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This is the information on the show Saturday 8/14 in DC. I will be there, you should be there too.
Band: A.C. Newman
Venue: Black Cat
Tickets: Ticketmaster.com
Fun!
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This is the information on the show Saturday 8/14 in DC. I will be there, you should be there too.
Band: A.C. Newman
Venue: Black Cat
Tickets: Ticketmaster.com
Fun!
This was one of those weekends you wish would never end. One of the best weekends in months.
Made an appointment with the real estate agent in Baltimore for 8/12. I have floor plans and paperwork and will be flying out to look at properties and (if things go well, and how could they not since things have been on the up and up for some time now) I'll pick a place and put through the paperwork. This is a call to my east coast homies...I'll be in Baltimore/DC from 8/11 to 8/15, if I haven't already contacted you, email me, we'll party or dinner or whatever.
Friday night I revelled in having the house to myself. Made dinner, hung out with the puppy, talked to friends, harassed the easily harassed.
Saturday, Lumberjack days with Alan (note to Alan: get a website already so I can link to you. Even the very fatuous have websites, so should you. Think of it as a forum where you can rant about USBank's lack of punctuation and your issues with 35W and 35E). Lumberjack days isn't quite as exciting as it sounds. Mostly, it's a few hours in the sun people watching. They have timbersports (FUN!) but you either have to get there super early to get a seat or you have to stand to the side and not see much. We wandered the streets of Stillwater drinking in the sites ('oh no, did she choose to wear that or did she loose a bet?') and eating ice cream. I made dinner, we relaxed, we watched movies. It was more fun than it sounds.
Today my dad had a big bbq. He looked at the paperwork for the places I am looking at in Baltimore. He was appropriately sad that I was moving, but incredibly supportive in that dad way. He also assured me that I was, in fact, rather charming and that those that didn't agree were probably mildly retarded at best. He's a good dad. I'm still buzzing on the 4 beers I had with dinner and the puppy is passed out from many hours of play with the other dogs.
Sigh. Now the weekend comes to an end and the fun gets shelved. This week I need to really start sorting and packing and getting things moving. Big house party on Saturday, almost everyone's invited. In town? Wanna come? Email me and i'll fill you in on the details.
I promise more coherent postings later in the week. It's hard to be coherent right now, so much going, the light at the end of the tunnel is getting brighter, I hate moving but I love what I am moving to. Exciting.
One of the worst tragedies in life is to lose someone close to you, to have part of your heart rent from your thoracic cavity.
One such recent loss for me recently was when public safety officer Ron left MCAD. Ron was a stand up guy with eerily straight teeth. We spent our fridays fucking around and doing no work at all. Ron was good for a laugh, occasionally producing one that was not at his own expense.
The problem was, Ron thought he was too good for us here at the school and decided (yet again) to strike out for bigger and better things. Ron's now directing traffic during rush hour and covering shifts at the school since it took less than 8 hours for him to realize he'd never cut it as a private dick.
Welcome back, Ron! Thanks for sliding that missing piece back into my heart.
Now can I go get burritos? I'm hungry
THIS is actually the funniest thing from today:
"I:m not homophobic I*m drunk"
And there you have it, folks.
"I'm bored and excessively um...'agitated'...in my swimsuit area"
The world is a crazy place, people. Stop juggernauting once in a while find a little mirth at the side of the road.
I am the most charming person you will ever meet. Seriously. You will never meet a more gracious and charming person than me!
People are charmed by me.
I charm people
I am charming.
Also, Jason is the awesomest guy in any room.
One of the most calming things I do is turn off the outside lights on my house and go sit on the front steps at night and watch the bats fly around. They don't fly like birds, they move like kids on swings. Sometimes gentle, sometimes with intent, but always rhythmically, back and forth.
I can't find the bottle opener. I'm standing in the kitchen screaming, "I just want a beer...and a cigarette....and maybe to get laid. No, just a beer!!!"
Yeah, I finally got the beer open, I had my cigarette. Calm...calm...
It's been an interesting weekend to say the least.
Now if only it would rain.
Later!
It's Friday, payroll day. I bring the completed payroll (I keep typing 'payroll' as 'payrool') and my joyful spirit to the accounting department where we celebrate endlessly my existence. I answer the trivia question, "Who's your hero?" with "Rickie Fitz" which bring makes everyone look at each other sideways and say, "Do you party?" "What?" "Do you PARTY??".
Then everyone asked me if it was time to smoke. I get to be the queen of the accounting office because whenever I have to smoke I go over there and make one of them go outside with me. Only one person in the office smoke, but they all get to take turns (or go as a group) going outside with me as I smoke. During our smoke breaks they tell me their problems, I give advice and everyone is happy. Alas, I started the day with only 4 cigarettes, 2 were smoked on the way to work, one was smoked on a break with another person who got my last cigarette. No smoke break.
So we did the only reasonable thing, Jessie grabbed me and we went to the convenience store and I bought hugely overpriced cigarettes, then over to McDonalds where we picked up food for other people (read my earlier post about not paying for food when you can get it for free) and back to the accounting office.
People got their food and we went out to smoke. First just me and the doyen of accounting went out, he told me his personal issues and i listened intently as i smoked and offered up sage advice and encouragement. Then Jessie came out and I was compelled to have another cigarette and we discussed girl on girl wrestling and THUG LIFE tattoos and hair care.
Then the doyen offered to let me watch him take off his shirt as he changed to go for a walk, I accepted, he got shy. Dammit.
I love the accounting office and they love me (well, except for one person in the accounting office who filed a complaint against me for being flippant, but I think she's gonna get hers real soon). I'm gonna miss them when I go.
Every summer the college I work for hosts high school kids for a couple weeks at a time to do things like learn how to be an artist (there are classes in mismatching your clothes, god-complexing, and ironic rockabilly this year). The kids live on campus and occasionally get busted and sent home for underage drinking.
They also get fed.
The cafeteria is normally closed in the summers, but during these sessions (2 weeks at a time) they open to feed the kids. The kids eat free, staff and faculty not involved in the process pay. Since i am such a kind and gentle soul who helps facilitate cafeteria functions when things break, i also get to eat for free.
Eating for free is good, but the food is bad. So I'm torn. I'm hungry, I want to eat, I don't really want to spend money if I don't have to, but the food sucks. Yesterday I figured salad bar would be a good idea. I was wrong. All of the vegetable (broccoli, chick peas, cherry tomatoes) had the same weird bitter taste. Nothing tasted right. Today the bbq pork sandwich had little to no sauce. The roast beef sandwich the other day wasn't very good either.
Actually, the problem is that everything tastes like a lack of effort and cut corners. It's all cheap, second rate service pack food. There is no love or thought or effort put into anything. Pudding from giant cans, generic miracle whip, oily french dressing.
I hate to complain about something that's free, I really should be more appreciative. Or, more to the point, if I don't like it, I could just go pay for food that was better, but I don't want to. I want to complain, but I'll eat it out of sheer laziness.
The toughest thing ever is when you realize that no matter how much you like a particular person, you can never trust them again. This has been the only dark spot on my otherwise damned fine week. It was just a realization I came to today about someone, it's made me sad, but not terribly so.
Not terribly sad because it can't defeat the DAMNED FINE week i had.
A coworker came into my office with a larger than usual (but not giant) Gladware full of chopped up watermelon. Seems someone in another department had gotten a 60 pound watermelon, discovered she could not eat it and started distributing it.
1) who buys a 60 pound watermelon? More importantly, what is the thought process behind purchasing a 60 pound watermelon? How is it that you are surprised that you cannot consume a 60 pound watermelon?
2) 60 pounds, that's like the size of a 3rd grader, right? Is it wrong to purchase foodstuffs in sizes comparable to our elementary school students?
3) Who grew this watermelon? Did they decide to gorw a large watermelon? did they arrive at 60 pounds for a reason or did they just have an idea of a general size, and it happened to weigh 60 pounds?
4) What makes a watermelon get to 60 pounds? Aliens? Miracle Grow? The gift of everlasting salvation from jesus? Do I want to consume any of these things?
5) I've never been one to buy into the theory that a seed consumed will cause a plant to grow in my abdomen. I am aware of diverticulitis, however. I still consume the seeds of the watermelon as I feel that with the remarkable advances of science, diverticulitis can be cured quickly and easily.
6) If carefully carved and emptied, could the shell of a 60 pound watermelon be transformed into an eco-friendly 'soap-box' derby racer? Would you get a smaller 2nd grader to act as your pilot?