Do I have an angry blog?
If so... do they make some kind of ointment for that?
"I want my vodka on the rocks and the 'rocks' to be made out of pills..."
March 30, 2005
March 24, 2005
Life and Art
Friend: u have to analyze and look i think everyone has arrows
Friend: it is a big picture thing
Me: yeah, true. My big picture is feeling a little Dada-ist
Me: or at least, abstract
Me: maybe more like a finger painting
Friend: splatter :-)
Me: maybe a Jackson Pollack
Me: or a Duchamp - y'know, with the urnal
Friend: it is a big picture thing
Me: yeah, true. My big picture is feeling a little Dada-ist
Me: or at least, abstract
Me: maybe more like a finger painting
Friend: splatter :-)
Me: maybe a Jackson Pollack
Me: or a Duchamp - y'know, with the urnal
March 23, 2005
Plunging Standards
It's a slow day at work today. Having said that... I decided to pass the time this morning by flipping through Yahoo Personal ads, mostly because it makes me feel better about myself. (This is harsh, but it's my damn blog, so I'm being honest. The 5 people who read me would know the truth anyway).
SoI compiled a list of about 16 out of 1100 or so of the men who were relatively human and had some concept of the grammar lessons they learned in school. I loathe poor grammar. I've considered making a grammar/punctuation/spelling test a prerequisite (or "GPS" as they called it at SU, before they stopped making literacy a requirement to get a college education because, apparently, it was too demanding) for conversing with me. Anyway, my co-worker and I have been weeding down through these 16 guys, and are having a grand old time doing so. Unfortunately, I've come to the painful realization that my standards may be sinking... rapidly. To illustrate this, I've included part of our conversation below.
ME: no oh Hyde Park guy?
ME: aside from being 33
ME: which would be 9 years older than me
HER: im reading his right now
ME: he's got a dog in a batman costume
ME: I find that endearing
ME: and all of his hair
ME: and teeth, I think
ME: wow, apparently my standards just became 'not homeless'
I think this might be the result of me really needing to get laid... otherwise, I'm SO screwed!
SoI compiled a list of about 16 out of 1100 or so of the men who were relatively human and had some concept of the grammar lessons they learned in school. I loathe poor grammar. I've considered making a grammar/punctuation/spelling test a prerequisite (or "GPS" as they called it at SU, before they stopped making literacy a requirement to get a college education because, apparently, it was too demanding) for conversing with me. Anyway, my co-worker and I have been weeding down through these 16 guys, and are having a grand old time doing so. Unfortunately, I've come to the painful realization that my standards may be sinking... rapidly. To illustrate this, I've included part of our conversation below.
ME: no oh Hyde Park guy?
ME: aside from being 33
ME: which would be 9 years older than me
HER: im reading his right now
ME: he's got a dog in a batman costume
ME: I find that endearing
ME: and all of his hair
ME: and teeth, I think
ME: wow, apparently my standards just became 'not homeless'
I think this might be the result of me really needing to get laid... otherwise, I'm SO screwed!
March 18, 2005
I Need A Crayon
Everyone else with a blog has cool pictures in it. Maybe I should find a cool picture to put in my blog. Any suggestions?
March 11, 2005
New Car Smell
So, I had this really stupid epiphany while listening to Alanis Morissette on they way to work yesterday...
Yes, I did just write that, and no, I don't mind waiting while you finish laughing and snorting coffee out of your nose...
...
...
Finished? Okay then.
Anyway, so I was listening to an ITunes compilation of Alanis' 6 or 7 decent songs off of something like 3 or 4 albums (complete with artist commentary), and it got me thinking. Jagged Little Pill was my soundtrack as an angst-ridden 16-year-old. I remember lying on my bed, over-identifying with this screaming, angry rocker chick the first time my heart was broken. (In hindsight it was only slightly bruised, but I didn't know that at the time). I can identify exact points in my life through music. Now, I'm not a particularly music-obsessed individual, but play me a song and I can tell you exactly where it puts me in my 'story'. Our Lady Peace Superman's Dead? Freshman year. Incubus Drive? Winter of my Sophomore year. Audioslave? September, 2005. You get the point.
So, yeah, the epiphany. Theoretically, as you grow up, you become wiser and more worldly... life becomes more layered and complex. We are trained to think of our lives and time as directional, going constantly forward. With that being said, it seems only logical that your soundtrack would do the same... considering that (for me, at least) the music is something you identify with at that exact moment in time. Yet here I am... rocking out to Alanis Morissette in my car, 8 years later. Granted, I'm rocking out in my brand-new, self-purchased car on my way to a full-time job to a much more placid, engaged, and earth-bound Alanis, but still. Does this mean that I've made no great strides? Is the idea of 'forward' merely an illusion? Does it mean that I've been running on a treadmill since 16? Is all the personal growth I like to think I've made obsolete? Or does it indicate that life is cyclical... that as far as you think you've gone from where you once were, you will inevitably find yourself back there at some point, with a few alterations. Concentric, repeating, slowly advancing rings instead of a projectile tragectory, hurtling through time.
All of this from Alanis and a cup of coffee. Then again, it could have just been that New Car Smell.
Yes, I did just write that, and no, I don't mind waiting while you finish laughing and snorting coffee out of your nose...
...
...
Finished? Okay then.
Anyway, so I was listening to an ITunes compilation of Alanis' 6 or 7 decent songs off of something like 3 or 4 albums (complete with artist commentary), and it got me thinking. Jagged Little Pill was my soundtrack as an angst-ridden 16-year-old. I remember lying on my bed, over-identifying with this screaming, angry rocker chick the first time my heart was broken. (In hindsight it was only slightly bruised, but I didn't know that at the time). I can identify exact points in my life through music. Now, I'm not a particularly music-obsessed individual, but play me a song and I can tell you exactly where it puts me in my 'story'. Our Lady Peace Superman's Dead? Freshman year. Incubus Drive? Winter of my Sophomore year. Audioslave? September, 2005. You get the point.
So, yeah, the epiphany. Theoretically, as you grow up, you become wiser and more worldly... life becomes more layered and complex. We are trained to think of our lives and time as directional, going constantly forward. With that being said, it seems only logical that your soundtrack would do the same... considering that (for me, at least) the music is something you identify with at that exact moment in time. Yet here I am... rocking out to Alanis Morissette in my car, 8 years later. Granted, I'm rocking out in my brand-new, self-purchased car on my way to a full-time job to a much more placid, engaged, and earth-bound Alanis, but still. Does this mean that I've made no great strides? Is the idea of 'forward' merely an illusion? Does it mean that I've been running on a treadmill since 16? Is all the personal growth I like to think I've made obsolete? Or does it indicate that life is cyclical... that as far as you think you've gone from where you once were, you will inevitably find yourself back there at some point, with a few alterations. Concentric, repeating, slowly advancing rings instead of a projectile tragectory, hurtling through time.
All of this from Alanis and a cup of coffee. Then again, it could have just been that New Car Smell.
March 09, 2005
Go Home We're Closed
Revelation: I'm not nearly as funny as
A) I like to think I am
and
B) Everyone else who has a blog.
There are much wittier blogs floating around out there. Why are you wasting your time here?
I do know this one lawyer joke...
A) I like to think I am
and
B) Everyone else who has a blog.
There are much wittier blogs floating around out there. Why are you wasting your time here?
I do know this one lawyer joke...
Application
Hi, my name is Becky, and today is March 9, 2005. I am hereby putting in a request for a week with no gut-wrenching, tragically sad news. I would greatly appreciate it if my application could be processed as soon as possible, and for it to be effective immediately. I am also requesting an optional extension to two weeks. I do understand that certain service fees will be applied. Thank you very much for your time and consideration.
March 07, 2005
Love Letters
I know, I'm bad. It's been a month and a half since my last confession...
Just kidding.
But seriously, my life has just been so full-to-bursting-at-the-seams lately that I haven't had time to write. Although, in all fairness, I do sit in front of a computer for 40 hours a week. (My my, am I always this wishy-washy?) Anyway... between getting called into the Pub every other day, the liquor promotions and working a full-time job, any attempt at juggling a social life has been quite an adventure of late. My down time has mostly been composed of sleeping, ironing, doing laundry, or cleaning the litterbox. Oh, and picking up my NEW CAR, which I'm absolutely in love with. I'm actually in love with it in a physical, emotional I'd-make-out-with-it-if-it-had-lips kind of way. It had better not cheat on me, like someone else I know.
I'm fully aware that I'm all over the place today, but bear with me. I read this really stupid interview on TV Guide online with Kerri Russell (aka: Felicity) last week, and the requisite, "are you dating anyone?" question was asked. (Can't they think of ANYTHING more interesting to ask her??) She responded by saying something to the effect of, "I'm just really in love with my girlfriends right now", which at the time, I felt was a perfectly stupid cop-out response. However, it got me thinking.
I AM in love with my girlfriends right now. There are no other people on the planet that I am so desperately infatuated with right now. My 4 or 5 closest girlfriends are utterly fascinating to me, and I hold them all in the highest regard. I absolutely can NOT believe the garbage that they've put up with from me in the last few months. I've been whiney, petulant, self-absorbed, miserable, depressing, needy and all-around horrendous. Never mind that every single one of them has had just as much, if not a boat-load more stuff to deal with. Ladies, this is a message - a love letter, if you will - to you all. I love you all sososo much. You are my rocks, and without you, I would have (for no real good reason) drowned.
Just kidding.
But seriously, my life has just been so full-to-bursting-at-the-seams lately that I haven't had time to write. Although, in all fairness, I do sit in front of a computer for 40 hours a week. (My my, am I always this wishy-washy?) Anyway... between getting called into the Pub every other day, the liquor promotions and working a full-time job, any attempt at juggling a social life has been quite an adventure of late. My down time has mostly been composed of sleeping, ironing, doing laundry, or cleaning the litterbox. Oh, and picking up my NEW CAR, which I'm absolutely in love with. I'm actually in love with it in a physical, emotional I'd-make-out-with-it-if-it-had-lips kind of way. It had better not cheat on me, like someone else I know.
I'm fully aware that I'm all over the place today, but bear with me. I read this really stupid interview on TV Guide online with Kerri Russell (aka: Felicity) last week, and the requisite, "are you dating anyone?" question was asked. (Can't they think of ANYTHING more interesting to ask her??) She responded by saying something to the effect of, "I'm just really in love with my girlfriends right now", which at the time, I felt was a perfectly stupid cop-out response. However, it got me thinking.
I AM in love with my girlfriends right now. There are no other people on the planet that I am so desperately infatuated with right now. My 4 or 5 closest girlfriends are utterly fascinating to me, and I hold them all in the highest regard. I absolutely can NOT believe the garbage that they've put up with from me in the last few months. I've been whiney, petulant, self-absorbed, miserable, depressing, needy and all-around horrendous. Never mind that every single one of them has had just as much, if not a boat-load more stuff to deal with. Ladies, this is a message - a love letter, if you will - to you all. I love you all sososo much. You are my rocks, and without you, I would have (for no real good reason) drowned.
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