So you know how I say I look forward to fall b/c of football season, and things like that?
Well, when I wake up an it's 64 degrees in my aparment, I realize I'm full of shit.
So here's the thing. You'd think with the abundance of free time I have, I'd be writing more often. You know, except not.
Problem is, other than some studying, a break to go for a bike ride, another one to maybe play a few video games, and the occassional errands, I don't so much DO anything. Having a ton of free time during the day when you're an undergrad? Pretty cool. Same thing at 27 when everyone else has a real job? Not as much. And yes, I know that I have plenty going on taking my last four classes, and that I'm "accomplishing" something, but still, being home everyday when the mail comes? If this is what my mother felt like when I was growing up, I'm surprised she didn't go insane.
Thursday, September 21, 2006
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Wins, Losses, and getting Drunk Somewhere in Between
After a little harrassing, some sleeping in, and a crap load of reading, it came to my attention that I'm not updating much, AGAIN. I get it.....
So, this is going to be a quick little rundown post, and I'll try to do better going forward.
Last weekend was pretty much completely out of hand. Drew and Diane had their "housewarming" party on Friday. This was basically code for "we haven't had everyone over here to get drunk since we moved in, so lets do it."
Either way, I can walk there and back, so I'm fine with it. Plus there were door prizes. I won a bottle of wine, that I'm sure I'll drink at some point. (Really, I'm sure it's good, I just don't drink wine all that often)
Saturday, we won our first football game of the season 28-24. We actually looked relatively competent. We'll see how long it lasts.
Saturday night we went to the Fox and Hound to watch the Buckeyes beat up on Texas. That was decent, except I was exhausted from Friday, knew I had to get up early on Sunday, and it was, oh, in Parma. Parma is two things. 1) Far from my house and 2) Quite densely populated with white-trash idiots.
Sunday was Browns tailgate at 7 am. Well, roughly 7 am. Some people slowed us down a bit, which worked out okay. One annoying thing about all this though. We parked in the Municipal Parking lot, which is where a lot of the fans park that like to tailgate early. Now, it's a huge lot, and people typically save a spot or two for friends who are coming later. That's something that we had to do. Small problem. They CLOSED the lot at 8:15 am, when there were still a lot of spots open! Made no sense. All they did was cost themselves money. SO dumb. So, people had to haul stuff around that they had no intention of hauling around. It was classy, really. City of Cleveland, A+ as always
So, this is going to be a quick little rundown post, and I'll try to do better going forward.
Last weekend was pretty much completely out of hand. Drew and Diane had their "housewarming" party on Friday. This was basically code for "we haven't had everyone over here to get drunk since we moved in, so lets do it."
Either way, I can walk there and back, so I'm fine with it. Plus there were door prizes. I won a bottle of wine, that I'm sure I'll drink at some point. (Really, I'm sure it's good, I just don't drink wine all that often)
Saturday, we won our first football game of the season 28-24. We actually looked relatively competent. We'll see how long it lasts.
Saturday night we went to the Fox and Hound to watch the Buckeyes beat up on Texas. That was decent, except I was exhausted from Friday, knew I had to get up early on Sunday, and it was, oh, in Parma. Parma is two things. 1) Far from my house and 2) Quite densely populated with white-trash idiots.
Sunday was Browns tailgate at 7 am. Well, roughly 7 am. Some people slowed us down a bit, which worked out okay. One annoying thing about all this though. We parked in the Municipal Parking lot, which is where a lot of the fans park that like to tailgate early. Now, it's a huge lot, and people typically save a spot or two for friends who are coming later. That's something that we had to do. Small problem. They CLOSED the lot at 8:15 am, when there were still a lot of spots open! Made no sense. All they did was cost themselves money. SO dumb. So, people had to haul stuff around that they had no intention of hauling around. It was classy, really. City of Cleveland, A+ as always
Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Tailgaiting
So, on my last post, there was a comment that asked "What is tailgating?" I didn't feel like I could give a good answer just in another comment, and I really can't fathom reading anymore about monopolies and perfect competition, and demand elasticity, so I figure I owe it to our friends abroad to try and explain it. I like lists, so that's how it's going to work.
Location: Tailgating typically takes place a large parking lot within walking distance of the stadium that you are going to, or in the case of a lot of colleges, in a large grassy area where cars can be parked. This allows you to interact with friends, other fans of your team, and to viciously heckle/verbally assault fans of the team you are playing that day. Cursing and slurs about the sexuality of your oppenents is encouraged.
What to wear: Dress for the occassion. This is NOT a black tie event. If you wear khakis, you will be beaten. If you wear a collared shirt, unless it's a polo with the team logo, you will be mocked. Jerseys, jeans (shorts if it's warm) Tennis shoes, hats; these are what you should expect to show up dressed in.
Transportation: The average person just brings their car, puts a few friends in it to save on the parking fee, and parks in the lot. The hardcore (ie: moderately insane) drive assorted types of vehicles, which are ideal for drawing attention to oneself, and carrying a lot of stuff. At Browns games, you'll see a few RV's, some old converted school buses, and even a hearse or a limo as well. Of course, these are old and run down, and have been painted in home team colors.
What to bring: You'll need a grill. Those little portable propane ones are ideal if you are just taking a car, otherwise, go big. If you have a big truck, and want to strap something larger to the back of it, feel free. Also, in some cases, you might want to buy one of those portable camping toilets with you. Trust me, it comes in handy when the nearest portable provided by the city is far away from your parking spot. Oh, also, bring a football, and some sort of yard game like cornhole or Texas horseshoes to play, b/c you're going to be there for a few hours, and what are you going to do? Stand around and talk? I don't think so.
Food and Beverage: Meat. Lots of meat. Burgers, ribs, sausages, steaks....you get the idea. Tailgaters don't so much like vegetables and fruits. Fruits might be okay if they've been sliced and soaked overnight in alcohol, but that's about it. Vegetables? Unless it's cut up and on a skewer between a couple pieces of chicken or steak, no one wants to see those either. Oh, and you'll need beer. Plenty of beer. Because going to a game sober is like, I don't know, going on a date sober. It's just not as much fun. If you are adventerous, you can bring some hard liqour as well, but that's really being aggressive.
So there you go, a brief guide to tailgating. Hope that helps folks!
Location: Tailgating typically takes place a large parking lot within walking distance of the stadium that you are going to, or in the case of a lot of colleges, in a large grassy area where cars can be parked. This allows you to interact with friends, other fans of your team, and to viciously heckle/verbally assault fans of the team you are playing that day. Cursing and slurs about the sexuality of your oppenents is encouraged.
What to wear: Dress for the occassion. This is NOT a black tie event. If you wear khakis, you will be beaten. If you wear a collared shirt, unless it's a polo with the team logo, you will be mocked. Jerseys, jeans (shorts if it's warm) Tennis shoes, hats; these are what you should expect to show up dressed in.
Transportation: The average person just brings their car, puts a few friends in it to save on the parking fee, and parks in the lot. The hardcore (ie: moderately insane) drive assorted types of vehicles, which are ideal for drawing attention to oneself, and carrying a lot of stuff. At Browns games, you'll see a few RV's, some old converted school buses, and even a hearse or a limo as well. Of course, these are old and run down, and have been painted in home team colors.
What to bring: You'll need a grill. Those little portable propane ones are ideal if you are just taking a car, otherwise, go big. If you have a big truck, and want to strap something larger to the back of it, feel free. Also, in some cases, you might want to buy one of those portable camping toilets with you. Trust me, it comes in handy when the nearest portable provided by the city is far away from your parking spot. Oh, also, bring a football, and some sort of yard game like cornhole or Texas horseshoes to play, b/c you're going to be there for a few hours, and what are you going to do? Stand around and talk? I don't think so.
Food and Beverage: Meat. Lots of meat. Burgers, ribs, sausages, steaks....you get the idea. Tailgaters don't so much like vegetables and fruits. Fruits might be okay if they've been sliced and soaked overnight in alcohol, but that's about it. Vegetables? Unless it's cut up and on a skewer between a couple pieces of chicken or steak, no one wants to see those either. Oh, and you'll need beer. Plenty of beer. Because going to a game sober is like, I don't know, going on a date sober. It's just not as much fun. If you are adventerous, you can bring some hard liqour as well, but that's really being aggressive.
So there you go, a brief guide to tailgating. Hope that helps folks!
Monday, August 21, 2006
Under Pressure
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.
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.
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.
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