Feeling Lame
Feeling rather lame tonight. Halloween was a bit of a bust around here, we didn't have a single trick or treater, and it got cold out so we said forget it and came inside. Tomorrow is November. Do you feel like every year they start putting out the Christmas stuff earlier? Christmas decorations have been on sale in town for at least two weeks now.
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Friday, October 28, 2005
This is the post where I get all high and mighty about Halloween
I feel like kids are totally lame when it comes to Halloween nowadays. For instance, back in my day, if we wanted to be a witch, we went to the store, we picked out a cape, and a hat, and we stole a broom from home, etc., etc. and we did face makeup and all of that. And then, if it was cold, which it always was, your parents made you wear a black jogging suit under your cape, which totally cramped your witch vibe. But that's cool.
Obviously, you have to buy some stuff from the store, but not a prepackaged, already put together all-in-one costume. Today, if kids want to be Bob the Builder, they go to the store and pick up the package that says "Contains 1 Bob the Builder" costume. But it's not even REAL CLOTHES. It's this little synthetic fabric onesie thing that you step into and it's got a picture of Bob the Builder's clothes printed on it, and you tie it up in the back and BAM! you're Bob the Builder.
WHERE IS YOUR IMAGINATION, CHILDREN??
If you want to be Bob the Builder, go get some overalls and a checkered shirt, get a hammer and hang it from your belt and get a hard hat. NOW you're Bob the Builder. None of this pansy onepiece no creativity nonsense. Where is the effort??
Listen, kids, you're on notice. Halloween is a priviledge, not a right. If you're going to continue to be lame and not put any effort into Halloween, my generation is going to take it back and give it to the generation after you. Don't make me do it.
I feel like kids are totally lame when it comes to Halloween nowadays. For instance, back in my day, if we wanted to be a witch, we went to the store, we picked out a cape, and a hat, and we stole a broom from home, etc., etc. and we did face makeup and all of that. And then, if it was cold, which it always was, your parents made you wear a black jogging suit under your cape, which totally cramped your witch vibe. But that's cool.
Obviously, you have to buy some stuff from the store, but not a prepackaged, already put together all-in-one costume. Today, if kids want to be Bob the Builder, they go to the store and pick up the package that says "Contains 1 Bob the Builder" costume. But it's not even REAL CLOTHES. It's this little synthetic fabric onesie thing that you step into and it's got a picture of Bob the Builder's clothes printed on it, and you tie it up in the back and BAM! you're Bob the Builder.
WHERE IS YOUR IMAGINATION, CHILDREN??
If you want to be Bob the Builder, go get some overalls and a checkered shirt, get a hammer and hang it from your belt and get a hard hat. NOW you're Bob the Builder. None of this pansy onepiece no creativity nonsense. Where is the effort??
Listen, kids, you're on notice. Halloween is a priviledge, not a right. If you're going to continue to be lame and not put any effort into Halloween, my generation is going to take it back and give it to the generation after you. Don't make me do it.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Do you remember in elementary school when you'd bring a juice box for lunch, and then you'd lose the straw that was attached ot the front? And then it was really hard to drink, because the school's straws were too big, so you'd have to poke a hole through the foil with your finger and try and suck the juice out. Unless you had a CapriSun, and then you were just screwed. My favorite kind of juice box was Hi-C Double Berry, but we didn't usually get that kind. I think it's because my mom didn't love me.
Also, my school had AWESOME no bake cookies for 15 cents.
Also, my school had AWESOME no bake cookies for 15 cents.
I think it might officially be winter. It's 47 degrees here. I've brought out the mittens and hats, and pretty soon it'll be time for the new winter coat I bought a while back.
Thing I didn't think of when moving: Living on the sixth floor was hot as hell. But that was free heat. Living in the basement, I'm wearing gloves while I'm typing. But I'm afraid to turn on our heat, because our energy bill will probably be $2000 dollars if I do.
Bring on the cold...
Thing I didn't think of when moving: Living on the sixth floor was hot as hell. But that was free heat. Living in the basement, I'm wearing gloves while I'm typing. But I'm afraid to turn on our heat, because our energy bill will probably be $2000 dollars if I do.
Bring on the cold...
Monday, October 24, 2005
Googling
Sometimes, I like to google people I used to know to see what happened to them. So, I'm sitting around googling people, and usually you don't get much besides races they ran or stuff like that, but the other day I hit the jackpot. I found this girl's blog that I went to high school with. And she had links on hers to a bunch of other people that went to my high school too. Yes, I'm nosy. One of them is in the Peace Corp in Eastern Europe and another is building planes for one of those large plane making companies I can't think of and one is a computer programmer. I have to say though, it's more fun when you don't find people from high school who are more prosperous then you.
Sometimes, I like to google people I used to know to see what happened to them. So, I'm sitting around googling people, and usually you don't get much besides races they ran or stuff like that, but the other day I hit the jackpot. I found this girl's blog that I went to high school with. And she had links on hers to a bunch of other people that went to my high school too. Yes, I'm nosy. One of them is in the Peace Corp in Eastern Europe and another is building planes for one of those large plane making companies I can't think of and one is a computer programmer. I have to say though, it's more fun when you don't find people from high school who are more prosperous then you.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Wu are you?
So last night, Rob, Alex, Sarah, and I looked up our Wu Names. I can't remember mine, Alex was "Hidden Ninja", and Sarah was something like "Proud Bear" (I can't remember exactly). Kind of normal names, right? Guess what Rob gets? Rob gets "Insane Freak". How hilarious is that. Here's a better site than the one we went to last night.
I took a few minutes to look up my family's Wu-Names, so that we can get used to calling each other them..
Dad- you're "Optimistic Lyricist"
Erin- You're "Sheepish Lord of Chaos"
Danny- You're "My Cousin the Wife-Beatah"
probably the best is my mom, who's Wu-Name is "Budget Nudist". Hmm..
Curtis is "Officer Stinkah"
and Sierra is "Slumbering Pierrot"
So, this is a totally different "Wu-Name Generator" than the one we used last night. Guess what Rob's name is? Flailing Fanatical Killah. Anyone feel like the World of Wu is trying to warn me about Rob?
So last night, Rob, Alex, Sarah, and I looked up our Wu Names. I can't remember mine, Alex was "Hidden Ninja", and Sarah was something like "Proud Bear" (I can't remember exactly). Kind of normal names, right? Guess what Rob gets? Rob gets "Insane Freak". How hilarious is that. Here's a better site than the one we went to last night.
I took a few minutes to look up my family's Wu-Names, so that we can get used to calling each other them..
Dad- you're "Optimistic Lyricist"
Erin- You're "Sheepish Lord of Chaos"
Danny- You're "My Cousin the Wife-Beatah"
probably the best is my mom, who's Wu-Name is "Budget Nudist". Hmm..
Curtis is "Officer Stinkah"
and Sierra is "Slumbering Pierrot"
So, this is a totally different "Wu-Name Generator" than the one we used last night. Guess what Rob's name is? Flailing Fanatical Killah. Anyone feel like the World of Wu is trying to warn me about Rob?
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Dancin', Dancin', DANCIN'!!!
I worked again tonight, keeping an eye on the Art Space again (much more normal this time). I'm sitting in the hall outside though, because there's no where else to sit and this kid that works there comes out. He's really nice, but.. kind of odd. He was the brains behind the umbilical party. And his name is Levon, which is apparently "La-VON", and not "Leven", like I think it should be. He may have made it up. But that's not the point.
He starts talking to me, and it's the most normal conversation I've ever had with him, he's asking me about my grad program and where I'm from, and he starts talking about once when he was in Detroit, etc., etc. Pleasant and all, right? Except the entire time he's talking to me, he can't stop moving. Not shifting one foot to the other. He's dancing. Doing little twirls and jumps and jazz hands. This is not a lie. At one point in time, mid sentence, he does a cartwheel, his legs hit the wall and he falls.
But,he's not kidding, he's dead serious, and so I have to keep a straight face the whole time and talk about the Renissance Center in Detroit while he's busting into some serious moves.
At the start, he was doing these wierd hand things, and I actually thought he was doing sign language. I'm thinking, "Oh, he's an interpreter or something". But then he does the half splits and I know what I'm dealing with here.
Please ask me to demonstrate, I can't do justice to the wierdness of this situation in a blog.
I worked again tonight, keeping an eye on the Art Space again (much more normal this time). I'm sitting in the hall outside though, because there's no where else to sit and this kid that works there comes out. He's really nice, but.. kind of odd. He was the brains behind the umbilical party. And his name is Levon, which is apparently "La-VON", and not "Leven", like I think it should be. He may have made it up. But that's not the point.
He starts talking to me, and it's the most normal conversation I've ever had with him, he's asking me about my grad program and where I'm from, and he starts talking about once when he was in Detroit, etc., etc. Pleasant and all, right? Except the entire time he's talking to me, he can't stop moving. Not shifting one foot to the other. He's dancing. Doing little twirls and jumps and jazz hands. This is not a lie. At one point in time, mid sentence, he does a cartwheel, his legs hit the wall and he falls.
But,he's not kidding, he's dead serious, and so I have to keep a straight face the whole time and talk about the Renissance Center in Detroit while he's busting into some serious moves.
At the start, he was doing these wierd hand things, and I actually thought he was doing sign language. I'm thinking, "Oh, he's an interpreter or something". But then he does the half splits and I know what I'm dealing with here.
Please ask me to demonstrate, I can't do justice to the wierdness of this situation in a blog.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
Monday, October 17, 2005
Yesterday, I bought more candy for my office and I brought it in today. The other GA was there today. I ask you, how many pieces of candy do you think she ate, in the short hour and a half I was there? Yes, I was counting. 7. Seven pieces of candy in under 2 hours. There were about five pieces left when I left. It's big candy! It's the mini candy bars!
You of the candy eating! Enough!
Here is the big bag full of fun things I did today. Dishes, payroll, renewed Rob's license plates, sent out electric and cable bills, called my bank, hid the rest of my candy in a desk. If only everyone's Mondays could be so great.
You of the candy eating! Enough!
Here is the big bag full of fun things I did today. Dishes, payroll, renewed Rob's license plates, sent out electric and cable bills, called my bank, hid the rest of my candy in a desk. If only everyone's Mondays could be so great.
Saturday, October 15, 2005
Friday, October 14, 2005
Power to the People
I got on the avatar site and it turns out they do have a suggestion form you can fill out. Here's the letter I sent them
Hi. I really love the avatars. But, I need A LOT more clothing options for them, as well as some other accesories. For instance, I live in NY and it has been raining here for a solid week now. But my avatar doesn't have an umbrella OR a raincoat. How can I accurately portray my life without these simple essentials? Also- I need more workout clothes (a sweatshirt, perhaps) and some new backgrounds. Also- for the female avatars, all the outfits where they're wearing slick business jackets, they're crossing their arms or holding one arm with the other. This makes them look flighty. How about some confident business women outfits? Also, more pajamas. The one pair they have is less than adorable.
Thanks,
Laura
Oh yeah. I'll be singing in the rain with my new umbrella in no time...
I got on the avatar site and it turns out they do have a suggestion form you can fill out. Here's the letter I sent them
Hi. I really love the avatars. But, I need A LOT more clothing options for them, as well as some other accesories. For instance, I live in NY and it has been raining here for a solid week now. But my avatar doesn't have an umbrella OR a raincoat. How can I accurately portray my life without these simple essentials? Also- I need more workout clothes (a sweatshirt, perhaps) and some new backgrounds. Also- for the female avatars, all the outfits where they're wearing slick business jackets, they're crossing their arms or holding one arm with the other. This makes them look flighty. How about some confident business women outfits? Also, more pajamas. The one pair they have is less than adorable.
Thanks,
Laura
Oh yeah. I'll be singing in the rain with my new umbrella in no time...
Yeah, I like to exaggerate. But, when I say to you "It's been raining for a week" that is totally and completely true. The rain started last Saturday and hasn't stopped since. Tomorrow is supposed to be the last day and Saturday is supposed to be beautiful, sunny and in the 70's. If I don't float away before then, it will be really, really sweet.
P.S. My avatar doesn't have a raincoat OR an umbrella. If I worked for Yahoo making clothes for these things, I would have been all over that a LONG time ago...
P.S. My avatar doesn't have a raincoat OR an umbrella. If I worked for Yahoo making clothes for these things, I would have been all over that a LONG time ago...
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Monday, October 10, 2005
I just drove all over the place looking for a replacement USB cable for my MP3 player. The Geek Squad guy told me I had the right one and so I bought it and took it out of the package and it is most certainly NOT the right one. You failed me, Geek Squad.
Today in the coffee shop the U2 song "One" comes on. Except U2 isn't singing it. Who redoes "One"? There are certain songs that shouldn't be redone. "One" is one of them.
For future reference, here are a few others that should never be redone-
"Hotel California"
"American Pie" (I stand by that, Madonna)
That's all I can think of right now. I'm in a bad mood. I want my MP3 cable.
Today in the coffee shop the U2 song "One" comes on. Except U2 isn't singing it. Who redoes "One"? There are certain songs that shouldn't be redone. "One" is one of them.
For future reference, here are a few others that should never be redone-
"Hotel California"
"American Pie" (I stand by that, Madonna)
That's all I can think of right now. I'm in a bad mood. I want my MP3 cable.
Friday, October 07, 2005
1. After some serious thought, I'm pretty sure I can say that my 24 year old self would make a lot of fun of my 20 year old self, if they ever met. (This is entirely possible thanks to a little gem of American cinema called Back to the Future..)
2. Both Erin and I hate having our personal space invaded and hearing people chew loudly. Further proof that we are twins, seperated at birth.
Avatar says: "Oh, hi Phil. What? Oh, I'm here for the party. Yeah, I thought you could use someone to accompany that musician. And when we're done here, I thought maybe we could mosey on over to my house and you could FIX MY FRICKING STOVE!"
2. Both Erin and I hate having our personal space invaded and hearing people chew loudly. Further proof that we are twins, seperated at birth.
Avatar says: "Oh, hi Phil. What? Oh, I'm here for the party. Yeah, I thought you could use someone to accompany that musician. And when we're done here, I thought maybe we could mosey on over to my house and you could FIX MY FRICKING STOVE!"
Karma, My Friend, Is Going to Come Back Around...
Today I'm reading the Daily Email that SLC sends out every morning and there's an ad in there for an Irish musician it says "Looking for the Irish musician who was playing at the Spinning Wheel a few weeks back. I'd like you to come play at a party. Call Phil Whathisname at 555-555-6789."
I'm like Phil Whathisname, Phil Whathisname, why does that name sound familiar? Oh yeah, that's my landlord. Oh yeah, that's my landlord who I called a WEEK ago to tell that our stove is broken and our energy bill is all out of wack and who hasn't called me back yet, despite the reminder note I sent him three days ago through the mail.
Cool, Phil. Nice to know you have time to plan parties but not to call me back. Have your little party. Laugh it up with your friends while I'm cooking dinner in the microwave. Ass.
Today I'm reading the Daily Email that SLC sends out every morning and there's an ad in there for an Irish musician it says "Looking for the Irish musician who was playing at the Spinning Wheel a few weeks back. I'd like you to come play at a party. Call Phil Whathisname at 555-555-6789."
I'm like Phil Whathisname, Phil Whathisname, why does that name sound familiar? Oh yeah, that's my landlord. Oh yeah, that's my landlord who I called a WEEK ago to tell that our stove is broken and our energy bill is all out of wack and who hasn't called me back yet, despite the reminder note I sent him three days ago through the mail.
Cool, Phil. Nice to know you have time to plan parties but not to call me back. Have your little party. Laugh it up with your friends while I'm cooking dinner in the microwave. Ass.
Thursday, October 06, 2005
No more miss nice girl...
So. There's this little hidden back area of the library that's supposed to be superduperquietstudy area, with little desks with lamps and whatnot. I'm the only person in there and I'm trying to write. And then this girl comes in. In between the desk in front of me and mine there's a regular chair. Where do you think the girl chooses to sit. RIGHT THE HELL IN FRONT OF ME. She's like a foot away from me, I swear. THERE ARE TEN DESKS AND A BUNCH OF CHAIRS IN THIS ROOM! WHY MUST YOU SIT IN FRONT OF ME?? Do you want to hear me breathe? What makes it worse is, she turns to me and says "Mind if I sit here?" Why do people even ask that? Because, yes I mind if you sit there, but if I say so, I'm the Evilgirlfromthelibrarywhowouldn'tletmesitinachair. AH!
Also,
I buy candy for the candy dish in my little Grad Assistant office. I get reimbursed for it and all, but I'm the one who goes out and buys it. The other GA is eating all of the freaking candy that I put out. I didn't think much of the fact that I would put an entire bag of candy into the dish and then it would be gone the next day, because there are a lot of students that come in there. And besides, have a few pieces, no big deal. I look in the trash can that we keep hidden under our desk today, and it is FILLED with mini reese's cup wrappers. There's enough tin foil in there to cover a trillion lasagna pans. why. why must you eat all the candy? It totally can't be anyone else, because no one even knows that trash can is down there.
So. There's this little hidden back area of the library that's supposed to be superduperquietstudy area, with little desks with lamps and whatnot. I'm the only person in there and I'm trying to write. And then this girl comes in. In between the desk in front of me and mine there's a regular chair. Where do you think the girl chooses to sit. RIGHT THE HELL IN FRONT OF ME. She's like a foot away from me, I swear. THERE ARE TEN DESKS AND A BUNCH OF CHAIRS IN THIS ROOM! WHY MUST YOU SIT IN FRONT OF ME?? Do you want to hear me breathe? What makes it worse is, she turns to me and says "Mind if I sit here?" Why do people even ask that? Because, yes I mind if you sit there, but if I say so, I'm the Evilgirlfromthelibrarywhowouldn'tletmesitinachair. AH!
Also,
I buy candy for the candy dish in my little Grad Assistant office. I get reimbursed for it and all, but I'm the one who goes out and buys it. The other GA is eating all of the freaking candy that I put out. I didn't think much of the fact that I would put an entire bag of candy into the dish and then it would be gone the next day, because there are a lot of students that come in there. And besides, have a few pieces, no big deal. I look in the trash can that we keep hidden under our desk today, and it is FILLED with mini reese's cup wrappers. There's enough tin foil in there to cover a trillion lasagna pans. why. why must you eat all the candy? It totally can't be anyone else, because no one even knows that trash can is down there.
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Deconstructing Mariah
I have a problem with this new Mariah Carey song.
Here's the verse-
I'm just speaking from experience
Nothing can compare to your first true love
So I hope this will remind you
When it's for real, it's forever
So don't forget about us
Okay. So, she's 'speaking from experience', apparently, which means she had her 'first true love', and after him, nothing compared, right?
So, apparently, whoever she's singing to isn't her first true love. And nothing's going to compare to her first true love. So why's she so bent out of shape about him?
Just sayin.
Someone should hire me on a professional level to get nothing done. I am so good at getting nothing done.
This radio station around us is doing this contest where you sign up on their website and tell them what bills you have and how much they're for and they'll call out your name, and if you call back within 30 minutes, they'll pay the bill for you. I'm so giong to win. Just you wait and see.
Dear Dad-
About the taco bell dog. He's there in case I need Taco Bell. The reason I have that other dog right now is because I sent the first dog on a Taco Bell run, but I don't roll without my dogs, so I had to get a stand in until he comes back.
I have a problem with this new Mariah Carey song.
Here's the verse-
I'm just speaking from experience
Nothing can compare to your first true love
So I hope this will remind you
When it's for real, it's forever
So don't forget about us
Okay. So, she's 'speaking from experience', apparently, which means she had her 'first true love', and after him, nothing compared, right?
So, apparently, whoever she's singing to isn't her first true love. And nothing's going to compare to her first true love. So why's she so bent out of shape about him?
Just sayin.
Someone should hire me on a professional level to get nothing done. I am so good at getting nothing done.
This radio station around us is doing this contest where you sign up on their website and tell them what bills you have and how much they're for and they'll call out your name, and if you call back within 30 minutes, they'll pay the bill for you. I'm so giong to win. Just you wait and see.
Dear Dad-
About the taco bell dog. He's there in case I need Taco Bell. The reason I have that other dog right now is because I sent the first dog on a Taco Bell run, but I don't roll without my dogs, so I had to get a stand in until he comes back.
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