January 2010
for 2010
I don’t make resolutions any more. I stopped doing it once I realized that every year I managed to be a functioning adult without falling into financial oblivion was a victory in and of itself, and was worth celebrating rather than digging for things I wanted to change but would never hold myself up to at all.
2009 was based around one big, ultimately necessary change which has been...
short vacation update.
Some of the things I have seen and heard so far in NYC and the surrounding area:
a pedestrian jaywalking DIAGONALLY across an intersection
a line around the block in upstate NY at an outlet mall just to get into an Ugg Boots store
several trip buses at that same mall, which explains the incredible amount of French I heard in Woodbury (Quebecois like to save hundreds on designer brands too)
...
December 2009
a quick one while he's away.
(I don’t think posting to Tumblr will happen much. It is vacation for a reason. I don’t think family members will much understand if I spend too much time attached to a computer.)
My regular writer’s last day was today. Had nothing to do with being bored at the job, being unchallenged, hating the people she worked with — she was just tired of working graveyard and weekends...
vacation, all I ever wanted.
I’m so happy for my first vacation in nine months that I’m singing the freaking Go-Gos. Eventually, the stress of moving, learning a new job, and dealing with the unusual hours will wear on you.
In 2010, I”m definitely going to try and use another vacation week in July, when we don’t have morning shows for one weekend because of the Open Championship.
Catching a red-eye...
no grievances.
Not this year. At least not ones that are serious enough to merit, especially considering that I managed to move from SLO to PDX and have done well so far.
I’d like to pass along my griping to people for whom 2009 actually sucked.
Chris Hedges: Nader’s Utopia: The World According... →
Ralph Nader wrote a novel. It sounds AWFUL by reading the descriptions in this column.
how I have already gone through or will go through...
credit card payment (much, much more than the minimum)
cable, power, and internet bills
groceries
additional last-minute gift for Pops the Northwestern alum (since they’re going to a New Year’s Day bowl)
quarters for laundry
Costco trip tomorrow
planning to hit the barbershop tomorrow and get rid of these disco curls
Example #173 of why adulthood and responsibility stink.
...
the week that wouldn't end...
…is finally over. Not that it was bad, just longer than usual (extended three-hour show on Saturday due to reports of massive winter weather which did not materialize and filling in on Monday and today as vacation relief).
I can tell if I’m having a really long go of it during any work week if I collapse at, say, 10 or 11 in the morning and sleep until my alarm goes off at 8 p.m. That...
brrrrr.
It’s my first winter in a place where it actually gets cold in six years. It took a lot of motivation just to get out to do laundry. Let’s just say I’m having some serious trouble adjusting right now.
Jersey Shore Nickname Generator →
jbowesmusic:
illustratedexample:
shalon:
tiredofbeingignored:
abearjunkie:
flcuddlebear:
mrbenzadrine:
christmasonthemoon:
vooduude:
“The Sausage Party”
“Juice Box”
“Prince Of Paramus”
Juice Springsteen - come get some.
Your Jersey Shore nickname is: The Impact
Really?
The Tight End.
The Condition
The Hands Team.
I’d like everyone to please refer to me as that from...
learned stupidity.
(BECAUSE WE ARE MONOLITHIC AND MIGHTY. TREMBLE.)
Maybe it’s because I’m bi-racial, multi-cultural, etc. — but fewer things piss me off more than when we get cultural pieces about any black person (in this example, Tiger Woods) that try to examine their personal choices in life (in this case, marrying a white woman) and connecting it with some sort of imagined large-scale...
The thing I don't get about Tiger...
twoyellowsequalred:
illustratedexample:
If he wanted to sleep around so much why the hell did he get married? When you’re rich and famous you know you’re going to have no trouble attracting people so why marry someone if you want to bang random people? It’s not an image thing either because look at Derek Jeter, he’s probably had sex with 100’s of gorgeous women and it’s done nothing but help...
here's how cold it is right now.
My beard felt like icicles walking to and from work.
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that'll teach me to pick up the phone.
Was about to go to sleep at 9 o’clock last night. Phone went off. Saw it was “unavailable” on the caller ID, knew it was work, picked it up anyway and filled in.
Of course, I got breaking news dumped into my lap an hour before show with a house fire and freaking Tiger Woods entering the Tyson Zone with his mother-in-law going to the hospital.
Goddamn, I’m sleepy....
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a whole fanbase, suddenly silenced.
One thing I learned very quickly is how seriously this city values and treasures the Blazers. Thus, the coverage of Greg Oden’s cracked patella, which has him out for the rest of the season, felt like a wake. I don’t need to replay the team’s history with centers (Walton, Bowie, and now this.)
It’s just sad because Oden appears, for all intents and purposes, to be the...
it hasn't cracked freezing in Portland yet today.
The sun is out but it’s so chilly I need BlaccuWeather meteorologist Ollie Williams to scream “IT’S FRIGGIN COLD!”
New rule: if the temps are gonna be this low they should have to come with snow for all of us to play with.
I have 55 pairs of shoes.
illustratedexample:
I have a “rotation” of about 6 shoes I wear regularly. The rest are basically useless but I have a hard time parting with a lot of them. I’ve got issues.
Imelda Marcos is jealous.
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ever get the feeling you've been cheated?
(Graphic borrowed from EDSBS.)
It’s hard to write anything about how lousy, insubstantial, and ultimately un-fulfilling the BCS games and its selection process have been over its entire existence, with the small number of exceptions being:
the 2005 Rose Bowl between USC and Texas (hereafter referred to as The Day Vince Young Broke and Stole My Heart Simultaneously)
the happy accident...
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beyond our wildest dreams, cont'd.
Again, yesterday was the Chiefs, a team with a lot further back to climb than even I’d imagined (I mean, the Raiders have 4 wins and don’t look like a laughingstock, so you can imagine just how bad Kansas City is) and the Broncos still look a touch schizophrenic, in need of an offensive identity that sticks for the future.
But it’s still worth repeating that if you told me...
All That : The New Yorker →
A posthumous David Foster Wallace short story, although I don’t really think this is fiction even though it appears under that heading.
on Tiger Woods.
Here we are now. Entertain us.
I feel stupid and contagious.
an answer for a broadcast TV question.
papasfritas:
I’ve always lived on the east coast, so I don’t know any different.
When a commercial comes on about a future episode of a show they something like “Tuesday 8/7 Central”
8 because that’s the eastern time [where I live] but do they 7 Central because that’s the next time zone over something?
Like if you live Texas do they say 8/7 Mountain???
And what about the Pacific time...
my face is thrilled that December is here.
I finally got to trim and shape a beard line today, now that Novembeard is over. Having that haggard crap on my neck was kind of uncomfortable, honestly.
some tact might be in order.
ndeddiemac:
thethirdshift:
If you are the first in the history of a particular pool to ever pick all the week’s NFL games correctly (as far as the league’s commissioner can remember), it is probably in poor form to write a reply e-mail to all other participants challenging their individual picking strategy (in order to laud your own), particularly those who are ahead of you in the overall...
some tact might be in order.
If you are the first in the history of a particular pool to ever pick all the week’s NFL games correctly (as far as the league’s commissioner can remember), it is probably in poor form to write a reply e-mail to all other participants challenging their individual picking strategy (in order to laud your own), particularly those who are ahead of you in the overall season standings.