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The passion of the journalist
I spent most of my Friday evening on the phone (nothing beats a two-hour interview), and then I trooped home from work with the fruits of my labor (nothing beats a microcassette for screaming Serious Journalist) and a transcriber, so I could spend my Saturday evening listening to my interview again and attempting to put it all into neat quotable chunks. You know, not to be blasphemous or anything, but I think I'd rather pound nails through my hands. Who's with me?
posted @ 10:55 PM |
Playing favorites
J.R. asked what my favorite blog post was. Dude, it's over a year's worth of daily blogging. That's a lot of drivel to wade through to find one of quality. I'm going with this one or this one. Anyone else want to weigh in on the issue?
posted @ 10:01 AM |
Satisfaction guaranteed
Getting my car fixed at my Saturn dealer always feels like a face-lift for my car. They hose it off and vacuum it out, and, as an added bonus, they fix whatever's wrong with it for only 1/2 of my annual salary. So driving my car home last night was a special treat requiring a little of the King to accompany me. My joy was compounded by the fact that they actually found something wrong with my car that was still covered by warranty. I thought they were required by a mechanic's oath to not find the problem until two days after the warranty expired. And to make the whole experience truly worthwhile, I ate at least three Saturn mints while I was waiting. I don't know where they get those mints from, but they are The Best Mints Ever.
posted @ 9:38 AM |
You say it's your birthday?
Today is Leigh's birthday. Yay! Now, neither a lady nor a pony admits her true age, so we'll leave it at that.
And my friend is doing better, so I'm much happier. But, apparently my car is now leaking axle fluid (there's fluid in there?), so that makes me less happy. On the other hand, I did get to beat up the vending machine so Leigh could get her peanut M&Ms and that brought me joy. But, we're on deadline and I've got a lot to do, so that makes me less happy. On the other hand, my friend is doing better, so ...
posted @ 1:31 PM |
Auto focus
Everything seems kind of blurry today. Usually I'm rather proud of my ability to be calm, rational, stoic -- hard-hearted, even. I roll with the punches, as they say, and frequently, I hit back. Hard. But when something surprises me, troubles me, pains me, my typical reaction is no reaction at all. Hard to believe that anything can shut me up, but it's true. So when I most want to find the words to say something, anything, to try to convey even a fraction of what I'm feeling, I can't. A friend of mine is sick; he has known me longer and better than anyone. I could close my eyes anywhere in the world and I would know where he was without looking. But I am far away now and scared. And when he called, I didn't know what to say.
I didn't know what to say when it counted. I don't know what to say still.
posted @ 2:35 PM |
Mad cash
Last night, I received two checks in the mail, neither of them expected. One was a payout on a lawsuit against record industry price fixing (I had totally forgotten that I'd filled something out online 800 years ago), and the other was a credit card refund that I had let sit for too long.
What was really sweet about the CD settlement check ($13.86 of pure free money) was that it came just in time for my first CD purchase of the new year, Melissa Etheridge's latest, Lucky. (I haven't listened to the whole thing yet (my commute isn't that long), but I'm digging it so far. Plus, how could I not love the lyrics to Secret Agent? Oh, the cheesy joy.)
posted @ 1:07 PM |
Riddle me this, Batman
Why does slicing an apple make it taste better?
(And on a related note, why don't I own an apple wedger?)
No apples were harmed in the making of this blog post. And no red apples were eaten, either, because ... eww. It's Granny Smith or nothing, baby.
posted @ 3:23 PM |
A pastiche, or how I learned to surf the internet and gather fan-boys at will
"I need to figure out a substrate I can put EZ cheese on...." Don't we all?
"Why isn't there a way to down load web pages such that graphics download efficiently based on the bandwidth?" Dude, that's what my slow-ass dial-up bitch wants to know.
"Sometimes it's better to be ignored, or just not heard." Exactly.
"Technically, there was a foul line, he said, and pointed to the nail that had been accidentally poured with the cement exactly fifteen feet from our pole, but fouls were for wimps and girls who needed extra points." I resent that. (Okay, not really, as I respect trash-talk in all its many forms. And I just want to talk about basketball some more.)
posted @ 10:33 AM |
The end of an era
Goodbye, girls.
posted @ 11:24 PM |
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