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9/30/2003
9/29/2003
I AM SO UTTERLY BORED.
And the worst part about it? I've got a laundry list of things that I *should* be doing:
- Laundry
- Resume-whoring
- Cleaning my room
Instead, I'll probably just fuck around on the Internet, maybe watch a movie.
Although, I'd much be watching the newly-acquired Rocky & Bullwinkle DVD's that a certain someone I know owns.
And the worst part about it? I've got a laundry list of things that I *should* be doing:
- Laundry
- Resume-whoring
- Cleaning my room
Instead, I'll probably just fuck around on the Internet, maybe watch a movie.
Although, I'd much be watching the newly-acquired Rocky & Bullwinkle DVD's that a certain someone I know owns.
9/26/2003
LAST NIGHT. . . SUCKED. A LOT.
First of all, business was (once again) horribly, horribly slow. So slow that we had maybe four new tables for the late-night Happy Hour. Four. (BTW, Happy Hour on Thursdays is from 10-midnight. We had live music, belly dancers, and a late-night tapas menu.) Our restaurant is usually packed on Thursday nights.
I leave the restaurant around 1:30, and am on my way home. Traffic in Clayton is pretty non-existent, and I made a bit of a "rolling stop" at Bonhomme and Hanley (A flashing red light). No cop, no stop, right?
But guess what. There WAS a Cop. Who presented me with two tickets. One for "missing" the stop, and one for expired plates. (Oops. I knew that'd catch up wih me eventually.) How nice.
Then, because I was so fucking stressed out about that, I started itching like crazy, and couldn't sleep.
The only bright part about last night? I'm nearly done with the 4-disc set of Six Feet Under, from Netflix.
I *really* need to find another job. Ugh.
First of all, business was (once again) horribly, horribly slow. So slow that we had maybe four new tables for the late-night Happy Hour. Four. (BTW, Happy Hour on Thursdays is from 10-midnight. We had live music, belly dancers, and a late-night tapas menu.) Our restaurant is usually packed on Thursday nights.
I leave the restaurant around 1:30, and am on my way home. Traffic in Clayton is pretty non-existent, and I made a bit of a "rolling stop" at Bonhomme and Hanley (A flashing red light). No cop, no stop, right?
But guess what. There WAS a Cop. Who presented me with two tickets. One for "missing" the stop, and one for expired plates. (Oops. I knew that'd catch up wih me eventually.) How nice.
Then, because I was so fucking stressed out about that, I started itching like crazy, and couldn't sleep.
The only bright part about last night? I'm nearly done with the 4-disc set of Six Feet Under, from Netflix.
I *really* need to find another job. Ugh.
9/24/2003
HRMPH. IF IT'S VALUED THAT LOW, CAN I CASH IT IN? I REALLY NEED A NEW CAR.
Your soul is worth ?12535. For your peace of mind, 69% of people have a purer soul than you.
Kudos to Jen for the linkage.
Your soul is worth ?12535. For your peace of mind, 69% of people have a purer soul than you.
Kudos to Jen for the linkage.
9/23/2003
*GIGGLE*
Via The Infinite Teen Slang Dictionary:
naked jay
n. a vulgar hand gesture.
"Are you giving me the naked jay, Shana?"
tripod mafia
v. to laugh at something in an expensive fashion.
"I can't believe Nigel tried to tripod mafia!"
library dallas
interj. expression of disbelief.
"Bud, I just saw Mom and Shana, going to attack a woman!" "Library dallas!"
chud to the max
adj. like a thong.
"Brian, what happened? Your disco is chud to the max!"
Really. It doesn't get funnier than that.
Kudos to Karen for the linkage.
Via The Infinite Teen Slang Dictionary:
naked jay
n. a vulgar hand gesture.
"Are you giving me the naked jay, Shana?"
tripod mafia
v. to laugh at something in an expensive fashion.
"I can't believe Nigel tried to tripod mafia!"
library dallas
interj. expression of disbelief.
"Bud, I just saw Mom and Shana, going to attack a woman!" "Library dallas!"
chud to the max
adj. like a thong.
"Brian, what happened? Your disco is chud to the max!"
Really. It doesn't get funnier than that.
Kudos to Karen for the linkage.
9/19/2003
AHH, ANOTHER WAY TO WASTE TIME.
The Family Guy Reference Archives. It doesn't get any better than that.
The Family Guy Reference Archives. It doesn't get any better than that.
WORK SUCKS.
Ok, not work, per se, but the fact that we've been so damned SLLLLOOOOOW this week. I've closed every night this week, and every night, they've sent people home early. Which means lots of hours at work, for not a lot of money. (No tips.)
In other work-related news, I had an interview yesterday, to sell insurance, of all things. I should hear back by today or monday about a second interview.
Whatever.
Ok, not work, per se, but the fact that we've been so damned SLLLLOOOOOW this week. I've closed every night this week, and every night, they've sent people home early. Which means lots of hours at work, for not a lot of money. (No tips.)
In other work-related news, I had an interview yesterday, to sell insurance, of all things. I should hear back by today or monday about a second interview.
Whatever.
[Listening to: Sweetness - Jimmy Eat World (03:39)]
FUN URBAN MYTH OF THE DAY:
Last night, at work, I heard an interesting lil' rumor:
The Tivoli Theatre sign looks somewhat similar to a penis. (Check out the picture in the link. . . you can see the connection, even if it's a stretch. Heheh. A "stretch.") "Tivoli" spelled backwards is "I Lov It."
Rumor has it that the original owner was gay, and the sign/name connection was a little inside joke about his homosexuality.
I'm not sure if this can ever be confirmed or denied, but I thought it was an interesting tidbit to pass along. Even if only my fellow St. Louisans find it mildly interesting.
*shrug*
Last night, at work, I heard an interesting lil' rumor:
The Tivoli Theatre sign looks somewhat similar to a penis. (Check out the picture in the link. . . you can see the connection, even if it's a stretch. Heheh. A "stretch.") "Tivoli" spelled backwards is "I Lov It."
Rumor has it that the original owner was gay, and the sign/name connection was a little inside joke about his homosexuality.
I'm not sure if this can ever be confirmed or denied, but I thought it was an interesting tidbit to pass along. Even if only my fellow St. Louisans find it mildly interesting.
*shrug*
[Listening to: neptunes - Rock Star - nerd_(the_neptunes) (04:30)]
9/18/2003
"DAMMIT, I'VE RUN OUT OF QUARTERS!"
Interesting article in Salon.com today, about the possible outsourcing of retail workers to robots. One expert says that robots could be used for foreplay:
But, unfortunately for human workers, those lovable robots are getting better all the time. ASIMO, a robot created by Honda, can walk on two feet, just like humans. The thing is so lifelike that scientists in India have determined that, in addition to walking, ASIMO could be good for more intimate tasks. "One of the reasons for marital breakups today is physical inadequacy. Couples are so stressed out that there's no time for foreplay, so essential to get the juices flowing. A smart machine can bridge that gap in no time," Dr. CRJP Naidu of Bangalore's Centre for Artificial Intelligence & Robotics told the Hindustan Times. Not long ago, Brain saw an article in Popular Science about a robot scientist who'd created an extremely humanlike robotic face -- "a real face, with soft flesh-toned polymer skin and finely sculpted features and high cheekbones and big blue eyes," the article said. (Emphasis mine.)
Hehe. Could you imagine? Surge protectors in the bedroom, for your foreplay buddy, and your other lil' buddy. . . prostitution is as accessible as your local video arcade (with the right amount of quarters) . . . think of all the bi-curious people who could take the plunge, try it out without the awkwardness of a human partner. . .
Although. . . if robot prostitutes look as good as Jude Law, ala "A.I.", that might not be such a bad thing.
Interesting article in Salon.com today, about the possible outsourcing of retail workers to robots. One expert says that robots could be used for foreplay:
But, unfortunately for human workers, those lovable robots are getting better all the time. ASIMO, a robot created by Honda, can walk on two feet, just like humans. The thing is so lifelike that scientists in India have determined that, in addition to walking, ASIMO could be good for more intimate tasks. "One of the reasons for marital breakups today is physical inadequacy. Couples are so stressed out that there's no time for foreplay, so essential to get the juices flowing. A smart machine can bridge that gap in no time," Dr. CRJP Naidu of Bangalore's Centre for Artificial Intelligence & Robotics told the Hindustan Times. Not long ago, Brain saw an article in Popular Science about a robot scientist who'd created an extremely humanlike robotic face -- "a real face, with soft flesh-toned polymer skin and finely sculpted features and high cheekbones and big blue eyes," the article said. (Emphasis mine.)
Hehe. Could you imagine? Surge protectors in the bedroom, for your foreplay buddy, and your other lil' buddy. . . prostitution is as accessible as your local video arcade (with the right amount of quarters) . . . think of all the bi-curious people who could take the plunge, try it out without the awkwardness of a human partner. . .
Although. . . if robot prostitutes look as good as Jude Law, ala "A.I.", that might not be such a bad thing.
9/17/2003
WHAT'S NEW PUSSYCAT?
Work was pretty good last night. We got done relatively early (a little after 11), Al Franken dined in our restaurant (although he was in Brian's section, so I've got no interesting stories), and I made decent cash last night.
Also, I watched Permanent Midnight, finally available after seeing "Long Wait" in my Netflix Queue. Great movie about the dangers of drug abuse. Plus, Elizabeth Hurley and Maria Bello are totally hot.
My life is so exciting.
Work was pretty good last night. We got done relatively early (a little after 11), Al Franken dined in our restaurant (although he was in Brian's section, so I've got no interesting stories), and I made decent cash last night.
Also, I watched Permanent Midnight, finally available after seeing "Long Wait" in my Netflix Queue. Great movie about the dangers of drug abuse. Plus, Elizabeth Hurley and Maria Bello are totally hot.
My life is so exciting.
"THE MORE ACCURATE YOUR WATER, THE FASTER YOUR LIZARD CLIMBS TO THE TOP."
Yes, you shouldn't take that phrase out of context, but I think it's funnier that way. Check out this week's Suburban Fringe.
Yes, you shouldn't take that phrase out of context, but I think it's funnier that way. Check out this week's Suburban Fringe.
9/16/2003
9/15/2003
THANKS TO JEN FOR THE LINKAGE:
I DO like how "General Asshats" is it's own category.
General asshats
Circle I Limbo
Rednecks
Circle II Whirling in a Dark & Stormy Wind
Hipsters
Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail & Snow
The Pope
Circle IV Rolling Weights
Parents who bring squalling brats to R-rated movies
Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled
River Styx
Republicans
Circle VI Buried for Eternity
River Phlegyas
George Bush
Circle VII Burning Sands
Militant Vegans
Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement
NAMBLA Members
Circle IX Frozen in Ice
I DO like how "General Asshats" is it's own category.
TEE HEE . . .
New Teen Girl Squad! What a wonderful way to start a Monday.
Also, check out Odd Todd, for a glimpse into how I spent the majority of my summer.
New Teen Girl Squad! What a wonderful way to start a Monday.
Also, check out Odd Todd, for a glimpse into how I spent the majority of my summer.
9/14/2003
IT WAS THE BEST OF TIMES, IT WAS THE WORST OF TIMES. . .
Yesterday was the 5th Annual HOP in the City, a wonderful beer festival held on the grounds of the Schlafly Brewery downtown.
35 beers! A free tasting glass! And (by the time we got there) three hours to sample them all!
So Tina, Greg and I head down around two. The fun began when we showed our tickets, and our I.D.'s. Commentary from the door man was as follows:
When he looked at my ID: "Oh, you're much closer to 21 than I would've thought."
When he looked at Greg's: "Oh, you're much older than I would've thought."
Hrmph. I'm hoping that means that I'll age gracefully . . .
Beer, beer. Glorious beer! They went in order by the seasonal selections each month, so we just went through the year, sampling and resampling as many as we could. There were quite a few darker beers, so I was in heaven.
Additionally, there was lots of nice eye candy for all three of us to enjoy. :)
I mentioned to Greg how great it was that when someone dropped their glass, the crowd responded with boos and "awww"s to show their disdain, for wasting such wonderful free beer.
Then, while Tina went to the bathroom for the third or fourth time (for those of you who know Tina, and her tiny bladder, this shouldn't be much of a surprise), it happened.
I was holding both her and my glasses, and. . . I dropped one.
It was a sign of the embarrassment that would ensue for the rest of the day.
Greg and Tina laughed a lot, as did the crowd, and my face got pretty red, as usual.
We head out, and decided to have dinner at Space, an out of the way restaurant on the edge of the Hill.
Of course, it didn't open until 5:30, and we had a half an hour to kill. So we head up the street to Rigazzi's. Well, since they're the home of the "Frozen Fishbowl," I had to indulge in a fishbowl of beer. Ugh. What a mistake. I had forgotten how large they were, easily a quart of beer.
It was all downhill from there.
We headed to Space, and all the beer from earlier today + the Fishbowl + lack of food during the day all hit me. I knocked over (and broke) my water glass, once again to my embarrassment. (That would be 2 for 2, for those of you keeping score at home)
The food was alright. The pasta with mushrooms I had was palatable at best. The alfredo sauce was runny, and the pasta was cooked well past al dente.
But it sobered me up pretty well. At least, enough to make it home, and nap for about four hours, waking at 12:30, which was about the same time Greg did, as his voicemail mentioned. I call him back, we chat for a few minutes, and then I attempt bed again.
All of a sudden, my stomach felt like it was going to implode. I quickly remembered what large quantities of beer does to my GI system, and headed to the bathroom, where I stayed for at least an hour. I won't go in to details, but it was NOT the best way to end such a fun time.
I finally make it back to bed around 3 or so, and sleep fitfully until 1:30 this afternoon. All in all, it's been a great weekend so far. Definitely one for the record books.
Yesterday was the 5th Annual HOP in the City, a wonderful beer festival held on the grounds of the Schlafly Brewery downtown.
35 beers! A free tasting glass! And (by the time we got there) three hours to sample them all!
So Tina, Greg and I head down around two. The fun began when we showed our tickets, and our I.D.'s. Commentary from the door man was as follows:
When he looked at my ID: "Oh, you're much closer to 21 than I would've thought."
When he looked at Greg's: "Oh, you're much older than I would've thought."
Hrmph. I'm hoping that means that I'll age gracefully . . .
Beer, beer. Glorious beer! They went in order by the seasonal selections each month, so we just went through the year, sampling and resampling as many as we could. There were quite a few darker beers, so I was in heaven.
Additionally, there was lots of nice eye candy for all three of us to enjoy. :)
I mentioned to Greg how great it was that when someone dropped their glass, the crowd responded with boos and "awww"s to show their disdain, for wasting such wonderful free beer.
Then, while Tina went to the bathroom for the third or fourth time (for those of you who know Tina, and her tiny bladder, this shouldn't be much of a surprise), it happened.
I was holding both her and my glasses, and. . . I dropped one.
It was a sign of the embarrassment that would ensue for the rest of the day.
Greg and Tina laughed a lot, as did the crowd, and my face got pretty red, as usual.
We head out, and decided to have dinner at Space, an out of the way restaurant on the edge of the Hill.
Of course, it didn't open until 5:30, and we had a half an hour to kill. So we head up the street to Rigazzi's. Well, since they're the home of the "Frozen Fishbowl," I had to indulge in a fishbowl of beer. Ugh. What a mistake. I had forgotten how large they were, easily a quart of beer.
It was all downhill from there.
We headed to Space, and all the beer from earlier today + the Fishbowl + lack of food during the day all hit me. I knocked over (and broke) my water glass, once again to my embarrassment. (That would be 2 for 2, for those of you keeping score at home)
The food was alright. The pasta with mushrooms I had was palatable at best. The alfredo sauce was runny, and the pasta was cooked well past al dente.
But it sobered me up pretty well. At least, enough to make it home, and nap for about four hours, waking at 12:30, which was about the same time Greg did, as his voicemail mentioned. I call him back, we chat for a few minutes, and then I attempt bed again.
All of a sudden, my stomach felt like it was going to implode. I quickly remembered what large quantities of beer does to my GI system, and headed to the bathroom, where I stayed for at least an hour. I won't go in to details, but it was NOT the best way to end such a fun time.
I finally make it back to bed around 3 or so, and sleep fitfully until 1:30 this afternoon. All in all, it's been a great weekend so far. Definitely one for the record books.
[Listening to: Intergalactic Guerilla - Beastie Boys/Rage Against the Machine - Unreleased (03:29)]
9/11/2003
CHONG'S BONGS . . .
Tommy Chong has been sentenced to nine months in federal prison for selling "drug paraphenilia". What a crock. Those bongs, if like any other head shop, are clearly marked "for tobacco use only."
Besides, is anyone really surprised that either Cheech or Chong would smoke pot?
Tommy Chong has been sentenced to nine months in federal prison for selling "drug paraphenilia". What a crock. Those bongs, if like any other head shop, are clearly marked "for tobacco use only."
Besides, is anyone really surprised that either Cheech or Chong would smoke pot?
9/10/2003
WEIRD COMBOS. . .
I've been getting some interesting topics for the ads above this blog lately. For quite a while, I was seeing lots of ads for Alcoholics Anonymous, which makes sense, seeing how much I talk about Dad, or going out.
But today, I've noticed on multiple page views, ads about lesbians.
Wha. . .? Granted, I've always been a fan of lesbians. Lesbians that I've met usually have the right amount of (stereotypical) masculinity and feminity that I find attractive in most people I've dated or been friends with.
I guess now wouldn't be the best time to mention I just watched the DVD of The Vagina Monologues, eh?
I've been getting some interesting topics for the ads above this blog lately. For quite a while, I was seeing lots of ads for Alcoholics Anonymous, which makes sense, seeing how much I talk about Dad, or going out.
But today, I've noticed on multiple page views, ads about lesbians.
Wha. . .? Granted, I've always been a fan of lesbians. Lesbians that I've met usually have the right amount of (stereotypical) masculinity and feminity that I find attractive in most people I've dated or been friends with.
I guess now wouldn't be the best time to mention I just watched the DVD of The Vagina Monologues, eh?
9/09/2003
"THANK YOU FOR MEETING WITH US. . .
. . . to discuss the Records Clerk Position.
Your interest in our firm is appreciated, but we selected a candidate whose experience more closely matches our needs. We will keep your resume in our files for three months in the event that we can consider you for another position.
We wish you much success in your job search."
Can anyone find the mistakes in this letter?
1) "A candidate whose experience more closely matches our needs." -- I guess they found someone who spent their years after college in the Peace Corps, teaching impoverished countries how to organize file folders in both alphabetical AND numerical order.
2) "We wish you much success in your job search." -- Apparently, not enough to actually offer me a job.
This job got me so nervous yesterday, that I've been broken out in hives since last night. (Although I slept well; I think I'd rather have insomnia than hives that make me look freakish)
Maybe I should put that on my resume next time under skills: "Can work self into such a frenzy over a position that applicant can acquire allergic reaction. Applicant hopes to be able to acquire spontaneous combustion for next party trick."
. . . to discuss the Records Clerk Position.
Your interest in our firm is appreciated, but we selected a candidate whose experience more closely matches our needs. We will keep your resume in our files for three months in the event that we can consider you for another position.
We wish you much success in your job search."
Can anyone find the mistakes in this letter?
1) "A candidate whose experience more closely matches our needs." -- I guess they found someone who spent their years after college in the Peace Corps, teaching impoverished countries how to organize file folders in both alphabetical AND numerical order.
2) "We wish you much success in your job search." -- Apparently, not enough to actually offer me a job.
This job got me so nervous yesterday, that I've been broken out in hives since last night. (Although I slept well; I think I'd rather have insomnia than hives that make me look freakish)
Maybe I should put that on my resume next time under skills: "Can work self into such a frenzy over a position that applicant can acquire allergic reaction. Applicant hopes to be able to acquire spontaneous combustion for next party trick."
9/08/2003
*SIGH*
What a crappy first post to make for the day.
But. . .
The firm didn't call today. I'm assuming that means I didn't get the job. Apparently, they found someone else who was more qualified to file documents.
Hopefully, I'm being prematurely pessimistic, and they just didn't have time to call. But more than likely, I'll get a rejection letter tomorrow.
<whine> But I'm tired of looking for jobs. Tired of going on interviews, only to find rejection letters waiting for me. Just imagine what would happen if I were applying for jobs that actually required a college degree? </whine>
I guess I"ll be giving you the offical update tomorrow, when the mail comes.
I've got a few more things marinating in my head, but they're not quite complete. Look for a new update either later tonight, or in the wee hours of tomorrow morning.
What a crappy first post to make for the day.
But. . .
The firm didn't call today. I'm assuming that means I didn't get the job. Apparently, they found someone else who was more qualified to file documents.
Hopefully, I'm being prematurely pessimistic, and they just didn't have time to call. But more than likely, I'll get a rejection letter tomorrow.
<whine> But I'm tired of looking for jobs. Tired of going on interviews, only to find rejection letters waiting for me. Just imagine what would happen if I were applying for jobs that actually required a college degree? </whine>
I guess I"ll be giving you the offical update tomorrow, when the mail comes.
I've got a few more things marinating in my head, but they're not quite complete. Look for a new update either later tonight, or in the wee hours of tomorrow morning.
9/05/2003
WOW.
I promise, this is my last post about the movie I've been watching (and is keeping me up). Check out the deleted scenes. The Boat Scene? I've had pseudo-relationships like that (uh, John, anyone? Of course, only Jaimee and Jen will get that one, but it's OK). But I'm not as nearly crazy as either of them.
I promise, this is my last post about the movie I've been watching (and is keeping me up). Check out the deleted scenes. The Boat Scene? I've had pseudo-relationships like that (uh, John, anyone? Of course, only Jaimee and Jen will get that one, but it's OK). But I'm not as nearly crazy as either of them.
JESSICA STEIN UPDATE:
Ooh. Ok, I'm going to ruin it for some of you who haven't seen it. But I'm an asshole. But it even deals with Lesbian Bed Death! (And luckily, this article describes how to fight it, for those readers of you who might be going through that sort of thing.)
Ooh. Ok, I'm going to ruin it for some of you who haven't seen it. But I'm an asshole. But it even deals with Lesbian Bed Death! (And luckily, this article describes how to fight it, for those readers of you who might be going through that sort of thing.)
SO I'M NOT ASLEEP YET. .
Because I'm watching Kissing Jessica Stein which, is about two women who try dating women (namely, each other) just to try out the options. I'm not going to ruin it for you, but this movie just proves, again, that bisexuals rock. Now, if I could only convince the rest of the world. . .
Because I'm watching Kissing Jessica Stein which, is about two women who try dating women (namely, each other) just to try out the options. I'm not going to ruin it for you, but this movie just proves, again, that bisexuals rock. Now, if I could only convince the rest of the world. . .
DRUNK PEOPLE ARE THE MOST OBSTINATE PEOPLE IN THE WORLD
And I think tonight proved that. One of the servers, drunk on wine and some such other alcoholic beverages (it's what he does after every shift), and was arguing with our bar manager about some of the policies and practices of our company. It was obviously an argument that was going nowhere.
This fact, of course, was pointedly made as I gave my drunk co-worker a ride home. He just wouldn't shut up. He had a point, and obviously he was right, even though I tried to play devil's advocate. Whatever. I told him that although he had a valid point to make, he was awfully rude to Jay (yes, the other bar manager's name is Jay. I'm constantly turning in circles whenever anyone calls "Jay!"), and needed to apologize. Of course, said co-worker would have none of that.
And tonight's going to be a bit of a test. I told Brian I'd work for him tommorrow morning, for lunch shift, so I'm trying to get to sleep, get up at 7 am, and try to get on a semi-regular schedule, which I'll have to do, if/when I ever get the full time job, I'll have to deal with lack of sleep a couple of nights a week anyway, right? Might as well get used to it now, eh?
Speaking of full-time jobs:
NO.
They haven't called me back. I'm trying again tomorrow. Those bastards. I interviewed last Wednesday, and still no word. Grrrr.....
And I think tonight proved that. One of the servers, drunk on wine and some such other alcoholic beverages (it's what he does after every shift), and was arguing with our bar manager about some of the policies and practices of our company. It was obviously an argument that was going nowhere.
This fact, of course, was pointedly made as I gave my drunk co-worker a ride home. He just wouldn't shut up. He had a point, and obviously he was right, even though I tried to play devil's advocate. Whatever. I told him that although he had a valid point to make, he was awfully rude to Jay (yes, the other bar manager's name is Jay. I'm constantly turning in circles whenever anyone calls "Jay!"), and needed to apologize. Of course, said co-worker would have none of that.
And tonight's going to be a bit of a test. I told Brian I'd work for him tommorrow morning, for lunch shift, so I'm trying to get to sleep, get up at 7 am, and try to get on a semi-regular schedule, which I'll have to do, if/when I ever get the full time job, I'll have to deal with lack of sleep a couple of nights a week anyway, right? Might as well get used to it now, eh?
Speaking of full-time jobs:
NO.
They haven't called me back. I'm trying again tomorrow. Those bastards. I interviewed last Wednesday, and still no word. Grrrr.....
9/04/2003
HRM. SADLY, I THINK IT DEPENDS ON IF I'M TIRED OR NOT. . .
Your foreplay is slow, seductive, and totally transparent.
When you want some, you take action!
And you turn your lover completely on in the process.
You've been known to undress with your teeth -
And kiss all over. If it involves talent and time...
Well, let's just say you have plenty of both.
What Kind of Foreplay Are *You*?
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You Are Slowly Undressing Someone
Your foreplay is slow, seductive, and totally transparent.
When you want some, you take action!
And you turn your lover completely on in the process.
You've been known to undress with your teeth -
And kiss all over. If it involves talent and time...
Well, let's just say you have plenty of both.
What Kind of Foreplay Are *You*?
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9/03/2003
TEMPLATE WOES. . .
Well, not really.
But if you'd like to see what my template is supposed to look like, hop on over to Rob's World. Besides being a fan, he seems like a pretty nice fellow. Checkitout, willya?
Well, not really.
But if you'd like to see what my template is supposed to look like, hop on over to Rob's World. Besides being a fan, he seems like a pretty nice fellow. Checkitout, willya?
[Listening to: Chemical Brothers & Moby vs. Fatboy Slim & Prodigy - (04:49)]
ANOTHER REASON I'VE BEEN A SLACKASS. . .
Besides general laziness, I've been caught up in some movies and some books from the library. Good times.
I just finished watching Date Plate. I think it's a great show, because everyone loves someone who can cook. Admit it.
It reminds me of recent episode of Coupling, a BBC show which I've recently discovered (and is being rehashed on NBC this fall.). One of the main characters, Susan, is cooking dinner for her first date with Steven. Her best friend Sally's response (I'm probably paraphrasing a bit, but you get the idea):
Sally: Cooking dinner for someone means, "Let's have sex."
Susan: No, "Stay the night," means have sex.
Sally: "Stay the night," means let's have sex, but "I'll cook dinner for you," means Let's have sex, and I'll cater.
Truer words have never been spoken.
Oh, and speaking of TV, Ed, one of my favorite shows, is NOT moving to the dreaded Friday night slot that reeks of future cancellation. Good job, TV execs. Now, I've just got to get some blank tapes, so I can start recording this season on a regular basis.
Besides general laziness, I've been caught up in some movies and some books from the library. Good times.
I just finished watching Date Plate. I think it's a great show, because everyone loves someone who can cook. Admit it.
It reminds me of recent episode of Coupling, a BBC show which I've recently discovered (and is being rehashed on NBC this fall.). One of the main characters, Susan, is cooking dinner for her first date with Steven. Her best friend Sally's response (I'm probably paraphrasing a bit, but you get the idea):
Sally: Cooking dinner for someone means, "Let's have sex."
Susan: No, "Stay the night," means have sex.
Sally: "Stay the night," means let's have sex, but "I'll cook dinner for you," means Let's have sex, and I'll cater.
Truer words have never been spoken.
Oh, and speaking of TV, Ed, one of my favorite shows, is NOT moving to the dreaded Friday night slot that reeks of future cancellation. Good job, TV execs. Now, I've just got to get some blank tapes, so I can start recording this season on a regular basis.
[Listening to: Violently Happy - Bjork + Depeche Mode - (07:22)]
MAN, I'VE BEEN A SLACKASS LATELY:
. . .a slackass about everything, mind you. I spent the weekend watching movies, with an interruption to move a friend in the rain. Last night, I had a date with a nice young gentleman, then went home and couldn't sleep till 5 am. I woke up with enough time to throw some clothes on, and race to work, where we were doing some "yearly cleaning," scrubbing down all the shit that we don't have time to do on a weekly basis. (I promise, it's nothing food related, but more like touch-up painting and things like that. I assure you, the kitchen is spotlessly scrubbed nightly.)
After work, I took mom to physical therapy, ran some errands, and then napped.
And STILL NO WORD FROM MY INTERVIEW!
I'm calling tomorrow. I need to know if I'm at least still in the running.
. . .a slackass about everything, mind you. I spent the weekend watching movies, with an interruption to move a friend in the rain. Last night, I had a date with a nice young gentleman, then went home and couldn't sleep till 5 am. I woke up with enough time to throw some clothes on, and race to work, where we were doing some "yearly cleaning," scrubbing down all the shit that we don't have time to do on a weekly basis. (I promise, it's nothing food related, but more like touch-up painting and things like that. I assure you, the kitchen is spotlessly scrubbed nightly.)
After work, I took mom to physical therapy, ran some errands, and then napped.
And STILL NO WORD FROM MY INTERVIEW!
I'm calling tomorrow. I need to know if I'm at least still in the running.
AHH, SURBURBAN FRINGE, HOW I LOVE YOU. . .
This week's Surburban Fringe gives you a good idea of how I spent my youth growing up in St. Louis:
1. Beer was served at nearly every profitable Church event. We Catholics have an alcoholic reputation to keep, you know?
2. Soccer was the game to play as a youth. You'd think with all the Catholic schools in the US, the sport would have more national recognition.
3. As a parent of a child in Catholic School, you're going to volunteer, or become some kind of pariah. (I've seen this first hand. Mom didn't really start volunteering until junior high/high school age, and it was amazing how the parents of the "popular kids" took up with her immediately, after she donated her time [and money] to the parish.)
4. As George proves in the story, if you volunteer to head a committee, you'll be doing it long after you turn old and grey.
This week's Surburban Fringe gives you a good idea of how I spent my youth growing up in St. Louis:
1. Beer was served at nearly every profitable Church event. We Catholics have an alcoholic reputation to keep, you know?
2. Soccer was the game to play as a youth. You'd think with all the Catholic schools in the US, the sport would have more national recognition.
3. As a parent of a child in Catholic School, you're going to volunteer, or become some kind of pariah. (I've seen this first hand. Mom didn't really start volunteering until junior high/high school age, and it was amazing how the parents of the "popular kids" took up with her immediately, after she donated her time [and money] to the parish.)
4. As George proves in the story, if you volunteer to head a committee, you'll be doing it long after you turn old and grey.
9/01/2003
HEY KIDS, SORRY I'VE BEEN SUCH A SLACKASS. . .
but I've been having a nice lazy weekend. I've pretty much done nothing but sit on the couch, and watch DVDs. Anyhoo.. . I'm off to shower, and help my friend Hickman move into his new townhouse. I'll have some mo' posts later today, as I've got lots to talk about, as usual.
but I've been having a nice lazy weekend. I've pretty much done nothing but sit on the couch, and watch DVDs. Anyhoo.. . I'm off to shower, and help my friend Hickman move into his new townhouse. I'll have some mo' posts later today, as I've got lots to talk about, as usual.
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