Time to blog again. To answer one of McGill’s earlier comments, yes, sometimes I do start to write these things down, and then go back and edit. But for the most part they come as a little spurt of ire. Though this one is two, melded together. And actually, there is some really mean spirited stuff in here that I’d like to get to, misogynistic and hateful and honestly, things that I didn’t even know I was capable of thinking of. But we didn’t post those. You’ll have to get a couple of vodker and tonics in me to get the good rants. So here we go.
Anyone who doesn't believe that sports matter needs to read Scoop Jackson's column, here. http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/story?page=jackson/070510&sportCat=nba Read this and tell me that sports don't matter. I really hope that this column is still up.
Mother's day came, mother's day went. Fortunately, I was able to call Diane Hansen, and talk to her for awhile. I love Diane.
I started an herb garden on my back balcony recently. This is really exciting. I couldn't wait to get home from work today and see if my plants had grown any. I'm pretty happy about my little garden.
I started to put together a blog about my music listenings, but decided to cancel it. It got a little personal and one sided, and I didn't think that it was entirely appropriate to share. But I do have a spreadsheet put together of my current listenings, with comments, that I will be more than happy to share with anyone who is interested.
I recently had to force somebody from my life who was very very important to me, but I had to do it anyways. But never an easy thing to do, and I feel like I've done it enough already in my short life. But this was the toughest, by far, as I feel that in a lot of ways I've told my best friend to go away. But it was the right thing to do.
My coworker has only a couple of weeks left to live, after a brief bout with brain cancer. I never worked really closely with him, but definitely crossed his path on more than one occasion, and befriended many people on his team. Its not easy. I'm really getting tired of people dying.
Woke up with another nosebleed today. I'm really getting tired of nosebleeds.
Saturday afternoon I got to hear the Silversun Pickups play an outdoor concert from my back porch. I love living in DC sometimes.
Bought a $100 chef's knife this weekend. I have issues.
I missed the Metro the other day by about 10 seconds. Amazingly enough, there was some old couple who insisted on using the entire escalator to just stand there and go down the thing. Without walking down it. How on earth do you just stand there and look at the escalator? I mean, for good god, the DuPont one will take about 2 minutes, if you just stand there. Now, everybody in their life should miss a train because they just stood on the escalator, and it should serve as a lesson: walk down the damn escalator. And don’t get in the way of me when I’m trying to walk down the thing (this may go back to the original ‘walk like you mean it’ blog). I was about 2 inches from going all Ari Gold on them about how valuable my time is, and how I can’t just wait around for the next train (an aside – I was at the gym, contemplating whether or not to finish out my 30 minutes on the elliptical machine, and decided that I couldn’t go another 6 or 7 minutes, because I needed to get back to work. Ironically, in hindsight, I could have gone those extra minutes, and made the same train I ended up taking, due to this old couple.) And I probably would have, seeing as how I was positively steaming at this point, except there was this cute girl also waiting on the next train, and it probably wouldn’t look good for me to yell at this middle aged couple. So instead I paced violently back and forth, inwardly stewing, until the next train came. I’m sure that made me look a lot better.
There was a wallet stolen in our office today, which also means that there was an magnetic card key to the office stolen. At one point tonight my coworker kind of startled me, first because he called me when I wasn’t expecting, but primarily because he was walking up and down the hallway with a large stick, ready to beat any potential breakers-in. I did about another 30 minutes of work and grabbed my stuff to leave. I love my coworkers.
Since joining the new yuppie gym, I have honestly enjoyed going to the gym again. And I finally figured it out: they use the same air handlers that Vegas Casinos use, to pump extra oxygen or cocaine or whatever into the air, to make you feel better and not want to leave. I need one of those in my office.
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Excited about the Hussey visiting this weekend. We may make the Brockumentary: DC this weekend.
I really wish that I could describe some of the sounds that the old (chicken soup casualty) computer is making. It’s a little odd – kind of like the hydraulics have given out.
I am completely underwater at work right now, but honestly, I am happier right now than I have been since last summer. Thank you to all my friends who have helped me out over these last months, and who have helped keep me away from total meltdown, because I was probably a little too close to it sometimes. Have fun - b
