her or not.
The bottom line? A friendship was a band-aid for a bullethole. It's nice to be able to be civil to each other, and talk, but eventually it's going to go bad and bleed out. Should I have been more patient? Maybe, but the fact is, once she made multiple contacts with me, I assumed that she wanted something.
The truly awful part? 2 months of progressing towards getting past it killed off in a few days. Square f'ing One over here.
Fact is, it's nobody's fault but mine. I never should have convinced myself she wanted anything.
Talking myself into it just opened up the bullet hole.
That's not the point.
I'll go on record with a warning right now. This post won't be funny, or intellectual, or any of the above. This is going to be all thinky and feely and uncomfortable. So a good portion of y'all might stop right about here.
Why did I choose this as a post title? Good question.
She came back. In some kind of karmic, "thanks for making peace with one of your old ex's, now try this one on for size" Megan started contacting me last week. It started innocently. Allegedly. Last Monday, a text message that simply said "hello" that led to exchanging texts for about 2 hours. Then, Tuesday, a morning email about a dream she had that involved a friend of mine. That lead to emailing and texting all day. Wednesday, she called, saying she was tired of sending text messages. Another phone call on Thursday, this time from me in repsonse to a text message. Then Friday, at 2 AM, she calls. We talk, but not about anything important.
The whole time, she says just wants to be friends, allegedly. Here's the thing, she made the efforts on multiple occassions, to be friends??
Didn't seem likely. So last night I called her on it. Asked right up front "How are you going to feel if I tell you about dating other pepole, are you okay with that?" She said no. I said, then you don't want to be friends. I tell her there must be more to it. She says it doesn't matter, that she's moving back to Pittsburgh or something, or far away from Cleveland, as soon as she can secure a position, and knows I'm not leaving Cleveland for anything. Says she hates it here. The rest of the conversation trail is pretty hard to follow, and I'm not sure where we left things. Obviously we're not together, but beyond that I don't know if I'll hear from her or not.
The bottom line? A friendship was a band-aid for a bullethole. It's nice to be able to be civil to each other, and talk, but eventually it's going to go bad and bleed out. Should I have been more patient? Maybe, but the fact is, once she made multiple contacts with me, I assumed that she wanted something.
The truly awful part? 2 months of progressing towards getting past it killed off in a few days. Square f'ing One over here.
Fact is, it's nobody's fault but mine. I never should have convinced myself she wanted anything.
Talking myself into it just opened up the bullet hole.
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Why My Birthday was Fun.....I think......Maybe?
Well.
I'm pretty sure that the fog from my hangover is starting to clear just a little bit. Very little.
Let's just say that last night was ridiculous. Check that. Saying that does a disservice to ridiculous.
We started out with drinks, margarits mostly, at Crazy Ritas. There was about 20 people there, and it was a blast. I have to say that I don't think I appreciate some of my friends as much as I should, it was really nice to have everyone there, and celebrate with everyone.
Something really interesting happened though while I was there. So we're sitting up on the little back area, which is kind of elevated a few feet over the rest of the bar. We had pretty much taken it over. I was standing kind of against the wall, just looking around the bar, checking out the crowd. And I see Bethany f'ing Borger.....
Who?
Bethany. Let's try and make this simple. She was like Megan, before Megan existed in my world. In other words, she was someone I was with for a good amount of time, things ended pretty badly, mostly b/c I'm an ass, and needed to grow up, (probably still do, thanks guys, really). Why is this weird? Becuase we broke up all the way back in 2003, before my old roomates got engaged, married, had kids. Before she finished school, before I moved to Lakewood and started grad school.
Literally, it was that long ago, pretty much like a lifetime. And the girl lives at home, 5 minutes away from me, and I hadn't run into her yet. And westside Cleveland ain't that big.
I guess the thing that's wierd about it is that I hadn't given her much of a thought once Megan came along or even for quite some time before that. But until then, I wondered how I would react. I was bitter about the way things ended for a long time. As much for my role in it and the way it went down, and the way I handled it (poorly), as anything.
So when I saw her, it was wierd. But not bad. Just different. It was fine actually. Maybe it was the 3 drinks I had already had, or the fact that I wasn't going to mope on my birthday, or that someone had really crushed me more recently, and you can only really hold a bitterness for one person at a time.
That, or maybe I just realized that she was my friend for over a year before we dated, that until it ended we had a lot of fun together, and that really, she's a genuinely good person with a huge heart, who really meant well pretty much all the time. Hindsight being what it is, I would have left me too. I wasn't a great person to be around back then. I needed to grow up.
So, I did the right thing. I went and said hello. We talked, caught up on each others careers, families, friends of each others that we had grown fond of while we were together. We laughed a little bit, talked about how everyone changes a lot in 4 years, especially at our age, and that was it. She saw people coming up to say happy birthday, wished me one as well, we said it was good to see each other, and that was it. I went over and said good bye to her before we moved on to the next bar, bought her a drink, and told her maybe I'll see her again in another 4 yeras......
And then yesterday, of all things, I was messing around online, and saw her instant messenger account was active. Why I had instant messenger on is beyond me. It logs me in when I turn the computer on and I just leave it up for no reason. So I hit the little buddy info thing, just to see what she had up, and the girl has a blog. Of course. Small world huh?
I'm pretty sure that the fog from my hangover is starting to clear just a little bit. Very little.
Let's just say that last night was ridiculous. Check that. Saying that does a disservice to ridiculous.
We started out with drinks, margarits mostly, at Crazy Ritas. There was about 20 people there, and it was a blast. I have to say that I don't think I appreciate some of my friends as much as I should, it was really nice to have everyone there, and celebrate with everyone.
Something really interesting happened though while I was there. So we're sitting up on the little back area, which is kind of elevated a few feet over the rest of the bar. We had pretty much taken it over. I was standing kind of against the wall, just looking around the bar, checking out the crowd. And I see Bethany f'ing Borger.....
Who?
Bethany. Let's try and make this simple. She was like Megan, before Megan existed in my world. In other words, she was someone I was with for a good amount of time, things ended pretty badly, mostly b/c I'm an ass, and needed to grow up, (probably still do, thanks guys, really). Why is this weird? Becuase we broke up all the way back in 2003, before my old roomates got engaged, married, had kids. Before she finished school, before I moved to Lakewood and started grad school.
Literally, it was that long ago, pretty much like a lifetime. And the girl lives at home, 5 minutes away from me, and I hadn't run into her yet. And westside Cleveland ain't that big.
I guess the thing that's wierd about it is that I hadn't given her much of a thought once Megan came along or even for quite some time before that. But until then, I wondered how I would react. I was bitter about the way things ended for a long time. As much for my role in it and the way it went down, and the way I handled it (poorly), as anything.
So when I saw her, it was wierd. But not bad. Just different. It was fine actually. Maybe it was the 3 drinks I had already had, or the fact that I wasn't going to mope on my birthday, or that someone had really crushed me more recently, and you can only really hold a bitterness for one person at a time.
That, or maybe I just realized that she was my friend for over a year before we dated, that until it ended we had a lot of fun together, and that really, she's a genuinely good person with a huge heart, who really meant well pretty much all the time. Hindsight being what it is, I would have left me too. I wasn't a great person to be around back then. I needed to grow up.
So, I did the right thing. I went and said hello. We talked, caught up on each others careers, families, friends of each others that we had grown fond of while we were together. We laughed a little bit, talked about how everyone changes a lot in 4 years, especially at our age, and that was it. She saw people coming up to say happy birthday, wished me one as well, we said it was good to see each other, and that was it. I went over and said good bye to her before we moved on to the next bar, bought her a drink, and told her maybe I'll see her again in another 4 yeras......
And then yesterday, of all things, I was messing around online, and saw her instant messenger account was active. Why I had instant messenger on is beyond me. It logs me in when I turn the computer on and I just leave it up for no reason. So I hit the little buddy info thing, just to see what she had up, and the girl has a blog. Of course. Small world huh?
Friday, March 03, 2006
Playlisting
Just a sampling of what's rocking on my iTunes lately....
Matisyahu-Youth
Arctic Monkeys- I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor
White Stripes- The Denial Twist
Franz Ferdinand- The Fallen
Panic! At the Disco- There's a Good Reason These Tables are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't Figured it out Yet.....
Prince- Black Sweat
The Killers - Indie Rock n' Roll
Jack Johnson - Jungle Gym/Better Together
Teddy Geiger - Try to Hard
Brandi Carlile - Throw it All Away
New Found Glory - The Story So Far
Foo Fighters - Friend of a Friend
I know, none of these songs really fit together. Anybody else finding anything new out there that they like?? I'm always trying to hunt new stuff down.
Matisyahu-Youth
Arctic Monkeys- I Bet You Look Good on the Dancefloor
White Stripes- The Denial Twist
Franz Ferdinand- The Fallen
Panic! At the Disco- There's a Good Reason These Tables are Numbered Honey, You Just Haven't Figured it out Yet.....
Prince- Black Sweat
The Killers - Indie Rock n' Roll
Jack Johnson - Jungle Gym/Better Together
Teddy Geiger - Try to Hard
Brandi Carlile - Throw it All Away
New Found Glory - The Story So Far
Foo Fighters - Friend of a Friend
I know, none of these songs really fit together. Anybody else finding anything new out there that they like?? I'm always trying to hunt new stuff down.
Thursday, March 02, 2006
In Case you Are Bored Today....
Sometimes, through the wonders of the internet, I stumble upon greatness....and I share it with you, out of friendship.
CNN/Money.com apparently has a lot of time on their hands, even though it's tax season. TV Dad's probably salary calculations? Priceless. Tony Danza is really getting the short end of the stick here.
But this link is much better. MC Hammer + New Album + Blog = Speechless.
CNN/Money.com apparently has a lot of time on their hands, even though it's tax season. TV Dad's probably salary calculations? Priceless. Tony Danza is really getting the short end of the stick here.
But this link is much better. MC Hammer + New Album + Blog = Speechless.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
3 Day Hangovers, The Rise of George, The Fall of Rudy
Let's just say that it's Tuesday morning, and I'm still feeling very beat up from Saturday night. Drinking from 7:30 PM to 3 AM? At 21, this equals fun. At almost 27, this equals fun at the time, then roughly 2-3 days of feeling like holy death. Really, spending all day Sunday feeling like I was punched in the stomach? Bad times.
That being said, the party/fundraiser at the LVT on Saturday was one of the best times I've had in a long time. We had roughly 70 people, killed 2 kegs in about 4 and a half hours, and as far as I know, everyone had a really good time. Granted, as far as I know, I had a good time, but I'm not 100% sure. I am thankful that it worked out as well as it did, I was worried that we'd have a subpar turnout, and that I'd feel like a big jackass for thinking it could work. Fortunately, everyone on our team did a great job of getting a lot of fun, cool people to show, so the hardest thing I had to do all night was walk around with an envelope of money on my arm without losing it, and put wristbands on people's arms without anyone losing too much arm-hair.
Grey's Anatomy
My first mistake in writing about this show is that I go to the writer's blog after every episode, so I take what I already think about the episode, then add it to that, and I feel like I'm not making any points that haven't already been made. However, I will say a couple of things. 1) Having George narrate the episode was really cool, and a great change of pace. We always see everything through Meredith's eyes, and as she gets more pathetic, and more lost in her own despair, it's good to see her through someone else's eyes. 2) I liked how they built the entire episode around karma, seeing people getting what they deserve for their actions, both good and bad. And 3) I know we're 19 episodes into the season, and I'm really mad that it's going to be over soon.
24
Sarah and Sharda are going to kill me for this, significantly, but it's good to see stupid Rudy get his. He was awful! And you guys, if you were watching the show, you'd know what I'm talking about, so you can't defend him anymore. Also, apparently Tony and Kim are coming back next week, which means this thing is really going to escalate.
That being said, the party/fundraiser at the LVT on Saturday was one of the best times I've had in a long time. We had roughly 70 people, killed 2 kegs in about 4 and a half hours, and as far as I know, everyone had a really good time. Granted, as far as I know, I had a good time, but I'm not 100% sure. I am thankful that it worked out as well as it did, I was worried that we'd have a subpar turnout, and that I'd feel like a big jackass for thinking it could work. Fortunately, everyone on our team did a great job of getting a lot of fun, cool people to show, so the hardest thing I had to do all night was walk around with an envelope of money on my arm without losing it, and put wristbands on people's arms without anyone losing too much arm-hair.
Grey's Anatomy
My first mistake in writing about this show is that I go to the writer's blog after every episode, so I take what I already think about the episode, then add it to that, and I feel like I'm not making any points that haven't already been made. However, I will say a couple of things. 1) Having George narrate the episode was really cool, and a great change of pace. We always see everything through Meredith's eyes, and as she gets more pathetic, and more lost in her own despair, it's good to see her through someone else's eyes. 2) I liked how they built the entire episode around karma, seeing people getting what they deserve for their actions, both good and bad. And 3) I know we're 19 episodes into the season, and I'm really mad that it's going to be over soon.
24
Sarah and Sharda are going to kill me for this, significantly, but it's good to see stupid Rudy get his. He was awful! And you guys, if you were watching the show, you'd know what I'm talking about, so you can't defend him anymore. Also, apparently Tony and Kim are coming back next week, which means this thing is really going to escalate.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
Home Sweet Home?
I realized that lately all I've been posting about lately is 24 and Grey's Anatomy. This means one of two things:
1) I'm very shallow, and have so little going on in my life that I talk about TV constantly.
2) At least I'm not whining about my break up anymore. (You know, save for that vicious set of lyrics I posted on V-Day, but that was to be expected. Deal.)
Anyway, I had the wierdest dream last night. I dreamt that I was a little kid again back home in Erie, and I was at the butcher shop with my mom. Yes, my mother was old school, we still went to the butcher shop, and she had her own garden. I'm pretty sure my parents were hippies in a former life.
And by a former life, I mean the 70s.
Looking at our furniture from around the time I was born, I'm almost positive of it. Given my love of taking showers, I'm really glad I didn't have to grow up on a commune or something, that would have sucked.
Nevertheless, in my dream I just kept eating. And I remembered that everytime we went to the butcher shop, my mom would give me a piece of baloney out of the stuff she just bought, and buy me one of the black and white iced sugar cookies. The ones that were like the size of my friggin head, but only cost 30 cents? Let's face it, that was like 20 years ago.
Then I woke up and I'm like-baloney? WTF? I haven't had that in like 5 years, and the last time I tasted it, I thought I was going to puke. So why the hell would I have a dream about it? Better yet, why did we ever like that stuff when we were kids? It's like an old shoe mixed with salt.
I guess the point of all this is that it's wierd. If I was like a lot of my friends from high school, I never would have left Erie, which, after visiting there a couple of years ago, is not a good thing. Unfortunately, my hometown is very much on the downside of it's peak, and with the way a lot of blue collar jobs are being outsourced, I don't see that changing anytime during my lifetime.
But when you're a kid, home is home and you don't know any better, you can't imagine packing up and moving, and starting a whole new life. Now, we all contemplate the potential of moving at one point or another to take another job, explore other opportunities, or whatever. And as much as I still sometimes miss the familiarity of my small little hometown, I certainly wouldn't trade where I live for anything. (Okay, minus the snow and the crime)
1) I'm very shallow, and have so little going on in my life that I talk about TV constantly.
2) At least I'm not whining about my break up anymore. (You know, save for that vicious set of lyrics I posted on V-Day, but that was to be expected. Deal.)
Anyway, I had the wierdest dream last night. I dreamt that I was a little kid again back home in Erie, and I was at the butcher shop with my mom. Yes, my mother was old school, we still went to the butcher shop, and she had her own garden. I'm pretty sure my parents were hippies in a former life.
And by a former life, I mean the 70s.
Looking at our furniture from around the time I was born, I'm almost positive of it. Given my love of taking showers, I'm really glad I didn't have to grow up on a commune or something, that would have sucked.
Nevertheless, in my dream I just kept eating. And I remembered that everytime we went to the butcher shop, my mom would give me a piece of baloney out of the stuff she just bought, and buy me one of the black and white iced sugar cookies. The ones that were like the size of my friggin head, but only cost 30 cents? Let's face it, that was like 20 years ago.
Then I woke up and I'm like-baloney? WTF? I haven't had that in like 5 years, and the last time I tasted it, I thought I was going to puke. So why the hell would I have a dream about it? Better yet, why did we ever like that stuff when we were kids? It's like an old shoe mixed with salt.
I guess the point of all this is that it's wierd. If I was like a lot of my friends from high school, I never would have left Erie, which, after visiting there a couple of years ago, is not a good thing. Unfortunately, my hometown is very much on the downside of it's peak, and with the way a lot of blue collar jobs are being outsourced, I don't see that changing anytime during my lifetime.
But when you're a kid, home is home and you don't know any better, you can't imagine packing up and moving, and starting a whole new life. Now, we all contemplate the potential of moving at one point or another to take another job, explore other opportunities, or whatever. And as much as I still sometimes miss the familiarity of my small little hometown, I certainly wouldn't trade where I live for anything. (Okay, minus the snow and the crime)
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Grey's, Jack, and F*ing Rudy.....
Jack Bauer Terrorist Kill Count: 10
Helicopters grounded with a handgun: 1 (a f*ing handgun...come on people, that's amazing!)
I know it's been two weeks since I've done a 24 post, but I didn't have much to say about last weeks episode. And I'm lazy. And fat. You get the idea.
However, I have to say things are finally starting to take a turn for the better this season. Granted, I'm pretty sure I hate Sean Astin right now, and will heretofore refer to him as "Rudy", as I refuse to acknowledge his role in Lord of the Rings, and would prefer to mock him in this manner.
I mean really, you're going to put Jack in custody? For saving 800 lives? That makes sense.
Personally, I'm really looking forward to the point where Tony wakes up from his coma, verbally berates Rudy, and possibly pistol whips him. That's what I'm hoping for at least.
As for Grey's, well what can I say other than: Holy crap.
First of all, I just picked up Season 1 on DVD over the weekend, and effectively cut my productivity down to zero as a result.
Secondly, Burke is slowly turning into my favorite character. The way he got away with yelling at Christina, and that ridiculous dancing thing? Amazing x2.
Third, is Meredith retarded? That whole thing at the end of the episode repulsed me. Is it possible to start to dislike the main character of a show?? She's becoming this self-destructive, sad, whiny person.
Also, if I saw you Saturday at Blind Pig and don't remember, well, you can thank the Captain for that. As for me, all I had to thank him for was a hangover.....
Helicopters grounded with a handgun: 1 (a f*ing handgun...come on people, that's amazing!)
I know it's been two weeks since I've done a 24 post, but I didn't have much to say about last weeks episode. And I'm lazy. And fat. You get the idea.
However, I have to say things are finally starting to take a turn for the better this season. Granted, I'm pretty sure I hate Sean Astin right now, and will heretofore refer to him as "Rudy", as I refuse to acknowledge his role in Lord of the Rings, and would prefer to mock him in this manner.
I mean really, you're going to put Jack in custody? For saving 800 lives? That makes sense.
Personally, I'm really looking forward to the point where Tony wakes up from his coma, verbally berates Rudy, and possibly pistol whips him. That's what I'm hoping for at least.
As for Grey's, well what can I say other than: Holy crap.
First of all, I just picked up Season 1 on DVD over the weekend, and effectively cut my productivity down to zero as a result.
Secondly, Burke is slowly turning into my favorite character. The way he got away with yelling at Christina, and that ridiculous dancing thing? Amazing x2.
Third, is Meredith retarded? That whole thing at the end of the episode repulsed me. Is it possible to start to dislike the main character of a show?? She's becoming this self-destructive, sad, whiny person.
Also, if I saw you Saturday at Blind Pig and don't remember, well, you can thank the Captain for that. As for me, all I had to thank him for was a hangover.....
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Made up Holidays and Things Of that Sort.....
Valentines Day is not a day that I've ever enjoyed. For whatever reason, I've felt it was always just an overhyped, super commercialized excuse to pump money out of people. I mean, you don't even get drunk on it normally, so how much of a holiday can it be.
And yes, that being said, I know some people enjoy it, and take it very seriously. Good for you. I on the other hand will probably be out with the rest of the single folks tonight, enjoying not having to be sappy.
In respect of that fact, and the fact that I'm still maybe a bitter little soul, and because I really like this song, I figured I'd post the lyrics here just for fun.
LYING IS THE MOST FUN A GIRL CAN HAVE WITHOUT TAKING HER CLOTHES OFF (by: Panic! At the Disco)
Well Is it still me that makes you sweat?
am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
Well Then think of what you did. And I hope to God he was worth it.
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as you're fingers touch your skin.
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch...a better fuck
than any boy you'll ever meet. Sweetie you had me.
Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
exchanging body heat in the passenger seat? no no no you know it will always just be..me
Let's get those teen hearts beating. Faster faster!
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls:will you dance to this beat- and hold a lover close?
Now I guess we're back to us, oh cameraman, swing the focus!
In case I lost my train of thought where was it that we last left off ?
lets pick up pick up
Oh now I do recall, we just were getting to the part...
Where the shock sets in, and the stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick.
Well then think of what you did. and how I hope to god he was worth it
For that I'm very sorry love... and though you may have butchered us...
I sure hope you didn't expect that you'd get all of the attention.
(besides) did you really think I'd let you kill this chorus?
***************************************
That was nice and cathartic.....
And yes, that being said, I know some people enjoy it, and take it very seriously. Good for you. I on the other hand will probably be out with the rest of the single folks tonight, enjoying not having to be sappy.
In respect of that fact, and the fact that I'm still maybe a bitter little soul, and because I really like this song, I figured I'd post the lyrics here just for fun.
LYING IS THE MOST FUN A GIRL CAN HAVE WITHOUT TAKING HER CLOTHES OFF (by: Panic! At the Disco)
Well Is it still me that makes you sweat?
am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
Well Then think of what you did. And I hope to God he was worth it.
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as you're fingers touch your skin.
I've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch...a better fuck
than any boy you'll ever meet. Sweetie you had me.
Girl I was it, look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
exchanging body heat in the passenger seat? no no no you know it will always just be..me
Let's get those teen hearts beating. Faster faster!
So testosterone boys and harlequin girls:will you dance to this beat- and hold a lover close?
Now I guess we're back to us, oh cameraman, swing the focus!
In case I lost my train of thought where was it that we last left off ?
lets pick up pick up
Oh now I do recall, we just were getting to the part...
Where the shock sets in, and the stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick.
Well then think of what you did. and how I hope to god he was worth it
For that I'm very sorry love... and though you may have butchered us...
I sure hope you didn't expect that you'd get all of the attention.
(besides) did you really think I'd let you kill this chorus?
***************************************
That was nice and cathartic.....
Monday, February 13, 2006
Ridiculous----Amazing----Etc....
Grey's Anatomy last night completely blew me away. Sarah already said most of what needs to be said about it, but there were two things she didn't talk about that I thought were truly awesome about last nights episode. Actually more than that, so I'll just type and see what comes out.
My thoughts are always more about the writing than anything, because I like writing (even though I'm an awful writer), and when you've watched enough television, you start to appreciate the really well done stuff. This show totally falls into that category. With sitcomes I don't care so much, as long as it's fun, but for drama, for me to sit frozen in front of the tube for an hour, it better be well written.
First off, I loved the way they brought something simple, and inconsequential completely full circle with the girls in the shower. It was so perfect because when you watched the first part of the episode right after the Super Bowl, you figured that was something just a little gratuitous to hook everyone in for the hour. Then, they brought it all the way around to when Meredith was just completely in shock, and broken, and you see the contrast, especially when you see it through the eyes of George.
Secondly, the way they built a relationship between Burke and Derek. First episode, Burke makes it so clear that he doesn't like Derek, and leaves it so simply. Then, through the course of the episode, they're stuck in this horribly impossible situation together, and if nothing else, gain a certain mutual respect from each other that you can really only get from going through a traumatic event.
Also, I thought it was interesting to see the other side of Bailey, b/c she's pretty much 99% bad-ass. At least, that's how she was always written. So seeing her so weak, giving up like that, and then seeing her snap back was awesome. Especially when she says "O'Malley, stop staring at my va-jay-jay". Priceless.
My thoughts are always more about the writing than anything, because I like writing (even though I'm an awful writer), and when you've watched enough television, you start to appreciate the really well done stuff. This show totally falls into that category. With sitcomes I don't care so much, as long as it's fun, but for drama, for me to sit frozen in front of the tube for an hour, it better be well written.
First off, I loved the way they brought something simple, and inconsequential completely full circle with the girls in the shower. It was so perfect because when you watched the first part of the episode right after the Super Bowl, you figured that was something just a little gratuitous to hook everyone in for the hour. Then, they brought it all the way around to when Meredith was just completely in shock, and broken, and you see the contrast, especially when you see it through the eyes of George.
Secondly, the way they built a relationship between Burke and Derek. First episode, Burke makes it so clear that he doesn't like Derek, and leaves it so simply. Then, through the course of the episode, they're stuck in this horribly impossible situation together, and if nothing else, gain a certain mutual respect from each other that you can really only get from going through a traumatic event.
Also, I thought it was interesting to see the other side of Bailey, b/c she's pretty much 99% bad-ass. At least, that's how she was always written. So seeing her so weak, giving up like that, and then seeing her snap back was awesome. Especially when she says "O'Malley, stop staring at my va-jay-jay". Priceless.
Let's Vote!
I meant to post this a week ago, but we still have time since the event isn't until Thursday.
Danielle, as you may remember, is putting herself up for auction all 18th century slave-trade style, except with nicer clothes. And drinks. And for chairty. So it's not like that at all.
Anyway, we were joking about a week ago that we should get a bet going on the age of the wonderful philanthropist that's going to wager hard earned bling for the chance to spend an evening with her. We'll make it easy, it's either over or under.
We decided on an age: 44. Oh, and I'll take the over. Game on.
I sorta feel bad even doing this, since Danielle is doing it for a good cause, and is clearly a better person than me. Then again, me putting myself up for auction would just lead to a very disappointed charity.
Wait. I'm over it.
Danielle, as you may remember, is putting herself up for auction all 18th century slave-trade style, except with nicer clothes. And drinks. And for chairty. So it's not like that at all.
Anyway, we were joking about a week ago that we should get a bet going on the age of the wonderful philanthropist that's going to wager hard earned bling for the chance to spend an evening with her. We'll make it easy, it's either over or under.
We decided on an age: 44. Oh, and I'll take the over. Game on.
I sorta feel bad even doing this, since Danielle is doing it for a good cause, and is clearly a better person than me. Then again, me putting myself up for auction would just lead to a very disappointed charity.
Wait. I'm over it.
Friday, February 10, 2006
I'm kind of mad at myself today. I left my Jack Johnson/Curious George Soundtrack at home, and I was truly looking forward to listening to the disc at work. I picked it up yesterday at Best Buy (whom I still hate, but they sell stuff cheap, so oh well). And yes, I bought a soundtrack from a "kids movie" But admit, you l.o.v.e.d Curious George when you were a kid, so deal.
Also, I've decided after a few listens that I really like Panic! at the Disco. They're kind of Fallout Boy-ish, which I am enjoying. And yes, I'll be 27 in a few weeks, and I'm still listening to punk-pop music, which means I may or may not need to grow the hell up.
However, I highly reccommend them, especially "Love is the Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off"
Oh, and The Office last night? Hilarious. Granted, the Dwight bobblehead doll may or may not give me drunken nightmares this weekend.
That's how slow my week has been, I haven't done crap other than watch TV, clean, and listen to CDs. And my apartment is still a mess, so watching TV won the battle apparently.
Also, I've decided after a few listens that I really like Panic! at the Disco. They're kind of Fallout Boy-ish, which I am enjoying. And yes, I'll be 27 in a few weeks, and I'm still listening to punk-pop music, which means I may or may not need to grow the hell up.
However, I highly reccommend them, especially "Love is the Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off"
Oh, and The Office last night? Hilarious. Granted, the Dwight bobblehead doll may or may not give me drunken nightmares this weekend.
That's how slow my week has been, I haven't done crap other than watch TV, clean, and listen to CDs. And my apartment is still a mess, so watching TV won the battle apparently.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
I Hearby Renounce my Home State.....
Jack Bauer Official Terrorist Kill Count: 7 (still!?!?! Throw me a bone here Fox, damn)
Jack Bauer Collateral Damage Kill Count: 2 (Security guards? Wrong place, wrong time guys)
I have to say, I wasn't especially impressed with last nights action. Okay, okay, Jack did dive blindly into a room and shoot a guy twice, while diving left, as the guy was running to his right. That's hard to do.
It's also difficult to kill yourself with your belt. Congratulations, Walt.
Still, I keep waiting for them to bring Kim back, just to see how the hell they're going to work her into the storyline.
They need to wake Tony up at some point, also. Seriously, he's going to have to shoot someone, at some point.
As far as Grey's Anatomy goes? I don't know what to say at this point. Meredith's hand is on a bomb. Bailey's husband might die. Burke just told Sheppard he doesn't like him.
My head is literaly going to esplode from all this.....
Also......
F'ing Pittsburgh.
I really, really hate that town, that team, etc.
I would comment about the Super Bowl, but I think I dropped enough F-bombs during the game to cover pretty much the rest of the year. I could sit here and rant and rave about how bad the officiating was. (I mean, really, it was awful) and how it seems that the league had a vested interest in Pittsburgh winning the game. Truthfully, I found a good article on ESPN.com by Michael Smith that says it way better than I can.
On the bright side, the first Duke/Carolina clash of the season is on tonight. I won't be missing that, let me tell you.
Jack Bauer Collateral Damage Kill Count: 2 (Security guards? Wrong place, wrong time guys)
I have to say, I wasn't especially impressed with last nights action. Okay, okay, Jack did dive blindly into a room and shoot a guy twice, while diving left, as the guy was running to his right. That's hard to do.
It's also difficult to kill yourself with your belt. Congratulations, Walt.
Still, I keep waiting for them to bring Kim back, just to see how the hell they're going to work her into the storyline.
They need to wake Tony up at some point, also. Seriously, he's going to have to shoot someone, at some point.
As far as Grey's Anatomy goes? I don't know what to say at this point. Meredith's hand is on a bomb. Bailey's husband might die. Burke just told Sheppard he doesn't like him.
My head is literaly going to esplode from all this.....
Also......
F'ing Pittsburgh.
I really, really hate that town, that team, etc.
I would comment about the Super Bowl, but I think I dropped enough F-bombs during the game to cover pretty much the rest of the year. I could sit here and rant and rave about how bad the officiating was. (I mean, really, it was awful) and how it seems that the league had a vested interest in Pittsburgh winning the game. Truthfully, I found a good article on ESPN.com by Michael Smith that says it way better than I can.
On the bright side, the first Duke/Carolina clash of the season is on tonight. I won't be missing that, let me tell you.
Tuesday, January 31, 2006
More 24......More Jack...Please....
Jack Bauer Official Terrorist Kill Count: 7 (still)
Jack Bauer Amazing Non-Muderous Beatings: 1 (give or take)
All I can say regarding last nights' 24: Wow. That show never ceases to amaze me. The strange part was, at about the 40 minute mark of the hour, Woody was like "dude nothing is happening in this episode". Then Aaron (the secret service head who is now my new favorite fringe character) sneaks Jack in to see the president and Jack subsequently beat the bejesus out of Walt. I really thought Jack was going to cut one of his eyes out. He looked friggin possessed. Amazing. I expect a pretty good sized killing spree by Jack within the next two episodes. Also, Kim should be back anytime now, which I am looking forward too, just too see what stupid stunt she might manage to pull.
Grey's Annatomy: To echo Sarah's sentiment, Izzy has a kid??? WTF? And really, what is a Code Black?
Well, I did a little research, and via ask.com, found that a code black may have something to do with a bomb or arson threat. How that factors into the episode, I don't know, but I wonder if it has something to do with the nursing strike.
I read my last post over again, and I realized that I'm a really depressing person to be around lately. Thanks to everybody that threw a comment up there in some show of support, I do appreciate that.
It's a wierd situation for me to be in, simply because I'm not angry at her, and I've managed to convince myself of the reasons she's not here right now, that I don't even think she fully understands and that she's going to sort them out over the next few months and be back. I'm also convinced that I may be delusional, and in need of some kind of drugs to balance out my brain. So it's one or the other.
Also, three days later, I'm convinced that while margaritas from Crazy Rita's are quite tasty, they are not so much good for the "making me feel sober on Sunday morning" part of my life. However, they were very good, and the crowd in there was also very good, so I think I'd like to go back sometime soon.
Everyone sold on that? Good.
Jack Bauer Amazing Non-Muderous Beatings: 1 (give or take)
All I can say regarding last nights' 24: Wow. That show never ceases to amaze me. The strange part was, at about the 40 minute mark of the hour, Woody was like "dude nothing is happening in this episode". Then Aaron (the secret service head who is now my new favorite fringe character) sneaks Jack in to see the president and Jack subsequently beat the bejesus out of Walt. I really thought Jack was going to cut one of his eyes out. He looked friggin possessed. Amazing. I expect a pretty good sized killing spree by Jack within the next two episodes. Also, Kim should be back anytime now, which I am looking forward too, just too see what stupid stunt she might manage to pull.
Grey's Annatomy: To echo Sarah's sentiment, Izzy has a kid??? WTF? And really, what is a Code Black?
Well, I did a little research, and via ask.com, found that a code black may have something to do with a bomb or arson threat. How that factors into the episode, I don't know, but I wonder if it has something to do with the nursing strike.
I read my last post over again, and I realized that I'm a really depressing person to be around lately. Thanks to everybody that threw a comment up there in some show of support, I do appreciate that.
It's a wierd situation for me to be in, simply because I'm not angry at her, and I've managed to convince myself of the reasons she's not here right now, that I don't even think she fully understands and that she's going to sort them out over the next few months and be back. I'm also convinced that I may be delusional, and in need of some kind of drugs to balance out my brain. So it's one or the other.
Also, three days later, I'm convinced that while margaritas from Crazy Rita's are quite tasty, they are not so much good for the "making me feel sober on Sunday morning" part of my life. However, they were very good, and the crowd in there was also very good, so I think I'd like to go back sometime soon.
Everyone sold on that? Good.
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Warning! This Isn't Even Close to Funny
So I kept trying to come up with something at least moderately worth posting today, but couldn't seem to shake of the Debbie Downer mode that I woke up in this morning for anything.
Maybe it's the fact that my furnace contiunes to move between not running, or running continuously, thereby leaving my apartment temperature fluctuating betwee 55 degrees and 70 degrees all night.
Maybe it's the snow. Or the cold I can feel coming on just in time for the weekend.
Maybe it's the fact that I'm desperately in need of a job that stimulates my mind and actually challenges some of the talents that I seem to be wasting as I sit here blogging about nothing whatsoever.
Maybe it's the stupid dream I had last night whereby Megan calls me, tells me that said "guy that she says she wasn't dating but is almost certainly seeing now" is no longer in the picture, that she made a mistake, and wants to fix stuff up. Better yet, it's probably waking up, realizing that if reality is the zip code I live in here in Ohio, then that dream is residing somewhere in a zip code on the moon, providing the moon actually had f'ing zip codes.
Then again, it's probably mostly that I feel sad and pathetic for not being able to just put the whole thing in the past, chalk it up as a learning experience, and get on with things. We ended things over 3 weeks ago, talked once about 2 weeks ago, and haven't had so much of a correspondance since, save for a couple of forwards she sent me a couple days after that conversation.
If anything, shouldn't letting go of the whole damn thing be easy, considering I definitely feel like I was the one who was wronged? Don't get me wrong, I made my mistakes too, but it was her call to bring someone else into the situation, and take things the direction they went. If that's what I believe, then why do I want anything to do with her?
It's like having your favorite team make the playoffs, only to blow it every year. You think this year is the one, that it will be different than all the other seasons that let you down, that the little flaws will be overshadowed by the ways that they are superior in every way, then, when you least expect it, you get completely f'ing blindsided with some kind of monumental let down. And yet, despite feeling cheated, betrayed, and completely screwed over, you keep coming back for more.
Trust me, I don't get it either. Again, I'm pathetic.
Maybe it's the fact that my furnace contiunes to move between not running, or running continuously, thereby leaving my apartment temperature fluctuating betwee 55 degrees and 70 degrees all night.
Maybe it's the snow. Or the cold I can feel coming on just in time for the weekend.
Maybe it's the fact that I'm desperately in need of a job that stimulates my mind and actually challenges some of the talents that I seem to be wasting as I sit here blogging about nothing whatsoever.
Maybe it's the stupid dream I had last night whereby Megan calls me, tells me that said "guy that she says she wasn't dating but is almost certainly seeing now" is no longer in the picture, that she made a mistake, and wants to fix stuff up. Better yet, it's probably waking up, realizing that if reality is the zip code I live in here in Ohio, then that dream is residing somewhere in a zip code on the moon, providing the moon actually had f'ing zip codes.
Then again, it's probably mostly that I feel sad and pathetic for not being able to just put the whole thing in the past, chalk it up as a learning experience, and get on with things. We ended things over 3 weeks ago, talked once about 2 weeks ago, and haven't had so much of a correspondance since, save for a couple of forwards she sent me a couple days after that conversation.
If anything, shouldn't letting go of the whole damn thing be easy, considering I definitely feel like I was the one who was wronged? Don't get me wrong, I made my mistakes too, but it was her call to bring someone else into the situation, and take things the direction they went. If that's what I believe, then why do I want anything to do with her?
It's like having your favorite team make the playoffs, only to blow it every year. You think this year is the one, that it will be different than all the other seasons that let you down, that the little flaws will be overshadowed by the ways that they are superior in every way, then, when you least expect it, you get completely f'ing blindsided with some kind of monumental let down. And yet, despite feeling cheated, betrayed, and completely screwed over, you keep coming back for more.
Trust me, I don't get it either. Again, I'm pathetic.
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
I'd Post From Home, but I can't type with Mittens on....
Jack Bauer Official Terrorist Kill Count: 7
Temperature in my apartment this morning 56 degrees.
I have to say I was a little disappointed that there was only one terrorist that bit it last night. But at least Jack stabbed the guy in the neck with a pair of surgical scissors, just to make sure it was one of the more violent kills in the history of 24.
I'd have to say it ranks right up there with the end of Season 2, when Jack grabs a guy from behind, runs up a wall and jumps off of it, snapping his neck.
The funny part is, when the guy who was sent to kill Jack came through security at CTU, Drew and I both said "Yeah, that guy is definitely not killing Jack".
Oh yeah, my furnace, still not fixed. I'm beginging to wonder if my electric bill will end up being higher than my gas bill thanks to the copious use of space heaters.
Also, I just realized my birthday is only 6 weeks away. Hello, old age. Okay, seriously I'll only be 27, but I cna retire anytime now, I get the message, work is lame. Maybe I could just marry a rich girl and live the high life for a few years......
Temperature in my apartment this morning 56 degrees.
I have to say I was a little disappointed that there was only one terrorist that bit it last night. But at least Jack stabbed the guy in the neck with a pair of surgical scissors, just to make sure it was one of the more violent kills in the history of 24.
I'd have to say it ranks right up there with the end of Season 2, when Jack grabs a guy from behind, runs up a wall and jumps off of it, snapping his neck.
The funny part is, when the guy who was sent to kill Jack came through security at CTU, Drew and I both said "Yeah, that guy is definitely not killing Jack".
Oh yeah, my furnace, still not fixed. I'm beginging to wonder if my electric bill will end up being higher than my gas bill thanks to the copious use of space heaters.
Also, I just realized my birthday is only 6 weeks away. Hello, old age. Okay, seriously I'll only be 27, but I cna retire anytime now, I get the message, work is lame. Maybe I could just marry a rich girl and live the high life for a few years......
Monday, January 23, 2006
Words Can't Describe The Joy
I don't know what to say. The Buttafuocos and Amy Fisher are going to have a televised reunion.
Please please please please tell me that Jerry Springer will be the host of this glorious event.
I promise that there will be a running diary of this, and it will be ridiculous.
Yes Virginia, there is a Santa Claus, and he has a sick sick sick sense of humor.
This is going straight to the top of "Save Until I Delete" status of my TiVo. Foreva....
Please please please please tell me that Jerry Springer will be the host of this glorious event.
I promise that there will be a running diary of this, and it will be ridiculous.
Yes Virginia, there is a Santa Claus, and he has a sick sick sick sense of humor.
This is going straight to the top of "Save Until I Delete" status of my TiVo. Foreva....
And Yet My Apartment Continues to Mock Me.....
Apparently, I should be getting the message that my apartment doesn't want me there anymore.
Yes, you heard that right, it's not my landlord, or my neighbors, or anyone that I'm having a problem with. It's the actual, physical structure trying to evict me. Now, I live in the top half of a double, and like most houses in the area, it's a bit older, but for the most part, all of the appliances are under 7 years old, the windows are newer, and it's in "relatively" good shape.
However, there have been some small....issues in the last few weeks. First, about a month ago, my shower stopped kicking out hot water. Now, this wouldn't be a big deal if I was still with Megan, for I could have just gone to her house and showered. As it was, I was stuck going over to Drew's for about, oh, 4 straight days to shower, which is a mild inconvience for him, and very annoying for me. So my landlord had a plumber come and "fix" it, which lasted all of, oh 2 weeks. Then I got a blast of cold water again one morning last week. Awesome.
Then, last week, I woke up one morning and it was 52 degrees in my apartment. Now, this would be fine if my thermostat wasn't set at 64!!! That's quite a little shock when you first get out of bed, where you've been wrapped in two blankets and buried your head inside a pile of pillows.
Oh wait, so of course, the week my furnace goes out, my landlord is OUT OF TOWN!! Awesome. Hey, at least it wasn't the dead of friggin winter. By the time Thursday night rolled around last week, my thermostat said my house was at 50 degrees, but I think that's only b/c that's as low as the little digital number goes. Thankd god for space heaters.
So my landlord has that fixed, said there was a faulty switch down in the basement. And it was working yesterday, most of the day, while I was gone. Then last night, I get home, and it's a little cold. I play with it a bit, and it kicks on, and is running when I go to bed.
Today, I wake up, and it's IN THE DAMN 50s. Again. Seriously. Couple that with the fact that I have a sore back and legs from flag football this weekend, (Yes middle age, I can hear you quietly making your way up my block, F you.) And this is not good times. I'm stiff enough as it is without having that going on.
Okay, granted the back thing may or may not be related to an unplanned headstand that I did after we failed to convert a fourth down and I was on the ground, and tried to flip over, but didn't, and I'm sure I looked at least mostly ridiculous, but you'll have that. Especially with me.
Yes, you heard that right, it's not my landlord, or my neighbors, or anyone that I'm having a problem with. It's the actual, physical structure trying to evict me. Now, I live in the top half of a double, and like most houses in the area, it's a bit older, but for the most part, all of the appliances are under 7 years old, the windows are newer, and it's in "relatively" good shape.
However, there have been some small....issues in the last few weeks. First, about a month ago, my shower stopped kicking out hot water. Now, this wouldn't be a big deal if I was still with Megan, for I could have just gone to her house and showered. As it was, I was stuck going over to Drew's for about, oh, 4 straight days to shower, which is a mild inconvience for him, and very annoying for me. So my landlord had a plumber come and "fix" it, which lasted all of, oh 2 weeks. Then I got a blast of cold water again one morning last week. Awesome.
Then, last week, I woke up one morning and it was 52 degrees in my apartment. Now, this would be fine if my thermostat wasn't set at 64!!! That's quite a little shock when you first get out of bed, where you've been wrapped in two blankets and buried your head inside a pile of pillows.
Oh wait, so of course, the week my furnace goes out, my landlord is OUT OF TOWN!! Awesome. Hey, at least it wasn't the dead of friggin winter. By the time Thursday night rolled around last week, my thermostat said my house was at 50 degrees, but I think that's only b/c that's as low as the little digital number goes. Thankd god for space heaters.
So my landlord has that fixed, said there was a faulty switch down in the basement. And it was working yesterday, most of the day, while I was gone. Then last night, I get home, and it's a little cold. I play with it a bit, and it kicks on, and is running when I go to bed.
Today, I wake up, and it's IN THE DAMN 50s. Again. Seriously. Couple that with the fact that I have a sore back and legs from flag football this weekend, (Yes middle age, I can hear you quietly making your way up my block, F you.) And this is not good times. I'm stiff enough as it is without having that going on.
Okay, granted the back thing may or may not be related to an unplanned headstand that I did after we failed to convert a fourth down and I was on the ground, and tried to flip over, but didn't, and I'm sure I looked at least mostly ridiculous, but you'll have that. Especially with me.
Wednesday, January 18, 2006
Counting, Unmotivated, and Small Handed
I must say, there's something about a snow storm that brings out the lazy in me.
Okay, that's not really fair. There's something about daylight that also brings out the lazy in me. And darkness, and television. Alright, F it, I'm generally not the most motivated of people.
Nevertheless, sitting in my office (cubicle), watching it pile up in the parking lot, knowing that my 25 minute drive home is gradually morphing into an hour and a half swerve and bitchfest, isn't great for the work ethic.
Add to that that I feel even more lazy because I've decided to take a(nother) break from school. The truth is, I don't feel as bad about this for a couple of different reasons. First off, with my employer now moving to not pay for school anymore, unless I'm willing to sign a 2 year committment to them post graduation, I'm in a position to pay for it myself or get financial aid. Secondly, I wasn't 100% sure I wanted to finish my MBA, once I got further into the process, and was thinking about switching to the Masters in PR and corporate communications. Third, going through the whole breakup and "what am I going to do with my life" questions that invariably arrise, I felt like the wise thing to do would be to give myself some time to make a better decision.
Also, I noticed that when I logged in, that I was at 150 posts. That's not too bad considering:
1) I started this thing less than a year ago
2) I went a good two to three months without posting more than one time a month (see above referrence to being lazy)
3) I'm generally boring and have little to say.....
Oh, and the small hands thing....you guys will appreciate this....
Our winter football league starts up this weekend. Now, of the three times a year we play football, winter is by far the most brutal. It's cold, you can barely run, the fields are frozen and trashed, and you can barely hang on to the ball. I didn't have this blog last year during winter football, but if I had, you would have heard me bitching up a storm about not being able to throw, mostly due to frozen hands on a frozen football that my hands are barely large enough to grip on a 70 degree day.
Well, I've remedied that. I bought a youth sized football, you know, so I can hold on to it.......
I'll give you a minute to clean up whatever liquid you just spit all over your screen.
Done? Good
Listen, the damn ball is intended to be used by youths from 14-15. Well guess what, I stopped growing (taller and or longer) at 16. Don't worry, I can still get fatter, not that kind of growing. And it's not like I was a big kid to begin with, so when I maxed out at five foot ten with hands roughly the size of an above average 7th grade girl, well you can see where I sometimes have problems gripping the ball. I'm sure the ball will still ice up, slip out of my hands, and I'll still flip out about it, don't worry, I'll come through for you......
Okay, that's not really fair. There's something about daylight that also brings out the lazy in me. And darkness, and television. Alright, F it, I'm generally not the most motivated of people.
Nevertheless, sitting in my office (cubicle), watching it pile up in the parking lot, knowing that my 25 minute drive home is gradually morphing into an hour and a half swerve and bitchfest, isn't great for the work ethic.
Add to that that I feel even more lazy because I've decided to take a(nother) break from school. The truth is, I don't feel as bad about this for a couple of different reasons. First off, with my employer now moving to not pay for school anymore, unless I'm willing to sign a 2 year committment to them post graduation, I'm in a position to pay for it myself or get financial aid. Secondly, I wasn't 100% sure I wanted to finish my MBA, once I got further into the process, and was thinking about switching to the Masters in PR and corporate communications. Third, going through the whole breakup and "what am I going to do with my life" questions that invariably arrise, I felt like the wise thing to do would be to give myself some time to make a better decision.
Also, I noticed that when I logged in, that I was at 150 posts. That's not too bad considering:
1) I started this thing less than a year ago
2) I went a good two to three months without posting more than one time a month (see above referrence to being lazy)
3) I'm generally boring and have little to say.....
Oh, and the small hands thing....you guys will appreciate this....
Our winter football league starts up this weekend. Now, of the three times a year we play football, winter is by far the most brutal. It's cold, you can barely run, the fields are frozen and trashed, and you can barely hang on to the ball. I didn't have this blog last year during winter football, but if I had, you would have heard me bitching up a storm about not being able to throw, mostly due to frozen hands on a frozen football that my hands are barely large enough to grip on a 70 degree day.
Well, I've remedied that. I bought a youth sized football, you know, so I can hold on to it.......
I'll give you a minute to clean up whatever liquid you just spit all over your screen.
Done? Good
Listen, the damn ball is intended to be used by youths from 14-15. Well guess what, I stopped growing (taller and or longer) at 16. Don't worry, I can still get fatter, not that kind of growing. And it's not like I was a big kid to begin with, so when I maxed out at five foot ten with hands roughly the size of an above average 7th grade girl, well you can see where I sometimes have problems gripping the ball. I'm sure the ball will still ice up, slip out of my hands, and I'll still flip out about it, don't worry, I'll come through for you......
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
The returns of Jack, and other miscellaneous....
Jack Bauer Terrorist Kill Count: 6 (including the guy who's bomb he exploded with his cell phone)
It's official. I have a very sustained man crush on one Jack Bauer. Holy effing crap, I don't want to ruin the 24 season permiere, figuring that there may be some people who haven't seen it, or some people waiting to watch it by way of the TiVo or otherwise. I'm also sure that there are some of you that aren't watching, and refuse to watch, and don't want to get caught up in it. Let me just say, that if you are in that group, Jack will come for you, and you will watch that show. And you will love it.
And you will tell Jack what he needs to know, it's just a question of how much you want it to hurt. (Honestly that may have been my favorite quote. Ever.)
The hard part now is going to be waiting for 7 more days for anything to happen on that show. That's going to require a lot of patience, something that I lack on every possible level.
Other notes from the weekend:
I hate the Steelers. A lot. The fact that they are still in the playoffs makes me want to superglue my hand to a hot iron.
I don't care what anyone says, I never want any part of a shot called "The Circle Jerk" again.
I'm learning, the hard way, that I just flat out can't go out drinking 2 or 3 nights in a row and expect to feel any level of healthy or well rested come the first day of a new work week.
Also, strangely enough, I thought I'd have gotten used to sleeping alone again, but there are nights where it still feels wierd. I still get all the covers to myself, and don't get yelled at for snoring, so I guess it's a trade off.
Thanks to the glory of Sirius, I've discovered Panic! At the Disco....they're worth checking out, but I'm not sure if I even like them enough to be obsessed. I need more convincing
It's official. I have a very sustained man crush on one Jack Bauer. Holy effing crap, I don't want to ruin the 24 season permiere, figuring that there may be some people who haven't seen it, or some people waiting to watch it by way of the TiVo or otherwise. I'm also sure that there are some of you that aren't watching, and refuse to watch, and don't want to get caught up in it. Let me just say, that if you are in that group, Jack will come for you, and you will watch that show. And you will love it.
And you will tell Jack what he needs to know, it's just a question of how much you want it to hurt. (Honestly that may have been my favorite quote. Ever.)
The hard part now is going to be waiting for 7 more days for anything to happen on that show. That's going to require a lot of patience, something that I lack on every possible level.
Other notes from the weekend:
I hate the Steelers. A lot. The fact that they are still in the playoffs makes me want to superglue my hand to a hot iron.
I don't care what anyone says, I never want any part of a shot called "The Circle Jerk" again.
I'm learning, the hard way, that I just flat out can't go out drinking 2 or 3 nights in a row and expect to feel any level of healthy or well rested come the first day of a new work week.
Also, strangely enough, I thought I'd have gotten used to sleeping alone again, but there are nights where it still feels wierd. I still get all the covers to myself, and don't get yelled at for snoring, so I guess it's a trade off.
Thanks to the glory of Sirius, I've discovered Panic! At the Disco....they're worth checking out, but I'm not sure if I even like them enough to be obsessed. I need more convincing
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
You Know You're Old When......
You find out that Michael J Fox is 44 years old.
This is what I get for reading articles about Boston Legal. I mean seriously, look at the picture, does the man look 44 to you?
There should be some kind of rule that the person who played Marty McFly, AND Alex P Keaton shouldn't be allowed to age past 25. And even that's pushing it.
Don't get me wrong, I'm definitely looking forward to the episodes that he's going to be in, but like he says, the Parkinson's makes it hard for him to work much, which is kind of sad in a way, b/c if you ask me, the fact that they could have a Growing Pains reunion movie, and no Family Ties movie? Garbage.
This is what I get for reading articles about Boston Legal. I mean seriously, look at the picture, does the man look 44 to you?
There should be some kind of rule that the person who played Marty McFly, AND Alex P Keaton shouldn't be allowed to age past 25. And even that's pushing it.
Don't get me wrong, I'm definitely looking forward to the episodes that he's going to be in, but like he says, the Parkinson's makes it hard for him to work much, which is kind of sad in a way, b/c if you ask me, the fact that they could have a Growing Pains reunion movie, and no Family Ties movie? Garbage.
Monday, January 09, 2006
Damnit Howard.....
I'm truly annoyed right now. Sirius online is apparently unavailable, a phenomena I can only attribute to the fact that Stern is on right now doing his first show, and that the Sirius website doesn't have enough bandwidth to support all the people who are trying to listen. Hell, I could care less if I listen to Howard now or not, I just wanted to listen to some music while I sit here at work.
Also, doesn't it figure that with all the Browns' fans rooting for them, the Bengals lose Carson Palmer, and the game? Sorry Bengals fans, we shouldn't have done that to you....
Also, doesn't it figure that with all the Browns' fans rooting for them, the Bengals lose Carson Palmer, and the game? Sorry Bengals fans, we shouldn't have done that to you....
Friday, January 06, 2006
By the way, I'm rooting for the Bengals......
I almost forgot all about this....
So the Sports Guy is picking the Bengals to beat the Steelers, and he's usually pretty dead on about this kind of thing, especially the playoffs. You can read why he thinks Cincy will win here.
I bring this up for a reason. Somebody asked me the other day "Do you hate the Steelers' more now since M was a huge Steelers' fan and she pretty much killed you?"
I had to think about that for a minute.
See, I'm a Browns fan, so obviously, I've always hated them. When I was dating her, we put a pretty good lid on our hatred for each others teams. Us getting our asses handed to us on a regular basis, well that helped her obviously.
Then I did some thinking about it, and kind of analyzed it, and realized that she really parrallels alot about the Steelers, and their fans....
1) Steelers fans are incredibly smug for a group of people who haven't accomplished anything in 25 years. For example, M was born in August of 1980, 7 months after the Steelers won their last Super Bowl. They've been back since, but played most of that game with their hands wrapped around their own necks. Let's be realistic about this, if they were a baseball team, they'd be the Atlanta Braves, and even they've won a World Series.
2) Most of them possess poor decision making skills. This again reflects the team, and the fans. Really, has anyone ever watched them against a compentant playoff opponent? They spend most of the time looking like they just came out of a coma. Did anyone watch the Ben Roethlisberger meltdown last year? They won their one game in spite of him, and then New England dismantled him. The parallel? M broke up with me for some guy who showed up for their company Christmas party looking like he was dressed for the 9th grade dance. My 9th grade dance. That was 10 years ago, if you're counting, and I swear he stole a shirt out of my closet from that era. That's like saying "Thanks for offering me this nice, clean Nissan Maxima, but the old guy down the street said I could have his rusted out 10 speed, I figure that should work just fine"
3) One word: Overrated. Really, Hines Ward? You're good, you play hard, and you even make some plays. But holding out for T.O or Randy Moss money? Guess what, you aren't even the best receiver in your own division. Let me introduce you to Chad Johnson. Oh, and Braylon will probably be passing you up in about 2 years, barring his health.
Summarily, Steelers fans overrate themselves. Here's a hint, showing up drunk off Iron City Beer, screaming racial slurs, and threatening to sexually assault female Browns fans doesn't make you the best fans in the league. It makes you drunken white trash.
So the Sports Guy is picking the Bengals to beat the Steelers, and he's usually pretty dead on about this kind of thing, especially the playoffs. You can read why he thinks Cincy will win here.
I bring this up for a reason. Somebody asked me the other day "Do you hate the Steelers' more now since M was a huge Steelers' fan and she pretty much killed you?"
I had to think about that for a minute.
See, I'm a Browns fan, so obviously, I've always hated them. When I was dating her, we put a pretty good lid on our hatred for each others teams. Us getting our asses handed to us on a regular basis, well that helped her obviously.
Then I did some thinking about it, and kind of analyzed it, and realized that she really parrallels alot about the Steelers, and their fans....
1) Steelers fans are incredibly smug for a group of people who haven't accomplished anything in 25 years. For example, M was born in August of 1980, 7 months after the Steelers won their last Super Bowl. They've been back since, but played most of that game with their hands wrapped around their own necks. Let's be realistic about this, if they were a baseball team, they'd be the Atlanta Braves, and even they've won a World Series.
2) Most of them possess poor decision making skills. This again reflects the team, and the fans. Really, has anyone ever watched them against a compentant playoff opponent? They spend most of the time looking like they just came out of a coma. Did anyone watch the Ben Roethlisberger meltdown last year? They won their one game in spite of him, and then New England dismantled him. The parallel? M broke up with me for some guy who showed up for their company Christmas party looking like he was dressed for the 9th grade dance. My 9th grade dance. That was 10 years ago, if you're counting, and I swear he stole a shirt out of my closet from that era. That's like saying "Thanks for offering me this nice, clean Nissan Maxima, but the old guy down the street said I could have his rusted out 10 speed, I figure that should work just fine"
3) One word: Overrated. Really, Hines Ward? You're good, you play hard, and you even make some plays. But holding out for T.O or Randy Moss money? Guess what, you aren't even the best receiver in your own division. Let me introduce you to Chad Johnson. Oh, and Braylon will probably be passing you up in about 2 years, barring his health.
Summarily, Steelers fans overrate themselves. Here's a hint, showing up drunk off Iron City Beer, screaming racial slurs, and threatening to sexually assault female Browns fans doesn't make you the best fans in the league. It makes you drunken white trash.
I like gadgets as much as the next guy but....
I think even I could live without this.
Seriously, that's a little to Sci-fi for me. Unless this thing can get me into the liquor store after hours, I don't want to hear about it.
Seriously, that's a little to Sci-fi for me. Unless this thing can get me into the liquor store after hours, I don't want to hear about it.
Three-Peat
Actually, I just couldn't come up with a title for this post, primarily b/c I'm, you know, not creative. I figured I should name it something 3 related, since this is the third, THE THIRD! day in a row that I've posted something. I guess angst, and moderate depression, along with a light workload, make for easier blogging.
The thing that drives me nuts is that I was out for 10 days. Ten. And somehow, I have less work to do. Half of the files I was working on just completely disappeared. I'm doing my best to try and stay busy, cross every T, dot every I, if you will, but it's pretty bad. I've played more Sudoku than I can even keep track of, which can't be a good thing.
Fortunately, I have my Sirius and ESPN radio logins, so I have something to listen to while I'm sitting around. Unfortunately Sirius's AltNation is apparently having Chirs Martin's love-child, b/c I hear Coldplay at least once every 7 songs.
Speaking of him, I heard that they were going to name their next baby Plum? What the F? was Watermelon already taken? Oh, right, they're, you know........I'll just leave that one out there for interpretation.......
I have a feeling I'll post again today when something more ridiculous strikes me, since I'm sure I'll have plenty of time.....
The thing that drives me nuts is that I was out for 10 days. Ten. And somehow, I have less work to do. Half of the files I was working on just completely disappeared. I'm doing my best to try and stay busy, cross every T, dot every I, if you will, but it's pretty bad. I've played more Sudoku than I can even keep track of, which can't be a good thing.
Fortunately, I have my Sirius and ESPN radio logins, so I have something to listen to while I'm sitting around. Unfortunately Sirius's AltNation is apparently having Chirs Martin's love-child, b/c I hear Coldplay at least once every 7 songs.
Speaking of him, I heard that they were going to name their next baby Plum? What the F? was Watermelon already taken? Oh, right, they're, you know........I'll just leave that one out there for interpretation.......
I have a feeling I'll post again today when something more ridiculous strikes me, since I'm sure I'll have plenty of time.....
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Ch-ch-changes......
So I figured, as long as I was going to start doing this on a semi-regular basis again, that it was time to revamp this bitch. You know, put some air in the tires, give it a new paint job, clean it up a little. Besides, they say when you go through a break up, you usually take a step back, make some changes, you know, adjust your life a little.
For now, I'll be dealing strictly with the superficial type stuff, like changing my blog template.
Sadly, I doubt one of those changes will be this blog becomming more interesting. I'd have to start being an interesting person in order for that to happen.
Other superficial changes in the works? TiVo.
Goodbye: The OC
Hello: The Office, and My Name is Earl.
That's better.
Also, I linkified up some new stuff down there around the bottom, so we'll see if those even work or not. Additionally, if I had you linked before, and not now, it's because I forgot to save all my other linked blogs when I changed templates. Again, I'm not smart.
One final thought for the morning. Once you reach adulthood, you know if you have a hard to pronounce last name or not. Stop getting upset when someone makes an honest effort and then butchers it. You sound like a baby.
For now, I'll be dealing strictly with the superficial type stuff, like changing my blog template.
Sadly, I doubt one of those changes will be this blog becomming more interesting. I'd have to start being an interesting person in order for that to happen.
Other superficial changes in the works? TiVo.
Goodbye: The OC
Hello: The Office, and My Name is Earl.
That's better.
Also, I linkified up some new stuff down there around the bottom, so we'll see if those even work or not. Additionally, if I had you linked before, and not now, it's because I forgot to save all my other linked blogs when I changed templates. Again, I'm not smart.
One final thought for the morning. Once you reach adulthood, you know if you have a hard to pronounce last name or not. Stop getting upset when someone makes an honest effort and then butchers it. You sound like a baby.
Wednesday, January 04, 2006
Really, Can Anyone Kick a Field Goal?
Holy crap you guys, I'm seriously exhausted today. I managed to stay awake for the entire Penn State/Florida State game last night, which may have been a mistake. What the heck was I doing up till 1 AM on a school night? Beats me. Actually, it boils down to a few things. 1) I grew up in PA, so I have a certain affinity for PSU, even though I've lived in Ohio for 8 looong years. 2) It was a really good game, close all the way through, both teams having their chances to land a knockout blow, both bouncing back up off the mat every time they got knocked down. There weren't a lot of points in the second half, but a lot of really good defensive plays. And 3) By the time PSU's kicker missed that kick at the end of regulation, it was already 12:15, I had already invested 4+ hours of my time into that game, and I wasn't about to miss the ending. However, the barrage of missed kicks was killing me. I wasn't expecting 3 friggin OTs, that's all I'm saying.
Also, I just read news that Arrested Development is getting it's 3rd season cut short, and that it's probably not going to be renewed by FOX. That makes sense. It's won like 6 Emmys and a Golden Globe, and isn't written on a third grade level. Jason Bateman (the star) said "Maybe the Bluths just aren't that relateable" Right. Well apparently America can relate to Paris Hilton and Nicole Ritchie enough to watch them whore-dumbing it up on TV for what 3, 4 years now? Thanks a lot FOX, way to drive another good show into the ground. But hey, can't wait for Skating with Celebrities. Morons.
Also, I just read news that Arrested Development is getting it's 3rd season cut short, and that it's probably not going to be renewed by FOX. That makes sense. It's won like 6 Emmys and a Golden Globe, and isn't written on a third grade level. Jason Bateman (the star) said "Maybe the Bluths just aren't that relateable" Right. Well apparently America can relate to Paris Hilton and Nicole Ritchie enough to watch them whore-dumbing it up on TV for what 3, 4 years now? Thanks a lot FOX, way to drive another good show into the ground. But hey, can't wait for Skating with Celebrities. Morons.
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
It's Been 30 Days but I've lost 130 Lbs of Disloyalty
Hey kids. No updates for a while, huh? What, no one's reading? Fine, F you guys then.
Let's do the quick and easy things first.
Got Sirius satelitte radio from the birth givers for Christmas. Promptly found a new love. It's called Jim Breuer's radio show on one of the comedy channels. If you don't appreciate Breuer, then you've never been drunk, or listened to AC/DC. Especially together.
I chalked up a solid A- in my latest grad school endeavor, thus maximizing the possibilities that I will keep finding ways to get better grades while doing less work.
As massively overrated as I believe New Years to be, (I already have enough "let's get drunk" holidays, thank you very much.) this year was good. Combine 30 of the closest, 50$ for open bar, Sarah in a sombrero, and "making a new friend" and all in all, not a bad night.
Besides, open bar means never having to say "ohmygodwhatdidIjustdo" after ordering 25 Jeagerbombs.
In referrence to the aforementioned "new friend" Some may be asking what happened to the old friend (M). Weellllllllll funny story about that. Apparently her definition of a committed relationship included the collorary "having a guy I work with that I've known for six weeks stay at my one bedroom house more than once after drinking and not mentioning it/clearing it with you, my boyfriend."
Unfortunately for her, I didn't so much agree to those terms.
She continues to hold to the belief that she didn't cheat on me. If by cheating she means she never "f'ed him on a gaming table"*, then she is telling the truth. She doesn't have a gaming table. She probably never touched him, but still, you gotta draw the line somewhere, and that was just shady. Even worse? Dudes a terrible a dresser. I met the guy once at a Christmas party her company threw, and he showed up in an wrinkled shirt with a button down collar. If that's what she wants, she can have it. I just want my Nintendo back. Seriously. If I ever find out that that guy has even touched my copy of Super Mario 3, I will literally bind them with the controllers and feed them every component of that system. That's the mature way of dealing with it, right?
Let's do the quick and easy things first.
Got Sirius satelitte radio from the birth givers for Christmas. Promptly found a new love. It's called Jim Breuer's radio show on one of the comedy channels. If you don't appreciate Breuer, then you've never been drunk, or listened to AC/DC. Especially together.
I chalked up a solid A- in my latest grad school endeavor, thus maximizing the possibilities that I will keep finding ways to get better grades while doing less work.
As massively overrated as I believe New Years to be, (I already have enough "let's get drunk" holidays, thank you very much.) this year was good. Combine 30 of the closest, 50$ for open bar, Sarah in a sombrero, and "making a new friend" and all in all, not a bad night.
Besides, open bar means never having to say "ohmygodwhatdidIjustdo" after ordering 25 Jeagerbombs.
In referrence to the aforementioned "new friend" Some may be asking what happened to the old friend (M). Weellllllllll funny story about that. Apparently her definition of a committed relationship included the collorary "having a guy I work with that I've known for six weeks stay at my one bedroom house more than once after drinking and not mentioning it/clearing it with you, my boyfriend."
Unfortunately for her, I didn't so much agree to those terms.
She continues to hold to the belief that she didn't cheat on me. If by cheating she means she never "f'ed him on a gaming table"*, then she is telling the truth. She doesn't have a gaming table. She probably never touched him, but still, you gotta draw the line somewhere, and that was just shady. Even worse? Dudes a terrible a dresser. I met the guy once at a Christmas party her company threw, and he showed up in an wrinkled shirt with a button down collar. If that's what she wants, she can have it. I just want my Nintendo back. Seriously. If I ever find out that that guy has even touched my copy of Super Mario 3, I will literally bind them with the controllers and feed them every component of that system. That's the mature way of dealing with it, right?
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