During my Christmas holiday vacation in Florida, and after I missed by flight because so many people called in sick, my sister and I went to see Meet the Fockers. It was pretty damn funny. Dustin and Barbara were hillarious. Well worth to see.
Taylor, Keri and I went to see Closer during my two day tour to Atlanta. That was good as well. Natalie Portman didn't talk in the same mechanical voice that she usually does. And she actually got down and dirty, playing a stripper which was kind of odd to see Luke and Lea's mom swinging from a pole. I tried to talk them to go see Finding Neverland and we probably would've if we didn't miss it by ten minutes or if Taylor was hell bent on not seeing Fairies flying around, in which I repeatedly tried to explain to him that there are NO FAIRIES!! But that's okay.
Doggie Daycare is still in the brains...will have to talk more about that later. This weekend I may be going up to Arkansas and see what the gang is doing up there.
Nothing more to say than I hope this New Year will be much better.
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
You Gotta Love Greg
Okay...I know...I've been veering from my main Movie quotation theme. I can't help it lately. I've been a very angry person. Speaking of movies. I think I saw my favorite movie of all time...that would have to be Finding Neverland with Johnny Depp. It was so beautifully made. And No...there are no socerers flying around and bull shit like that, Taylor Brown. I remember when they filmed Edward Scissorhands in Lakeland and me and my friends would skip school to go see good ol Johnny. That was pretty cool. That was right around the time when they were filming a lot of movies in Polk County (My Girl, China Moon, and some other shit). And apparently he still visits to go hunting. Anyways, that movie was marvelous.
I saw P.S. as well this past weekend and I have to say...Topher Grace was pretty hot in the movie. A little on the skinny side but he was still cute. Although, I kept on picturing him as Eric Foreman. Such ashame that this is his last season on that show...I wonder what they're going to do.
I saw P.S. as well this past weekend and I have to say...Topher Grace was pretty hot in the movie. A little on the skinny side but he was still cute. Although, I kept on picturing him as Eric Foreman. Such ashame that this is his last season on that show...I wonder what they're going to do.
Friday, November 19, 2004
One, Two, Three, Four - WE DON'T WANT YOUR SUPERSTORE!!!
Ban Wal-Mart!!!!!
Please read this site: it has very interesting points about Corporate America giant WalMart:
http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/shows/walmart/
Please read this site: it has very interesting points about Corporate America giant WalMart:
http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/pages/frontline/shows/walmart/
Thursday, November 18, 2004
BEN STEIN'S LAST COLUMN
For many years Ben Stein has written a biweekly column for
the on-line web site called "Monday Night At Morton's", from
that famous restaurant which was often frequented by
Hollywood Stars. Now, Ben is terminating the column to move
on to other things in his life. Reading his final column
about our military and other priceless people is worth a few
minutes of your time because it praises the most unselfish
among us; our military personnel, others who protect us daily
and portrays a valuable lesson learned in his life.
Ben Stein's Last Column...
How Can Someone Who Lives in Insane Luxury Be a Star in
Today's World?
As I begin to write this, I "slug" it, as we writers say,
which means I put a heading on top of the document to
identify it. This heading is "eonlineFINAL," and it gives me
a shiver to write it. I have been doing this column for so
long that I cannot even recall when I started. I loved
writing this column so much for so long I came to believe it
would never end. It worked well for a long time, but
gradually, my changing as a person and the world's change
have overtaken it.
On a small scale, Morton's, while better than ever, no longer
attracts as many stars as it used to. It still brings in the
rich people in droves and definitely some stars. I saw Samuel
L. Jackson there a few days ago, and we had a nice visit, and
right before that, I saw and had a splendid talk with Warren
Beatty in an elevator, in which we agreed that Splendor in
the Grass was a super movie. But Morton's is not the star
galaxy it once was, though it probably will be again.
Beyond that, a bigger change has happened. I no longer think
Hollywood stars are terribly important. They are uniformly
pleasant, friendly people, and they treat me better than I
deserve to be treated. But a man or woman who makes a huge
wage for memorizing lines and reciting them in front of a
camera is no longer my idea of a shining star we should all
look up to
How can a man or woman who makes an eight-figure wage and
lives in insane luxury really be a star in today's world, if
by a "star" we mean someone bright and powerful and
attractive as a role model? Real stars are not riding around
in the backs of limousines or in Porsches or getting trained
in yoga or Pilates and eating only raw fruit while they have
Vietnamese girls do their nails. They can be interesting,
nice people, but they are not heroes to me any longer.
A real star is the soldier of the 4th Infantry Division who
poked his head into a hole on a farm near Tikrit, Iraq. He
could have been met by a bomb or a hail of AK-47 bullets.
Instead, he faced an abject Saddam Hussein and the gratitude
of all of the decent people of the world. A real star is the
U.S. soldier who was sent to disarm a bomb next to a road
north of Baghdad. He approached it, and the bomb went off and
killed him. A real star, the kind who haunts my memory night
and day, is the U.S. soldier in Baghdad who saw a little girl
playing with a piece of unexploded ordnance on a street near
where he was guarding a station. He pushed her aside and
threw himself on it just as it exploded. He left a family
desolate in California and a little girl alive in Baghdad.
The stars who deserve media attention are not the ones who
have lavish weddings on TV but the ones who patrol the
streets of Mosul even after two of their buddies were
murdered and their bodies battered and stripped for the sin
of trying to protect Iraqis from terrorists. We put couples
with incomes of $100 million a year on the covers of our
magazines.
The noncoms and officers who barely scrape by on military pay
but stand on guard in Afghanistan and Iraq and on ships and
in submarines and near the Arctic Circle are anonymous as
they live and die.
I am no longer comfortable being a part of the system that
has such poor values, and I do not want to perpetuate those
values by pretending that who is eating at Morton's is a big
subject. There are plenty of other stars in the American
firmament....the policemen and women who go off on patrol in
South Central and have no idea if they will return alive. The
orderlies and paramedics who bring in people who have been in
terrible accidents and prepare them for surgery, the teachers
and nurses who throw their whole spirits into caring for
autistic children, the kind men and women who work in
hospices and in cancer wards. Think of each and every
fireman who was running up the stairs at the World Trade
Center as the towers began to collapse.
Now you have my idea of a real hero. We are not responsible
for the operation of the universe, and what happens to us is
not terribly important.
God is real, not a fiction, and when we turn over our lives
to Him, he takes far better care of us than we could ever do
for ourselves. In a word, we make ourselves sane when we
fire ourselves as the directors of the movie of our lives and
turn the power over to Him.
I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only
one that matters. This is my highest and best use as a human.
I can put it another way. Years ago, I realized I could never
be as great an actor as Olivier or as good a comic as Steve
Martin....or Martin Mull or Fred Willard - or as good an
economist as Samuelson or Friedman or as good a writer as
Fitzgerald. Or even remotely close to any of them. But I
could be a devoted father to my son, husband to my wife and,
above all, a good son to the parents who had done so much
for me. This came to be my main task in life. I did it
moderately well with my son, pretty well with my wife and
well indeed with my parents (with my sister's help). I cared
for and paid attention to them in their declining years. I
stayed with my father as he got sick, went into extremis and
then into a coma and then entered immortality with my sister
and me reading him the Psalms.
This was the only point at which my life touched the lives of
the soldiers in Iraq or the firefighters in New York. I came
to realize that life lived to help others is the only one
that matters and that it is my duty, in return for the lavish
life God has devolved upon me, to help others He has placed
in my path. This is my highest and best use as a human.>
By Ben Stein
the on-line web site called "Monday Night At Morton's", from
that famous restaurant which was often frequented by
Hollywood Stars. Now, Ben is terminating the column to move
on to other things in his life. Reading his final column
about our military and other priceless people is worth a few
minutes of your time because it praises the most unselfish
among us; our military personnel, others who protect us daily
and portrays a valuable lesson learned in his life.
Ben Stein's Last Column...
How Can Someone Who Lives in Insane Luxury Be a Star in
Today's World?
As I begin to write this, I "slug" it, as we writers say,
which means I put a heading on top of the document to
identify it. This heading is "eonlineFINAL," and it gives me
a shiver to write it. I have been doing this column for so
long that I cannot even recall when I started. I loved
writing this column so much for so long I came to believe it
would never end. It worked well for a long time, but
gradually, my changing as a person and the world's change
have overtaken it.
On a small scale, Morton's, while better than ever, no longer
attracts as many stars as it used to. It still brings in the
rich people in droves and definitely some stars. I saw Samuel
L. Jackson there a few days ago, and we had a nice visit, and
right before that, I saw and had a splendid talk with Warren
Beatty in an elevator, in which we agreed that Splendor in
the Grass was a super movie. But Morton's is not the star
galaxy it once was, though it probably will be again.
Beyond that, a bigger change has happened. I no longer think
Hollywood stars are terribly important. They are uniformly
pleasant, friendly people, and they treat me better than I
deserve to be treated. But a man or woman who makes a huge
wage for memorizing lines and reciting them in front of a
camera is no longer my idea of a shining star we should all
look up to
How can a man or woman who makes an eight-figure wage and
lives in insane luxury really be a star in today's world, if
by a "star" we mean someone bright and powerful and
attractive as a role model? Real stars are not riding around
in the backs of limousines or in Porsches or getting trained
in yoga or Pilates and eating only raw fruit while they have
Vietnamese girls do their nails. They can be interesting,
nice people, but they are not heroes to me any longer.
A real star is the soldier of the 4th Infantry Division who
poked his head into a hole on a farm near Tikrit, Iraq. He
could have been met by a bomb or a hail of AK-47 bullets.
Instead, he faced an abject Saddam Hussein and the gratitude
of all of the decent people of the world. A real star is the
U.S. soldier who was sent to disarm a bomb next to a road
north of Baghdad. He approached it, and the bomb went off and
killed him. A real star, the kind who haunts my memory night
and day, is the U.S. soldier in Baghdad who saw a little girl
playing with a piece of unexploded ordnance on a street near
where he was guarding a station. He pushed her aside and
threw himself on it just as it exploded. He left a family
desolate in California and a little girl alive in Baghdad.
The stars who deserve media attention are not the ones who
have lavish weddings on TV but the ones who patrol the
streets of Mosul even after two of their buddies were
murdered and their bodies battered and stripped for the sin
of trying to protect Iraqis from terrorists. We put couples
with incomes of $100 million a year on the covers of our
magazines.
The noncoms and officers who barely scrape by on military pay
but stand on guard in Afghanistan and Iraq and on ships and
in submarines and near the Arctic Circle are anonymous as
they live and die.
I am no longer comfortable being a part of the system that
has such poor values, and I do not want to perpetuate those
values by pretending that who is eating at Morton's is a big
subject. There are plenty of other stars in the American
firmament....the policemen and women who go off on patrol in
South Central and have no idea if they will return alive. The
orderlies and paramedics who bring in people who have been in
terrible accidents and prepare them for surgery, the teachers
and nurses who throw their whole spirits into caring for
autistic children, the kind men and women who work in
hospices and in cancer wards. Think of each and every
fireman who was running up the stairs at the World Trade
Center as the towers began to collapse.
Now you have my idea of a real hero. We are not responsible
for the operation of the universe, and what happens to us is
not terribly important.
God is real, not a fiction, and when we turn over our lives
to Him, he takes far better care of us than we could ever do
for ourselves. In a word, we make ourselves sane when we
fire ourselves as the directors of the movie of our lives and
turn the power over to Him.
I came to realize that life lived to help others is the only
one that matters. This is my highest and best use as a human.
I can put it another way. Years ago, I realized I could never
be as great an actor as Olivier or as good a comic as Steve
Martin....or Martin Mull or Fred Willard - or as good an
economist as Samuelson or Friedman or as good a writer as
Fitzgerald. Or even remotely close to any of them. But I
could be a devoted father to my son, husband to my wife and,
above all, a good son to the parents who had done so much
for me. This came to be my main task in life. I did it
moderately well with my son, pretty well with my wife and
well indeed with my parents (with my sister's help). I cared
for and paid attention to them in their declining years. I
stayed with my father as he got sick, went into extremis and
then into a coma and then entered immortality with my sister
and me reading him the Psalms.
This was the only point at which my life touched the lives of
the soldiers in Iraq or the firefighters in New York. I came
to realize that life lived to help others is the only one
that matters and that it is my duty, in return for the lavish
life God has devolved upon me, to help others He has placed
in my path. This is my highest and best use as a human.>
By Ben Stein
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
"Don't be a guy. The world is full of guys. Be a Man!"
Say Anything - Corey speaking to Lloyd Dobbler
Okay...I'm such a goober head. I went to freaking Seattle and didn't even use a quote from my most favorite movie in the world...coming a close second is Goonies.
Seattle was great. The weather was great. Went to Oregon and that was beautiful...although Portland was very different than expected. Lot's of homeless people everywhere. And from what Tommy has told me, the city practically caters to Homeless people, soup kitchens on every corner and such. On my drive back to Seattle I decided to stop by Astoria...the home of the Goonies. It was awesome. I saw the house, the fishing docks, the jail, and probably others. It almost brought tears to my eyes. As a child I wanted to be a Goonie so bad!! I had a crush on Mouth and I still watch the movie. If you haven't already, it is a MUST SEE to watch the Cast and Director Commentary on the DVD. It's hillarious.
Okay...I'm such a goober head. I went to freaking Seattle and didn't even use a quote from my most favorite movie in the world...coming a close second is Goonies.
Seattle was great. The weather was great. Went to Oregon and that was beautiful...although Portland was very different than expected. Lot's of homeless people everywhere. And from what Tommy has told me, the city practically caters to Homeless people, soup kitchens on every corner and such. On my drive back to Seattle I decided to stop by Astoria...the home of the Goonies. It was awesome. I saw the house, the fishing docks, the jail, and probably others. It almost brought tears to my eyes. As a child I wanted to be a Goonie so bad!! I had a crush on Mouth and I still watch the movie. If you haven't already, it is a MUST SEE to watch the Cast and Director Commentary on the DVD. It's hillarious.
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
"Matty...It's Thriller!"
~Jennifer Garner "13 Going on 30"
So, one day I'm going to go through my blog and format all of my entries so they will be consistent.
Right now I'm up in Seattle. The weather is absolutely beautiful. It's rained only one day and the skies have been a pretty blue. You can see Mt. Rainier so clearly from here. The streets are lined with fall leaves and everyone seems ready for Halloween. I went to Cafe Ladro and met a guy there...Spencer was his name. He worked behind the counter. Of course my definition of meeting a guy and my friend Carol's definition of "Meeting" a guy are two totally different things. God bless her...she's a whore. Not that she sleeps with men for money...maybe for a good grade, but never for money. Love her to death and she would stand by her friends no matter what. But, she's our slutty friend Carol.
I took Ernie up to Arkansas so Laurel and Tory (my friends at Doggie Daycare) can take care of him for a week. Yes...that's right...I drove 5 hours for a dog sitter. It may have been cheaper just to bring him with me but in a way I wanted to go up to Arkansas and see them...Keri before you speak...correction...to see "him". But I know I won't see him. That's okay. I was happy to see Laurel and Ann. I got there and as soon as I got off my exit. My heart skipped a beat. What if he's working. I knew he wasn't working. But what if some strange moment in the universe happened to where he had to work. I wasn't prepared. Kind of like the way you always seem to look like total shit when you run into your exes while getting your morning coffee and newspaper. I quickly reached for my face powder and lipstick and slapped that shit on. And as I got closer and closer to Doggie Daycare I calmed down and came to my senses. Of course he's not working. Lady Luck is never on my side...NEVER ON MY SIDE!!!
Well, I always try to tie in my Blog Titles with what my submission would be about and I have yet to do that. I'm suppose to see my friend Tommy tomorrow. I haven't seen him since Graduation...high school graduation. So about 10 years now. We were really good friends in Junior High...he was my phone-a-friend...no...not the kind like on Who Wants to be a millionaire...the kind you spoke to you at school and then at night for hours upon hours. Speaking of hopes, dreams and fears...parents and if you could steal your best friend's mom's car where would you go? Burger King? Conversation was never a problem...from what I remember. But I try to block Junior High out as much as possible. Not that the entire experience was traumatizing...more materialistic...no...that's not the word I'm looking for. You think your life is going in one direction and then another and all the while you think something is so important and you look back and you can't figure our for the life of you why you had to be so freakin dramatic about it. Of course, high school hits and then you start making new friends, being even more dramatic, trying to figure out the real you...something I'm still struggling with. I think all of us are. But then the real you is just a replication of what you thought you wanted to be you...never yourself.
In a way, I really haven't seen him since I was 13...and I'm close to being 30. Thus the movie title 13 going on 30. Years just keep on flying by. I look at my family and wonder if it's time for me to procreate...at a brief moment I say yes and then I come to my senses...HELL NO!
So, one day I'm going to go through my blog and format all of my entries so they will be consistent.
Right now I'm up in Seattle. The weather is absolutely beautiful. It's rained only one day and the skies have been a pretty blue. You can see Mt. Rainier so clearly from here. The streets are lined with fall leaves and everyone seems ready for Halloween. I went to Cafe Ladro and met a guy there...Spencer was his name. He worked behind the counter. Of course my definition of meeting a guy and my friend Carol's definition of "Meeting" a guy are two totally different things. God bless her...she's a whore. Not that she sleeps with men for money...maybe for a good grade, but never for money. Love her to death and she would stand by her friends no matter what. But, she's our slutty friend Carol.
I took Ernie up to Arkansas so Laurel and Tory (my friends at Doggie Daycare) can take care of him for a week. Yes...that's right...I drove 5 hours for a dog sitter. It may have been cheaper just to bring him with me but in a way I wanted to go up to Arkansas and see them...Keri before you speak...correction...to see "him". But I know I won't see him. That's okay. I was happy to see Laurel and Ann. I got there and as soon as I got off my exit. My heart skipped a beat. What if he's working. I knew he wasn't working. But what if some strange moment in the universe happened to where he had to work. I wasn't prepared. Kind of like the way you always seem to look like total shit when you run into your exes while getting your morning coffee and newspaper. I quickly reached for my face powder and lipstick and slapped that shit on. And as I got closer and closer to Doggie Daycare I calmed down and came to my senses. Of course he's not working. Lady Luck is never on my side...NEVER ON MY SIDE!!!
Well, I always try to tie in my Blog Titles with what my submission would be about and I have yet to do that. I'm suppose to see my friend Tommy tomorrow. I haven't seen him since Graduation...high school graduation. So about 10 years now. We were really good friends in Junior High...he was my phone-a-friend...no...not the kind like on Who Wants to be a millionaire...the kind you spoke to you at school and then at night for hours upon hours. Speaking of hopes, dreams and fears...parents and if you could steal your best friend's mom's car where would you go? Burger King? Conversation was never a problem...from what I remember. But I try to block Junior High out as much as possible. Not that the entire experience was traumatizing...more materialistic...no...that's not the word I'm looking for. You think your life is going in one direction and then another and all the while you think something is so important and you look back and you can't figure our for the life of you why you had to be so freakin dramatic about it. Of course, high school hits and then you start making new friends, being even more dramatic, trying to figure out the real you...something I'm still struggling with. I think all of us are. But then the real you is just a replication of what you thought you wanted to be you...never yourself.
In a way, I really haven't seen him since I was 13...and I'm close to being 30. Thus the movie title 13 going on 30. Years just keep on flying by. I look at my family and wonder if it's time for me to procreate...at a brief moment I say yes and then I come to my senses...HELL NO!
Friday, September 24, 2004
"Bueller...Bueller...Bueller?"
Well, it's the end of September...already. Time has flown by so fast. Just the other day I was on a flight to Arkansas...which just amazes me that that was July 19th that happened. My where does time go? When I was talking to Tory that night he had mentioned something that made me speechless beyond belief. Can you imagine?? ME...SPEECHLESS??!! Well, yeah I was. He said something about going to Disney World when he was 11 yrs old...and then he mentioned the year he was 11...which was 1994!!! What the FUCK!! 1994??!!! I was at Disney world too in 1994 but I was attending Grad Nite getting high in the Haunted Mansion Ride. Also...on the other end of 1994 I was starting college at Clemson...once again getting High...but this time in my dorm room.
Friday, September 10, 2004
"Come on Dad, this is stupid. You're going to fall into the Bar-B-Q
~Mox, Varsity Blues
So I threw a going away party for Ernie. It was great. A lot of people showed up. It was the strangest mix of people. People from work...people from the hotel...people from Doggie Daycare. Everyone was there. A reporter showed up and a photographer. And get this...we made the local news. How awesome is that!!!
If you look up http://www.nwanews.com/dailyrecord/story_searchresults.phpstoryid=8490&storydb=BCDRstories2004
If that doesn't work just go on nwanews.com and search for "Ernie Dulay"
What made the night was that the kid showed up at the party. I was pleasantly surprised because I thought he had a softball game that night and couldn't come. He did have a game but he dropped by for a few minutes. I on the other hand decided to go to see his game. Very ballsy of me. Keri had to give me words of encouragement. I felt so stupid sitting there in the stands just like the stalker I am. But I did it because it was my last night here and I said "What the hell."
After the game we talked for a very long time...after midnight I believe. It was nice to have a decent conversation with someone for once. And I learned a lot about him. He has one of those "Extreme Makeover Home Edition" stories...the story that makes you cry within 5 minutes of the show. He is so appreciative of everything he has and he is such a nice person. All I can say is...why didn't I do this earlier???? Why didn't I talk to him when there was time??? As Keri would say, "Hind sight is always 20/20". But then again, I can not compete with Jesus. He is very much a Christian and is very involved with the church and what not...something that I haven't had the calling for. I mean, I make of people for being "Team Jesus". But I guess the life he grew up with, having Faith has helped him deal with his struggles. So I can't fault him for it...at least he's not crack addict or anything.
Well, it's late and I'm tired...and I'm suppose to drive back to Dallas tomorrow. Until then...Arkansas has been a very pleasant surprise and I'm so glad I came here and I'm awfully sad to leave.
Peace out to the Ozarks!
So I threw a going away party for Ernie. It was great. A lot of people showed up. It was the strangest mix of people. People from work...people from the hotel...people from Doggie Daycare. Everyone was there. A reporter showed up and a photographer. And get this...we made the local news. How awesome is that!!!
If you look up http://www.nwanews.com/dailyrecord/story_searchresults.phpstoryid=8490&storydb=BCDRstories2004
If that doesn't work just go on nwanews.com and search for "Ernie Dulay"
What made the night was that the kid showed up at the party. I was pleasantly surprised because I thought he had a softball game that night and couldn't come. He did have a game but he dropped by for a few minutes. I on the other hand decided to go to see his game. Very ballsy of me. Keri had to give me words of encouragement. I felt so stupid sitting there in the stands just like the stalker I am. But I did it because it was my last night here and I said "What the hell."
After the game we talked for a very long time...after midnight I believe. It was nice to have a decent conversation with someone for once. And I learned a lot about him. He has one of those "Extreme Makeover Home Edition" stories...the story that makes you cry within 5 minutes of the show. He is so appreciative of everything he has and he is such a nice person. All I can say is...why didn't I do this earlier???? Why didn't I talk to him when there was time??? As Keri would say, "Hind sight is always 20/20". But then again, I can not compete with Jesus. He is very much a Christian and is very involved with the church and what not...something that I haven't had the calling for. I mean, I make of people for being "Team Jesus". But I guess the life he grew up with, having Faith has helped him deal with his struggles. So I can't fault him for it...at least he's not crack addict or anything.
Well, it's late and I'm tired...and I'm suppose to drive back to Dallas tomorrow. Until then...Arkansas has been a very pleasant surprise and I'm so glad I came here and I'm awfully sad to leave.
Peace out to the Ozarks!
Wednesday, September 01, 2004
"I went this way, he went that way. I said where'd he go? Where'd whooo GOooo??"
~Top Gun
In case you're wondering, I'm still in Arkansas. This weekend is Labor Day and I have somewhat a full schedule. Raawwwb (aka Rob) is driving up from Atlanta this weekend. Friday night we're going to a race...a stock car race. We were invited by Lisa who takes here dog to Doggie Day Care. It will be a bunch of girls who have never been to a race and Rob. I guess I'm mainly going because I've never been and this is my last weekend here so I might as well. It will be fun.
There's this guy at Doggie Daycare whom I've had my eye on since day one. We have a mutual friend that I would like to refer to her as J Lo. Well, J Lo talked to Tori (the guy) and he's so shy that he want's me to ask him out. So on Monday, I chickened out...of course. But I did talk to him for some time when I went to pick up the Ernster. And then Tuesday I was going to ask him out but his co-worker was standing there the entire time, so I didn't. Oh well. I guess it wasn't meant to be...he is only 21 after all.
In case you're wondering, I'm still in Arkansas. This weekend is Labor Day and I have somewhat a full schedule. Raawwwb (aka Rob) is driving up from Atlanta this weekend. Friday night we're going to a race...a stock car race. We were invited by Lisa who takes here dog to Doggie Day Care. It will be a bunch of girls who have never been to a race and Rob. I guess I'm mainly going because I've never been and this is my last weekend here so I might as well. It will be fun.
There's this guy at Doggie Daycare whom I've had my eye on since day one. We have a mutual friend that I would like to refer to her as J Lo. Well, J Lo talked to Tori (the guy) and he's so shy that he want's me to ask him out. So on Monday, I chickened out...of course. But I did talk to him for some time when I went to pick up the Ernster. And then Tuesday I was going to ask him out but his co-worker was standing there the entire time, so I didn't. Oh well. I guess it wasn't meant to be...he is only 21 after all.
Saturday, August 14, 2004
"You know...I'm wundering...wha's in da bag?"
Data - Goonies
So I'm back in Dallas for the weekend. Basically to check on my mail. I had a harsh reality check though when I entered my apartment. First of all, I automatically looked down because usually Ernie greets me at the door. But since he's still in Arkansas he wasn't there to greet me at the door. Second, my apartment SUCKS!!! I left the bed unmade, my left over Mexican Pizza was still sitting on my coffee table, with my cereal that I ate out of my coffee mug from that morning, and my super sized diet Dr. Pepper. I went out side to check on my car. Poor thing, it has a nice little film of pollen and dust and bird shit all over it. This morning I took it to the car wash for a bath.
I have an appointment in an hour to get my hair done. Yes, I waited this long to get my hair done. I was not about to have someone who graduated from WalMart's Beauty School of Hair and Nails to cut my hair. Sorry Charlie, just wasn't going to happen.
I think being in Arkansas has made me realize that I don't want to eat Chicken any more. The Tyson food plant is located there as well. We were driving to lunch on day and one of those big ol' trucks that has the gazillion overweight chickens in wired cages drove by. It was like watching...I don't know what it was like watching. But it was disturbing. Then they tell me that they have an abundance of chicken road kill there because chickens will fall off the trucks and then SMACK!! A Ford Taurus has ended their life. Maybe for the better.
Oh well, I'm back to Arkansas on Sunday and I may be flying out to New York to work on our Sony Account.
I can't wait for Ernie to be a city dog. I just hope he doesn't attack any black people (no offense) while walking down Broadway...or Madison, or Park, or Spring...
So I'm back in Dallas for the weekend. Basically to check on my mail. I had a harsh reality check though when I entered my apartment. First of all, I automatically looked down because usually Ernie greets me at the door. But since he's still in Arkansas he wasn't there to greet me at the door. Second, my apartment SUCKS!!! I left the bed unmade, my left over Mexican Pizza was still sitting on my coffee table, with my cereal that I ate out of my coffee mug from that morning, and my super sized diet Dr. Pepper. I went out side to check on my car. Poor thing, it has a nice little film of pollen and dust and bird shit all over it. This morning I took it to the car wash for a bath.
I have an appointment in an hour to get my hair done. Yes, I waited this long to get my hair done. I was not about to have someone who graduated from WalMart's Beauty School of Hair and Nails to cut my hair. Sorry Charlie, just wasn't going to happen.
I think being in Arkansas has made me realize that I don't want to eat Chicken any more. The Tyson food plant is located there as well. We were driving to lunch on day and one of those big ol' trucks that has the gazillion overweight chickens in wired cages drove by. It was like watching...I don't know what it was like watching. But it was disturbing. Then they tell me that they have an abundance of chicken road kill there because chickens will fall off the trucks and then SMACK!! A Ford Taurus has ended their life. Maybe for the better.
Oh well, I'm back to Arkansas on Sunday and I may be flying out to New York to work on our Sony Account.
I can't wait for Ernie to be a city dog. I just hope he doesn't attack any black people (no offense) while walking down Broadway...or Madison, or Park, or Spring...
Thursday, August 05, 2004
"That's my daawg! That's my dawg!!"
~ Smokey from Friday (After Craig beats up Debo)
Well, I brought Ernie back with me to Arkansas. He's quite enjoying it. He behaved so well on the airplane...even though we did have to drug him up a bit. But even so he did not bark once...except for when we went into the airport...which is all another story. For some reason, my dog does not like people of a certain race. By the time me, Keri and Rob made the mile trek to the ticket counter, Ernie managed to turn every head in the airport with his ferocious growl everytime this certain race would walk by. Okay okay okay...my dog does not like black people. I'm not proud of this trait of his. And I have no idea where in the hell this came from...not from me!
Anyways, he's here now with me in the Wal-Mart mecca of Bentonville, AR. I've signed him up for doggie daycare. They have a doggie cam which you can check him out in the near future...I've just learned that their dog cam is broken. But the link is www.adoggiedaycare.com
It certainly doesn't hurt that some of the guys that work this joint is pretty cute...baby love cute. Meaning I think they're in their early 20s at best. Oh well. Speaking of older women liking younger men...Mary Kate Teterno(??) more like Mary Kate Weirdo, was released from prison the other day. What a freak show. She keeps telling us that she loves Villi. That's just plain sick. Even though I like my men a little young...they still have to be old enough to drink. And even at that age that's pretty bad since boys who are essentially between the ages 21-24 still act like they're 18 and in some cases 16.
Well, I'm still deciding on whether or not to take this job or just shove it. Seeing that I was planning on quitting and just be by Feb of next year. I envy my friend Tommy. I'm not sure if he knows I even have a blog. But he is doing whatever the fuck he wants to. Maybe I'll take up snowboarding...or maybe I'll start my own doggie daycare business.
Until next time...PEACE!!!
Well, I brought Ernie back with me to Arkansas. He's quite enjoying it. He behaved so well on the airplane...even though we did have to drug him up a bit. But even so he did not bark once...except for when we went into the airport...which is all another story. For some reason, my dog does not like people of a certain race. By the time me, Keri and Rob made the mile trek to the ticket counter, Ernie managed to turn every head in the airport with his ferocious growl everytime this certain race would walk by. Okay okay okay...my dog does not like black people. I'm not proud of this trait of his. And I have no idea where in the hell this came from...not from me!
Anyways, he's here now with me in the Wal-Mart mecca of Bentonville, AR. I've signed him up for doggie daycare. They have a doggie cam which you can check him out in the near future...I've just learned that their dog cam is broken. But the link is www.adoggiedaycare.com
It certainly doesn't hurt that some of the guys that work this joint is pretty cute...baby love cute. Meaning I think they're in their early 20s at best. Oh well. Speaking of older women liking younger men...Mary Kate Teterno(??) more like Mary Kate Weirdo, was released from prison the other day. What a freak show. She keeps telling us that she loves Villi. That's just plain sick. Even though I like my men a little young...they still have to be old enough to drink. And even at that age that's pretty bad since boys who are essentially between the ages 21-24 still act like they're 18 and in some cases 16.
Well, I'm still deciding on whether or not to take this job or just shove it. Seeing that I was planning on quitting and just be by Feb of next year. I envy my friend Tommy. I'm not sure if he knows I even have a blog. But he is doing whatever the fuck he wants to. Maybe I'll take up snowboarding...or maybe I'll start my own doggie daycare business.
Until next time...PEACE!!!
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
"How can I forget you...you're the only person I know"
~ Jason Bourne (when Marie tells him he will soon forget about her)
Why is it that the person who you despise the most is the one you cannot forget about?? I admit it...I was desperate at the time. My standards were drastically lowered. I was in need of someone to talk to. But I'm totally over it now. Today I got an email from "He who must not be named". Someone I've managed to push so far back in my mind that I don't even recall any events that happened as even existing. Why would he write after all this time? Why would someone even bother? Boys are strange. They don't make any sense what-so-ever. I skimmed the e-mail and recognized the tone and cadence to be all to familar. I quickly deleted it...it made me sick to my stomach that he was even thinking of me....probably for awhile now (not to sound conceded) but that's what people do in a situation like this...they would think about writing, then actually think about what to write, and then read it and then re-write it, then read it again and then sit there for about an hour debating whether or not to send it. And then after you send it you think about what the other person would say, how they would reply, when they would reply. I don't think I will reply...I wish I never replied.
Why is it that the person who you despise the most is the one you cannot forget about?? I admit it...I was desperate at the time. My standards were drastically lowered. I was in need of someone to talk to. But I'm totally over it now. Today I got an email from "He who must not be named". Someone I've managed to push so far back in my mind that I don't even recall any events that happened as even existing. Why would he write after all this time? Why would someone even bother? Boys are strange. They don't make any sense what-so-ever. I skimmed the e-mail and recognized the tone and cadence to be all to familar. I quickly deleted it...it made me sick to my stomach that he was even thinking of me....probably for awhile now (not to sound conceded) but that's what people do in a situation like this...they would think about writing, then actually think about what to write, and then read it and then re-write it, then read it again and then sit there for about an hour debating whether or not to send it. And then after you send it you think about what the other person would say, how they would reply, when they would reply. I don't think I will reply...I wish I never replied.
Monday, July 26, 2004
If you don't play there's no music. If there's no music they don't dance. If they don't dance they don't kiss and fall in love and I'm history.
-Marty McFly
The OAR concert was AWESOME!!! Matt Nathanson Rocked out and was funny as ever...just wished I could see an entire show with just him playing. Although he didn't have his side kick celloist, Matt Phish. Kinda of disappointed that he wasn't there Matt handed me the set let after they played. Yes! He handed me a set list. I was front row center in the pit. Although I do wish it was standing room only just because the energy of the crowd was dismal because it was a seated room. That sucked because I was standing next to two boys in high school who looked like they have never been to a concert in there lives...and they may be in the closet as well...they had matching t-shirts in which they made themselves. Oh well. They'll learn.
Back to OAR...they were awesome. They need more mic from the sax but they still sounded great. They only played for an hour and a half but that's okay too since I had a flight to catch early the next morning.
I guess this is one of the dilemmias that would face if I moved to Arkansas. The only concerts I would go to would have to be in Little Rock or in Tulsa OK.
Well, the office is emptying out and I must leave...work work work. God I better get a pay raise for this!!!
The OAR concert was AWESOME!!! Matt Nathanson Rocked out and was funny as ever...just wished I could see an entire show with just him playing. Although he didn't have his side kick celloist, Matt Phish. Kinda of disappointed that he wasn't there Matt handed me the set let after they played. Yes! He handed me a set list. I was front row center in the pit. Although I do wish it was standing room only just because the energy of the crowd was dismal because it was a seated room. That sucked because I was standing next to two boys in high school who looked like they have never been to a concert in there lives...and they may be in the closet as well...they had matching t-shirts in which they made themselves. Oh well. They'll learn.
Back to OAR...they were awesome. They need more mic from the sax but they still sounded great. They only played for an hour and a half but that's okay too since I had a flight to catch early the next morning.
I guess this is one of the dilemmias that would face if I moved to Arkansas. The only concerts I would go to would have to be in Little Rock or in Tulsa OK.
Well, the office is emptying out and I must leave...work work work. God I better get a pay raise for this!!!
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
ELLEN: "I think I broke my nose" RUSTY: "I stabbed my brain" AUDREY "I just got my period"
Yep...I'm at the home of low prices...yellow smiley faces...and blue vests...that would be Wally World. It's actually a lot nicer than expected. Maybe it's because eerything is so darn cheap. Food, clothes, drink...heck I can buy a house for under $100K if I wanted to. The area is growing. It's interesting though. You would think it would be desserted with a bunch of red necks with one tooth. But it's not. I guess if you think about it, it is home of one of the largest corporations in america which means they can't be all that stupid. There are more people from everywhere else than Arkansas (San Diego, San Fran, NYC, Dallas, etc). So it's not too bad...although it's not too good either. It's a little above average. It's no New York with the diversity and food, it's no Seattle with the scenery, it's no West palm Beach with the luxury, and it's no Dallas with the...uhmm...with the....with the...baby love??? I think only one person would think that line would be funny.
Well, 5 more weeks (at least).
Well, 5 more weeks (at least).
Friday, July 16, 2004
I Do Not Wear Polyester Hair, Unlike Some People I Know Like Tawaana!
I use to have polyester hair...at one point in my life. But it was definitely a fashion statement. I have short, black, flippy hair and I had platnium blonde weave put in. It was placed in the back beneath all of my hair. I only had about 2 rows of the stuff. It looked pretty hot because all you saw was a little bit of blonde peeking ou from under my hair. So I use to say that quote all the time "I do not wear polyester hair..." but now I can't say that because I did. I only had it in for about a month. It was hard not being about to scrub your entire head when you shampoo it.
I think getting my hair done is like therapy for me. I have to change my hair every so often to break out of the pack. I don't know if I'm trying to be different or if I just enjoy gossiping with my hair dresser, who by the way is absolutely fabulous. His name is Michael and owns Alcheamy salon in Dallas. So if you're ever in the neighborhood give him a call. Well, back to my therapy...getting my hair done is cheaper than therapy. And I've seen a professional therapist and it kind of sucked because he was cute. So I had to stop seeing him. My hair dresser is cute, but he's gay so I don't have to worry about anything. I wish my hair wasn't black, I would do some crazy shit to it. Although I may be bald because of all the chemicals that I would've eventually destroyed all of my hair and and scalp and would leak into my brain and caused major brain damage. Although I think all the drugs I did in high school and college, a year after college, last week...took care of that already.
Greg's hair last night was by far my favorite . He had it short but minus the blonde anything. It was all brown...probably naturally brown. I'm still not digging the side burns though, although I can't really picture him without them. He changes his hair style more than I do.
I think getting my hair done is like therapy for me. I have to change my hair every so often to break out of the pack. I don't know if I'm trying to be different or if I just enjoy gossiping with my hair dresser, who by the way is absolutely fabulous. His name is Michael and owns Alcheamy salon in Dallas. So if you're ever in the neighborhood give him a call. Well, back to my therapy...getting my hair done is cheaper than therapy. And I've seen a professional therapist and it kind of sucked because he was cute. So I had to stop seeing him. My hair dresser is cute, but he's gay so I don't have to worry about anything. I wish my hair wasn't black, I would do some crazy shit to it. Although I may be bald because of all the chemicals that I would've eventually destroyed all of my hair and and scalp and would leak into my brain and caused major brain damage. Although I think all the drugs I did in high school and college, a year after college, last week...took care of that already.
Greg's hair last night was by far my favorite . He had it short but minus the blonde anything. It was all brown...probably naturally brown. I'm still not digging the side burns though, although I can't really picture him without them. He changes his hair style more than I do.
Thursday, July 15, 2004
All My Life I Had To Fight!!!
So I've decided to have all my Blog titles as a quote from a movie...since I do live my life One Movie Quote at a time.
Work has me going to Arkansas for the next two months...Bentonville, AR. Where the hell is Bentonville. The place is suppose to be really nice, up in the mountains. Why couldn't they send me to Seattle or Oregon, or even Southern California. After moving from state to state to state...I have come to the conclusion that the only place I can probably live in would have to be close to the ocean. And for some reason every time I go to California I feel at peace. I wish Rob didn't move from San Diego so soon, otherwise I would've been visiting him every weekend from Phoenix. I think being landlocked is the worse thing that can happen to a person. Just the smell of the ocean and the sound of the waves is amazing. Although it has been said that I do have an Infatuation with water. We were in Vegas and the most spectacular thing there, in my eyes, was the Bellagio Fountain. It was just amazing watching the water dance in synch with the music, from classical music to Frank Sinatra...although the only on I didn't like was the "God Bless America" one or was it that Lee Greenwood song they did. I don't quite remember.
Oh Vegas...so many memories. We went to Treasure Island to watch the pirates fight and in the very beginning we yelled out "HEY YOU GUYS!!!!" as an homage to one of our beloved movies - The Goonies. And I will never forget standing there waiting for the show to start and Taylor starts singing "I don't want no scrub. A scrub is guy who ain't gettin' no lovin' from me". That was also the night I finally had my bowel movement that I waited for the last 2 days. That was such a relief, I was getting worried there for a minute.
Work has me going to Arkansas for the next two months...Bentonville, AR. Where the hell is Bentonville. The place is suppose to be really nice, up in the mountains. Why couldn't they send me to Seattle or Oregon, or even Southern California. After moving from state to state to state...I have come to the conclusion that the only place I can probably live in would have to be close to the ocean. And for some reason every time I go to California I feel at peace. I wish Rob didn't move from San Diego so soon, otherwise I would've been visiting him every weekend from Phoenix. I think being landlocked is the worse thing that can happen to a person. Just the smell of the ocean and the sound of the waves is amazing. Although it has been said that I do have an Infatuation with water. We were in Vegas and the most spectacular thing there, in my eyes, was the Bellagio Fountain. It was just amazing watching the water dance in synch with the music, from classical music to Frank Sinatra...although the only on I didn't like was the "God Bless America" one or was it that Lee Greenwood song they did. I don't quite remember.
Oh Vegas...so many memories. We went to Treasure Island to watch the pirates fight and in the very beginning we yelled out "HEY YOU GUYS!!!!" as an homage to one of our beloved movies - The Goonies. And I will never forget standing there waiting for the show to start and Taylor starts singing "I don't want no scrub. A scrub is guy who ain't gettin' no lovin' from me". That was also the night I finally had my bowel movement that I waited for the last 2 days. That was such a relief, I was getting worried there for a minute.
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
I Podders Unite!!!!
So I have an IPod...I'm such a tech jukie I don't understand where I get it from. Actually I do, from my dad. I swear he buys things just to buy it because it's the latest and greatest. And for some reason my dad has an addiction to purchasing watches? WTF? Watches?? His latest watch is this huge gold shiny thing...he looks like a pimp when he wears it. It's so bling bling that it's embarassing. He has purchased about 10 watches in the past 3 years. But that does include christmas presents and birthday presents that he has given to us children. I just hope that I don't get another watch for my birthday this year.
Jamie just called me and told me to stop pickin' on Mandy Moore...sorry Jamie I hate the Bitch. I don't know why, I have nothing against her personally. She just annoys the hell out of me...her and her fuckin' lisp.
Jamie just called me and told me to stop pickin' on Mandy Moore...sorry Jamie I hate the Bitch. I don't know why, I have nothing against her personally. She just annoys the hell out of me...her and her fuckin' lisp.
Tuesday, July 13, 2004
Spear Britney and Mandy while you're at it
My ears are in so much pain everytime the damn radio station plays that stupid slow song by her. I don't get it....as soon as I hear her electronic voice through my speakers I must immediately change the radio station. I think it has an effect on me when it's on while I'm driving. I suddenly become one with rage. I'm not mad because someone cuts me off on the interstate or someone fails to use their blinker at the appropriate time. I'm freakin' mad because Britney Spears manages to have a crappy-ass song played over the air relentlessly when there are so many other artist out there that have songs that are more "toxic"??
And another person (while I'm on this soap box) I just don't get is Mandy Moore. WHY IS SHE FAMOUS??? I cannot name one song she has sung...or a movie that hasn't flopped in the box office. Her latest album "Covers" is a collection of Cover Songs...what? She couldn't write her own??? Please America, make her 15 minutes of fame be over. And Andy Roddick, please dump her...you would've won Wimbelton this year if you had.
There are, of course, people in the world that are more deserving of fame...like me, Keri, Taylor, Jamie and Rob. We are a sitcom and I'm sure if we were on TV we would be the #1 Watched Show (Sorry Greg). And if you doubt that statement, all you have to do is sit in a room with us for more than five minutes. Actually you don't even have to sit in a room with us, you just have to read our emails. Sample one below:
" From Keri to Rob
Subject: Re: you don't love me anymore...
Date: Thu, 4 Dec 2003 12:00:05 -0500
You left your umbrella in the Stang. Vic gave it to me to give back to
you. And yeah it is ghetto and broke. In fact I have a lovely red puffy
spot under my right eye thanks to your umbrella. I went to the mall last
night and it was starting to rain when I went in. I grabbed your umbrella
instead of mine and off I went. Well I'm browsing in a store and I go to
look for something in my purse. At the exact moment that my head's bent
down your umbrella decides to attack! The handle caught me right on the
cheek bone under my eye. I cried it hurt so bad. Your umbrella is ASSY!"
And another person (while I'm on this soap box) I just don't get is Mandy Moore. WHY IS SHE FAMOUS??? I cannot name one song she has sung...or a movie that hasn't flopped in the box office. Her latest album "Covers" is a collection of Cover Songs...what? She couldn't write her own??? Please America, make her 15 minutes of fame be over. And Andy Roddick, please dump her...you would've won Wimbelton this year if you had.
There are, of course, people in the world that are more deserving of fame...like me, Keri, Taylor, Jamie and Rob. We are a sitcom and I'm sure if we were on TV we would be the #1 Watched Show (Sorry Greg). And if you doubt that statement, all you have to do is sit in a room with us for more than five minutes. Actually you don't even have to sit in a room with us, you just have to read our emails. Sample one below:
" From Keri to Rob
Subject: Re: you don't love me anymore...
Date: Thu, 4 Dec 2003 12:00:05 -0500
You left your umbrella in the Stang. Vic gave it to me to give back to
you. And yeah it is ghetto and broke. In fact I have a lovely red puffy
spot under my right eye thanks to your umbrella. I went to the mall last
night and it was starting to rain when I went in. I grabbed your umbrella
instead of mine and off I went. Well I'm browsing in a store and I go to
look for something in my purse. At the exact moment that my head's bent
down your umbrella decides to attack! The handle caught me right on the
cheek bone under my eye. I cried it hurt so bad. Your umbrella is ASSY!"
Monday, July 12, 2004
Of A Revolution
My friend Ryan is suppose to go with me. I'm just waiting for him to cancel at the last minute. Although he did promise and I did threaten his life if he didn't go. So we'll just have to see. The only thing I don't want to do is meet his parents. I have to pick him up at his parents house. Oh the agony of meeting the parents...although it has been said that parents like me...I guess it's that facade that I present that first 5 minutes of being smart and responsible...oh if they only knew!!!
Luscious Confections
So I have a new nickname at work. We're doing new creative concepts for a chocolate drink and we had to think of names and characters. The name I thought of was Luscious Confections, which pretty much sounds like a porn star name. Needless to say, they didn't use my idea. But everytime I do manage to get my way, which means I have to do a little flirting in the process, they say "Luscious Confections is at it again!". Supposedly there's a T-Shirt in the works.
They did choose a name I said "Quirl" with a Squirrel as a character....which is all too funny because there are only 2 people on this earth that knows the histroy of that name...myself and Keri. And now whomever reads this entry.
"Squirrel" was born our Senior year in college. Keri had long brown hair, which I made her get cut. Well, in order for them to cut it they had to tie her hair up in a pony tail and cut it all at once and then shape it up. Well, she decided to keep her ponytail once they cut it off and she kept in her pocket for most of the day. So everytime someone would comment on how cute her hair cut was, she pulled out her ponytail of hair to show. And someone said that it looked like a squirrel was stuck in her pocket. And thus Squirrel was born. And I will never forget that was the same exact day Baby Love came by the apartment and we (me, Keri and BL) had a couple of drinks and some smokes and sat around and had a hell of a time. We will never ever forget his blue button down shirt with rolled up sleeves. Ahhh...the good ol' days.
They did choose a name I said "Quirl" with a Squirrel as a character....which is all too funny because there are only 2 people on this earth that knows the histroy of that name...myself and Keri. And now whomever reads this entry.
"Squirrel" was born our Senior year in college. Keri had long brown hair, which I made her get cut. Well, in order for them to cut it they had to tie her hair up in a pony tail and cut it all at once and then shape it up. Well, she decided to keep her ponytail once they cut it off and she kept in her pocket for most of the day. So everytime someone would comment on how cute her hair cut was, she pulled out her ponytail of hair to show. And someone said that it looked like a squirrel was stuck in her pocket. And thus Squirrel was born. And I will never forget that was the same exact day Baby Love came by the apartment and we (me, Keri and BL) had a couple of drinks and some smokes and sat around and had a hell of a time. We will never ever forget his blue button down shirt with rolled up sleeves. Ahhh...the good ol' days.
Friday, July 09, 2004
Last Night's CSI
So last night's episode was a re-run but of course what isn't now-a-days. Greg 's screen time was minimal. His hair was kicking with the blonde chunks and he's wearing it a lot longer. His side burns do need to be trimmed up but all in all he was still looking smashing.
I guess I'll tell you that this year's series of CSI was not my favorite. Even though my favorite character, Greg Sanders, did have more lines, his character took a left turn for the worse. He use to smart, funny, wise ass - knows the answer to everything, cocky lab rat who was up in everyone's business. This season he became the insecure, unsure about himself and his brain power. And there was no funny Greg this season. He didn't dance around or play any of his head bangin' music. I miss the old Greg...CSI PLEASE BRING HIM BACK!!!!!!
I guess I'll tell you that this year's series of CSI was not my favorite. Even though my favorite character, Greg Sanders, did have more lines, his character took a left turn for the worse. He use to smart, funny, wise ass - knows the answer to everything, cocky lab rat who was up in everyone's business. This season he became the insecure, unsure about himself and his brain power. And there was no funny Greg this season. He didn't dance around or play any of his head bangin' music. I miss the old Greg...CSI PLEASE BRING HIM BACK!!!!!!
Thursday, July 08, 2004
Supermodel
Since I work in Advertising, we are doing a new ad capaign for a shoe store. We were shifting through head shots for models and picked a few. The designer's layouts call for shots of shoes only and in walks me in my Size 6 Converse All-Stars. He asked me if I would like to model shoes for the ad. Of course the shots will be from mid-calf down but it's still exciting. I have to bring in 4 different pairs of pants and they're sending me to get a pedicure. I'm excited about the pedicure more than anything else. Mainly because I take pride in my toes.
"I mean, you see how picky I am about my shoes and they only go on my feet" - Quote byCher from Clueless
"I mean, you see how picky I am about my shoes and they only go on my feet" - Quote byCher from Clueless
I'm Getting Old...
My friend Jamie sent me his Blog link today (http://wtfjamie.blogspot.com/). And since I do keep a journal of my own, I figured what the hell. This past weekend was Fourth of July and I've finally recovered. My friend Ryan invited me over to a pool party. I invited one of the interns in my company to come with. We had a really good time...from what I remember. I knew good times were to be had when we pulled up in front of the house and I had to rescue someone from parking a car. This guy didn't know how to drive a stick, so I had to jump in the car and park the car for him.
Although, the most interesting story of the night was when Ryan's friend Max told a story about how the last time he smoked weed (he kept on referring it to as "The Incident") was about 5 years ago. To make a long story short, he felt all weird, went in the bathroom and came without touching himself. That was the funniest story I've heard in a while. Although in the back of my mind (well not so far back) I kept on saying in my head "I could totally trump his story with my vibe story". But I didn't tell it. I figured I would save it for another day.
I must be getting old. We started drinking about 4:00 in the afternoon. By the time people started to show up (8'ish) I was already tapped out and passed out on the couch. I woke up around 3 AM and looked around to see no one was there. I'm glad I don't remember anything and I'm glad I passed out. There's no telling what kind of ass I would've been otherwise.
Well, until next time Ryan...we must do this again.
Although, the most interesting story of the night was when Ryan's friend Max told a story about how the last time he smoked weed (he kept on referring it to as "The Incident") was about 5 years ago. To make a long story short, he felt all weird, went in the bathroom and came without touching himself. That was the funniest story I've heard in a while. Although in the back of my mind (well not so far back) I kept on saying in my head "I could totally trump his story with my vibe story". But I didn't tell it. I figured I would save it for another day.
I must be getting old. We started drinking about 4:00 in the afternoon. By the time people started to show up (8'ish) I was already tapped out and passed out on the couch. I woke up around 3 AM and looked around to see no one was there. I'm glad I don't remember anything and I'm glad I passed out. There's no telling what kind of ass I would've been otherwise.
Well, until next time Ryan...we must do this again.
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