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| Thursday, March 27th, 2008 | | 9:53 pm |
Crikey, mate. I'm a fuggin' genius. We're going to take this story all ( Hollywood flashback style. )That being said, my car has been revived, and smells a bit like the sod it's rested in for the past six months. It has all the problems it had before (plus the smell...) but dammit I can drive again, so there. | | Wednesday, February 27th, 2008 | | 6:58 pm |
| | Tuesday, February 26th, 2008 | | 10:50 pm |
I really really hope I don't start posting self-effacing poetry here
So apparently I last updated four weeks ago. I need to make more stuff happen to me that I want y'all to hear about. In the meantime, here are some (arguably) poetic ditties I wrote whilst at a store meeting, the focus of which I am required to hold confidential, except that it has to do with making Starbucks more money. Schultzy's pouring his heart out (like honey from a spoon?) Fifteen to nineteen second sentiments "Everything Espresso" is an exhausting alliterative -- Metro racks are squat and stoic Syrup bottles mill and mingle: A two-floor cocktail party. The basement full of foreign stimulants High-rises taken seriously, glances show Industrial gridwork below spreads generic Flecks of light cut by grouted streets A back room metaphor for a life I've never had | | Sunday, January 27th, 2008 | | 8:58 pm |
So, wait, I don't get it. New episodes of everything, but I can't find anything about the Writers' Guild strike wrapping up. Are they still striking? Did they strike a deal? Did David Shore scab (I hope not, but new House episodes are tempting...)? Does anyone know?? WHAT IS GOING ON!?!? | | Friday, November 30th, 2007 | | 9:18 pm |
You should have seen it coming!
It's: The House Drinking game! The best part is that it employs direct democracy. Anyone can present a rule, and if the majority of drinkers like it, it applies. Some of the most effective: 1. If the patient siezes, everyone drinks. 2. Every time the word "ethics" is used, everyone drinks. 3. If House makes an un-PC joke, those with right to offense have to drink 4. If any doctor suggests lupus, the last drinker to say "it's not lupus!" has to drink 5. Whoever can cite a british literature reference made by house chooses who drinks. | | Wednesday, November 7th, 2007 | | 3:24 pm |
I only know a cellist and this was freakin' hilarious
And (unrelated) a question: If you could have a tattoo, what would it be and where? And for how many people would the answer be "if I knew, then I'd already have a tattoo"? For the record, I'd have "rebuttal" on my nuckles | | Saturday, October 27th, 2007 | | 11:59 pm |
Looong overdue "where is he now" update
Okay. I am good enough to spontaneously divide remarks relevant to this post into three broad categories. For those of you who like to know what you're getting into, this post will be written in the style of "If I could justify putting this into one huge run-on sentence without crucifying my sense of grammar then I would." CATEGORY THE FIRST! Education Most of you know I'm taking a sabbatical from school, and I think I've told enough people that I'm sick of sitting around in limbo waiting for something to convince me that this past year hasn't been wasted time. I'm going to make a quantum leap and conclude that my awareness of a lack of epiphone is a sign that I've learned what I set out to learn, which is something along the lines of "it's a lot harder to educate yourself outside of school." The other lessons I've learned are, I"m sure, too profound to be conscious of. In celebration (cerebration?) of these discoveries, I've decided to go back to one of two schools. I'm not releasing the choices yet, because surprise is just so darned yummy. CATEGORY THE SECOND! Housing I've lived for the past eight months without furniture, basically just surrounding my mattress with everything I own. It makes for a dusty sort of existence and makes it very hazardous to drunk-stumble to one's bed without breaking something or knocking over some forsaken bottle of root beer on work clothes. It also resulted in a spot of corroded floor finish: the result of a small clump of Axe dry deoderant smothered onto the bare hardwood floor. I'm hoping that when I inevitably move out my landlord doesn't look to closely. But! I've FINALLY bought a pair of storage devices; the low dresser is perfect for all my clothes and plug-inables, and the armoire works for everything else. I'm planning an excursion to get either a couple of beanbag chairs for entertaining company or maybe one of those giant beanbag rectangle couch thingies. I'm moving up! CATEGORY THE LAST! People Skills I've discovered that I tend only to reach out to people when I'm fairly certian they expect me to. Sometimes that doesn't even mean I want to reach out... But no. That's really just another reason not to reach out. But this tendency makes a lot of sense in light of how many friends I've made, how many dates I've had EVER, how many people count me as one of the five they'd bring along to a deserted island (don't get me wrong: those I've already got are almost enough for me to call it a win). But still, it's one of the things I wanted to patch up whilst away from school but never got around to working on. In fact, it looks like school provides more opportunities to socially reach out to people than everyday life (read: Starbucks drivethrough) does. Is the grass greener in school? (Actually, it is, because all the bio-chem majors know how to grow it really well.) I don't know. Maybe everyone is just looking at each other in turns, waiting for an opening but not realizing that when someone looks away from you they have to have been looking at you first. | | Thursday, October 11th, 2007 | | 2:51 pm |
| | Sunday, August 26th, 2007 | | 4:57 am |
whee, birthday!
so, turning 21 puts things in perspective. for one thing, did you know you could buy a two-liter bottle of sake for less money than a case of beer? did you know that very little warm sake (disgusting, btw. you can see why people are impressed when you order it) can get you buzzed enough to try and post to your blog via a wii console? did you-- ooh, shiny! | | Saturday, August 4th, 2007 | | 2:52 pm |
People will go to extraordinary lengths to remain ignorant to opportunity cost. It pervades every facet of the decision-making process: you don't confront the kid who overcharges for your coffee because you might encounter a deficit of reputation, or you watch Man Band over CSI because you'd rather be cynical than intellectually stimulated that night. What seems to slip past people to an even deeper degree is the tendency to release the weighing of opportunity costs to some incarnation of Providence, asking for signs or indications. For example, if you're considering moving closer in to town and you decide that the successful application to a new job in town will tell you that moving would be a good idea, when really you're telling yourself that the additional time it would take to commute would not really be worth the benefits of living somewhere else. Or, slightly more compelling: if some ass in a Dodge Magnum (they should just call it the Penismobile and get it freakin' over with) commits a hit-and-run on your car, you could say that the fact that it was it is a sign that it's a bad neighborhood and should be well rid of. You could also say that the idiot who does a hit-and-run in a conspicuous car with custom plates (IRSEXY must have something akin to an angry inch) and who is going to pay for all the car repairs you can think of -- that is, all the repairs you can convince a mechanic to say were caused by the accident -- is like the universe paying you to stay put. Most people are going to see either one or the other based on the decision they've subconsciously made and call their revelation a sign. Current Music: Buffy the Vampire Slayer | | Wednesday, August 1st, 2007 | | 1:24 pm |
| | Thursday, July 19th, 2007 | | 3:26 pm |
| | Tuesday, July 10th, 2007 | | 6:54 pm |
Exit Fiona
Terrible, terrible news. Fiona died on the operating table today. I nearly cried when the surgeon told me I'd killed her. Maybe it was because the "operating table" was really an overturned laundry basket covered in someone elses towel. Maybe I was too ambitious with my quest to make her better than she ever thought she could be. Did I really need to triple her hard drive space? (Yes.) Was that extra stick of RAM really necessary?? (Yes.) She's a corpse now. ( See!? )But there is good news! I'd like you all to meet Samantha (I know, I did this with Fiona too...) who will never really replace Fiona, which is why I didn't just pretend that Samantha is Fiona and skip this frankly ludicrus charáde, but who is still pretty sexy and all glossy-screened. I will miss things like "hjey gujjys!" and the fact that if you left fiona out for twenty minutes then her battery would die and destroy anything you were working on at the time. I'll miss her, unless her parts sell good on eBay. | | Saturday, June 2nd, 2007 | | 12:48 am |
| | Friday, May 4th, 2007 | | 9:42 am |
Happiness is...
The Bell Jar and Five for Fighting, with Whose Line on the way. Current Music: Five for Fighting - The Battle for Everything | | Monday, April 9th, 2007 | | 10:50 am |
 Current Music: The Proclaimers - Sunshine on Leith | | Thursday, April 5th, 2007 | | 8:44 pm |
Not ill, nor in Japan...
...Just to mix things up. Watch me be concise: In front of a customer, I told my boss he was wrong and was promptly fired. For the record, he was wrong. For six business days, I schlepped tires from way too far east to way too far west in a van where the best thing to listen to was Dr Laura ("That's 1-800-D-R-L-A-U-R-A... David! Welcome to the program." "Hi, Dr Laura. I'm calling because I've been listening to you shell out bad advice and am about to use your book as ingredients to fashion a pipe bomb and blow your studio to Kingdom Come"). I quit after havng recurring dreams of falling onto a pile of tires which, because they were not the size I was looking for, failed to cushion my fall into the asphalted floor of the warehouse. Between Craigslisting for jobs and convincing myself that I'd find rent money somewhere, I picked up Final Fantasy XII and finally figured out how to work the camera angle. It took me ten hours longer and several Monty Python moments ("Run away!") involving a surprisingly malicious floating eye, but I caught up to Ben. I can now say "Le chat et noir" and understand that I'm saying something pointless. I have already forgotten the word for hair. Finally, I found a new job just south of the Pearl, which means I have an excuse to visit Voodoo Doughnut whenever the mood strikes me. Current Music: Calogero - Pomme C | | Sunday, March 25th, 2007 | | 2:34 pm |
| | Sunday, March 18th, 2007 | | 6:21 pm |
Satire, and a dilemma
Satire!A dilemma: For April Fool's day, I've decided to play a wee prank on the coffee shop where I work. My dilemma isn't what I'm going to do, but how exactly I'm going to do it. Basically, I'm goin to replace every song on the computer we use to play music with Yellow Submarine and Oops!... I Did It Again." But is that really how I want to go about it? Would it be more annoying to just have one of these songs or would the horror of being relieved that Britney Spears was playing instead of the Beatles be enough? Is there or are there a song or songs that I'm neglecting, should I choose to have more that one song? You see my problem. | | Thursday, March 15th, 2007 | | 6:18 pm |
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