Saturday, October 11
Friday, October 10
Thursday, October 9
Wednesday, October 8
Tuesday, October 7
Monday, October 6
It's all my fault
I apologize to Boston, the state of Massachusetts, and Red Sox fans everywhere.
I watched the game.
posted @ 11:14 PM |
Down time
For once, I don't have my entire weekend planned, so I slept in (I love sleeping. I can do it all day. I only forced myself to get up because there are movies I want to see). And now I'm doing my time online, but it's going to be a pretty short session because I think everyone else is actually doing stuff -- no e-mail to read, no blogs to catch up on. I have to work this weekend, but I can't decide if I should do several hours each day, or do it all in one concentrated block and get it over with. If I hold true to form, I'll likely do it all in a block on Monday night and curse my stupid, procrastinating self all the while. Ahh, self-knowledge. Ain't it grand?
posted @ 1:43 PM |
Like a whole other country
As you may have surmised, Boston is going crazy with Red Sox fever. For some reason, fans have adopted the phrase "Cowboy Up" as their new motto. Now, I haven't been following the Sox that much (like any good Sox fan, I have my superstitions. They lose when I watch them. If I watch Trading Spaces, they win. I'm sticking with my game plan until the end), so I don't know how this phrase originated. But I am a diligent reporter-type chica, so I asked my friend from Texas what the hell everyone is talking about.
His response? "Cowboy up means pull your shit together, toughen up, do what it takes, fight through the pain, transcend the moment, be great. Generally it means be the man."
Okay, then. Let's cowboy up, folks.
posted @ 10:45 AM |
Looks can be deceiving
Because, really, Sam is a vicious pit bull. Okay, no, he's not. Look at his puppy face! Although, if you tried to take that mega-chewy from him, he would put up a decent fight.
I was forced to put this image up by my roommate. She is also vicious, though not a pit bull.
posted @ 3:23 PM |
Things have never been so swell
I finally purchased a copy of Nirvana, and as I hoped/feared, I am enjoying it immensely. I will admit that when Nirvana was first popular (you know, when I was young), I didn't like them because, well, because everyone else did. (You may not have noticed, but I can be a little immature at times. This resentment of things that everyone else deems "amazing" has also led to a lifelong hatred of anything touched by Woody Allen and the movie The Usual Suspects.)
Perhaps I'm only now ready for Nirvana. I've found myself liking angry music more and more in my dotage, and I'm confounded as to why. I was a fairly angry teen (though that anger lent itself to causes like feminism, animal rights, and rooting for any doomed-to-fail Democrat running for office), but my friends tended to think me more bitter than pissed off. I'm still bitter (and still pissed off), but I don't think you can truly understand impotent rage until you have to go to work every single f-ing day. (Okay, and driving in Boston traffic helps, too.)
posted @ 1:44 PM |
The hostess with the ...
Completely empty refrigerator. Yup, that's right, I finally got a member of my family to come to The City and stay with me, and I was totally unprepared. We ordered out for pizza (but it was from Bella Luna, so you know that was a good time) and watched the Trading Spaces 100 Grand. It was strange but nice -- it was my older sister (by five years) and typically I go to her house for things (because, well, she has her own house, people). She cooks and makes sure there are "appetizers" and dessert (she makes a kick-ass oatmeal scotchie). The whole experience made me feel ... grown-up, yet at the same time, unprepared for such adult activities. It wasn't until Jen commented on how nice my sister was that it really hit me: I don't fight with my sisters anymore (okay, not much anyway). We've reached that elusive stage where we've become ... friends.
That's some freaky shit, people. Don't let it happen to you.
posted @ 2:19 PM |
The end of an era
Congratulations, Biz. Don't forget to write.
posted @ 4:12 PM |
Red Sox Rule
Was Lowe trying to kill me? What a game. What a team.
Those are my boys.
posted @ 8:35 AM |
And now for something completely different
I'm having a hard time readjusting to a non-blogger-based world, i.e., I'm at work. For those of you who've seen Being John Malkovich (yes, that's where I stole my blog title), this weekend was two days of malkovich-malkovich-malkovich -- just replace "malkovich" with "blog." Luckily, I can have lunch with Stone for a small fix of blogging to ease back into the real world. I'm trying to make this the last of my BloggerCon posts because, really, it's all been done (and done better) by others. And I really need to do some things that are not hypertextualized.
That said, here's quick rundown inside the mind of JenGarrett at BloggerCon:
We still haven't figured out what the power of weblogs are. Gotta work on that.
posted @ 1:48 PM |
Sunday, October 5
Take 2
BloggerCon day 2 had some ... interesting moments. I hit the Blogging 101 session because I wanted to see what newbies are asking (and I can't believe it, but I don't remember what it was like when I was but a young blogging lass, lo, those nine months ago). Then we sat in on some interesting discussion of the technology and use of audioblogging, and then it was Winer's turn to wrap things up. At some point during the last session, we were all led in a sing-along of "Born to Be Wild" accompanied by an accordion. This is not your father's BloggerCon!
I've got lots more thoughts to share (like next year, I would like to see some vendors there ... and I don't care what Dave says, but it was basically "all Radio, all the time" without other providers present), but I have a guest coming so I'll have to post more later. Hopefully.
posted @ 7:27 PM |
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