It makes me sad that "drink specials" in NYC are $10 pitchers of Bud Light.
It's 4:10 PM here, and it's Friday, and I should be drinking. :(
Friday, March 31, 2006
Yo-J
Does anyone remember Yo-J? It was like juice, but also like yogurt. I remember liking it.
I notice that I remember liking a lot of things from my childhood, but once I experience them again, my illusion is shattered.
Examples:
* Clarissa Explains It All
* Barbies
* Grape soda
* Glow-worm
* My Little Ponies
There are also things that are just as good as I remember them, if not better.
* PeeWee's Playhouse
* Fraggle Rock
* Those long thin popsicles that you get in boxes of 8 million that come in flavors of purple, red, and heaven
* McDonald's birthday cake (I haven't actually had this in the last decade or so, but those sugar decorations will always be fabulous)
* Late-night soft-core porn
* Muppets
I notice that I remember liking a lot of things from my childhood, but once I experience them again, my illusion is shattered.
Examples:
* Clarissa Explains It All
* Barbies
* Grape soda
* Glow-worm
* My Little Ponies
There are also things that are just as good as I remember them, if not better.
* PeeWee's Playhouse
* Fraggle Rock
* Those long thin popsicles that you get in boxes of 8 million that come in flavors of purple, red, and heaven
* McDonald's birthday cake (I haven't actually had this in the last decade or so, but those sugar decorations will always be fabulous)
* Late-night soft-core porn
* Muppets
Feel my muscle. No, feel it.
I joined a gym on Wednesday, for several reasons.
* They are ingenious marketers. I went to their website (Crunch) and entered to win a free membership. However, I did not ask to get info on joining. The next day I get a phone call "Congratulations you have won a free membership!" It turns out I need to go to the gym to scratch off a card to see how long my free membership is. This got me thinking, so I went back to their website, and lo and behold (who says lo and behold?! apparently me.) everyone wins a free membership. Most of them are for a week, but they can go up to a year. So, I walk into the gym to "claim my prize" knowing that it is a ruse. Remember that.
As I'm filling out the requisite mother's-maiden-name, favorite-childhood-toy, best-sexual-position-in-a-bathroom form, Colin approaches me. He is very chatty, almost forcibly so. He takes me back to his desk where he tries to get me excited about winning the contest. I say to Colin, "Colin, I'm on to you. I know it's a ruse. I'm smarter than you think I am, so stop talking down to me and get me a Diet Coke," or something similar. He laughs and says that I should just scratch off my damn card. I do, and win a free week (which is actually losing, in this ruse-of-a-game). He decides that this means he should give me a tour. I agree, but only for reason 2 listed below.
The gym was good. It had gym-type machines, and fit-type people which is pretty much all I expect in a gym. Also it had that wonderful gym smell. It's a clever mix of sweat, cleaning supplies, energy, and hatred. I'd buy it in a glade candle. They also have a boxing ring. If I had a nickel for every time I've felt the need for a boxing ring... um...
So, we end the tour, and we sit down to talk prices. Keep in mind, I still feel smart because I have figured them out. To make a long story short, I have now committed to a one-year membership and 20 personal training sessions. This was, in Pete's words: "an orgy of bad judgment." But like Colin and Rob and every one of their cult-like sales people said, this is an investment in Me. Whatever, I fell for their marketing. I even fell beyond their marketing.
Colin: "You should get 10 personal training sessions."
Rob: "Or 15."
Lindsey: "Okay, I'll get 20. Can I get a t-shirt too?"
My personal trainer's name is Richard. His chest is quite wide and he is very tall. When he found out he was my trainer he looked me up and down and got an evil smile on his face, like he was envisioning the pain he was going to put me through. I believe that he is a sadist.
Now what was I talking about? Oh yeah, reasons my gym rocks.
* Chris Meloni goes to my gym. He does. My roommate saw him there. This may be the motivation I need to work out.
* http://www.crunch.com/downloads/index.asp Check out the commercials on the bottom. (Sidenote-how do I do the hyperlink thing?)
* The walls are crazy colors, like purple and red. It's like the 80's, but with more sweat. (I know, how could there be more sweat than the 80's?! There just is, my friend. There just is.)
* I am signed up for a full year, so I need to feel that it's awesome to justify my money-spending. Yay for self-delusion.
* They are ingenious marketers. I went to their website (Crunch) and entered to win a free membership. However, I did not ask to get info on joining. The next day I get a phone call "Congratulations you have won a free membership!" It turns out I need to go to the gym to scratch off a card to see how long my free membership is. This got me thinking, so I went back to their website, and lo and behold (who says lo and behold?! apparently me.) everyone wins a free membership. Most of them are for a week, but they can go up to a year. So, I walk into the gym to "claim my prize" knowing that it is a ruse. Remember that.
As I'm filling out the requisite mother's-maiden-name, favorite-childhood-toy, best-sexual-position-in-a-bathroom form, Colin approaches me. He is very chatty, almost forcibly so. He takes me back to his desk where he tries to get me excited about winning the contest. I say to Colin, "Colin, I'm on to you. I know it's a ruse. I'm smarter than you think I am, so stop talking down to me and get me a Diet Coke," or something similar. He laughs and says that I should just scratch off my damn card. I do, and win a free week (which is actually losing, in this ruse-of-a-game). He decides that this means he should give me a tour. I agree, but only for reason 2 listed below.
The gym was good. It had gym-type machines, and fit-type people which is pretty much all I expect in a gym. Also it had that wonderful gym smell. It's a clever mix of sweat, cleaning supplies, energy, and hatred. I'd buy it in a glade candle. They also have a boxing ring. If I had a nickel for every time I've felt the need for a boxing ring... um...
So, we end the tour, and we sit down to talk prices. Keep in mind, I still feel smart because I have figured them out. To make a long story short, I have now committed to a one-year membership and 20 personal training sessions. This was, in Pete's words: "an orgy of bad judgment." But like Colin and Rob and every one of their cult-like sales people said, this is an investment in Me. Whatever, I fell for their marketing. I even fell beyond their marketing.
Colin: "You should get 10 personal training sessions."
Rob: "Or 15."
Lindsey: "Okay, I'll get 20. Can I get a t-shirt too?"
My personal trainer's name is Richard. His chest is quite wide and he is very tall. When he found out he was my trainer he looked me up and down and got an evil smile on his face, like he was envisioning the pain he was going to put me through. I believe that he is a sadist.
Now what was I talking about? Oh yeah, reasons my gym rocks.
* Chris Meloni goes to my gym. He does. My roommate saw him there. This may be the motivation I need to work out.
* http://www.crunch.com/downloads/index.asp Check out the commercials on the bottom. (Sidenote-how do I do the hyperlink thing?)
* The walls are crazy colors, like purple and red. It's like the 80's, but with more sweat. (I know, how could there be more sweat than the 80's?! There just is, my friend. There just is.)
* I am signed up for a full year, so I need to feel that it's awesome to justify my money-spending. Yay for self-delusion.
I still think...
that Joey should've ended up with Dawson.
I know it's been years, and it was only a TV show, but come on.
I know it's been years, and it was only a TV show, but come on.
Sunday, March 26, 2006
Dear CMB,
I like that you read my blog. I like that anyone reads my blog. It's just that I'm so shocked when my friends actually read it, I find it difficult to believe that someone who doesn't know me finds me amusing.
Please, read on, and respond often. I dedicate this post (and the next one which will most likely be much more intersting than this one) to you.
Please, read on, and respond often. I dedicate this post (and the next one which will most likely be much more intersting than this one) to you.
Gay for a Day
If you were gay for a day (or straight for a day, if you are actualy gay), who would be your "Person-to-sleep-with"?
Mine would be, without a doubt, Supernanny.
I hope she brings the "Naughty chair."
And if you're bisexual... I don't want to hear about it.
Girls' Night Out
I decided to harness my waking-up-at-4 PM energy and go out again tonight. I went out dancing, which was a mistake from the beginning. The extent of my dancing is the off-beat headbob and the sprinkler. It was pretty much what I expected with one exception: the bathroom. They had guys to open the stall door for you, pump the soap pump, and turn the water on. And they had mints.
I did, however, have an intersting drink called "The Fat Black Pussycat" which was also the name of the club. It was black, with a cherry, and it tasted like childhood in a glass.
I put this photo up because it was the one I looked best in. The guy in the photo is Robert (I think). I'm not good with names.
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Ungh
Tonight (last night) was by far the weirdest since I came to NY. It's possibly the most random of my life, but I'm far too close to it to make that kind of assumption.
Rather than give the blow by blow rundown, I'll tell you what sticks out in my head.
Citibar, pool, cuestick to eye, am nicknamed blowjob queen (what?!), $100, wait no - $50, laugh.
Bar Coastal, break up fight about cuestick to eye, continue to be referred to as blowjob queen.
Cab, people from Wisconsin beat women, guy threatens Dan, Dan threatens me, constant cycle.
Some strip club, people on my lap, dollars in g-strings, more almost-fights, no $20!, bathrooms without doors, goodbye Alan. (Is that even your name?)
Home with Dan, no food places deliver at 4 am, shh-don't wake Critter.
Gas station, donuts, pizza combos, bad sandwiches, diet coke.
Home again, TV shows, why is it light out at night?, goodbye Dan, blog, bed at 6:28 AM.
Sleep forever.
Rather than give the blow by blow rundown, I'll tell you what sticks out in my head.
Citibar, pool, cuestick to eye, am nicknamed blowjob queen (what?!), $100, wait no - $50, laugh.
Bar Coastal, break up fight about cuestick to eye, continue to be referred to as blowjob queen.
Cab, people from Wisconsin beat women, guy threatens Dan, Dan threatens me, constant cycle.
Some strip club, people on my lap, dollars in g-strings, more almost-fights, no $20!, bathrooms without doors, goodbye Alan. (Is that even your name?)
Home with Dan, no food places deliver at 4 am, shh-don't wake Critter.
Gas station, donuts, pizza combos, bad sandwiches, diet coke.
Home again, TV shows, why is it light out at night?, goodbye Dan, blog, bed at 6:28 AM.
Sleep forever.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Poll: Things That Are Underrated
* Owning a pet
* Watching cartoons
* Most of our rights/privileges
* Good friends
* An ice-cold just-beginning-to-freeze can of Diet Coke on a hot summer day
* Samantha Brown (Travel Channel)
* Not being sick
* Sarcasm
* Roof Access
* Drinking soda in the shower
* Watching cartoons
* Most of our rights/privileges
* Good friends
* An ice-cold just-beginning-to-freeze can of Diet Coke on a hot summer day
* Samantha Brown (Travel Channel)
* Not being sick
* Sarcasm
* Roof Access
* Drinking soda in the shower
Poll: Things That Are Overrated
* Maturity
* Good grades
* Waking up early
* Solitude
* Money
* Advances of technology
* Speaking a second language
* Being completely drug-free
* Multi-tasking electronics
* The importance of one vote
* Good grades
* Waking up early
* Solitude
* Money
* Advances of technology
* Speaking a second language
* Being completely drug-free
* Multi-tasking electronics
* The importance of one vote
Just Give Up
I'm watching The View (during commercials of The Price is Right while I waited for the super to fix our shower.... just wanted to make sure that you know I don't normally watch The View). There's a guy, Larry Norton, talking about cancer. In the five minutes that I've been watching he has said that we might get cancer because:
*Our skin doesn't see the sun enough, and when it does it's protected
*We don't take enough Vitamin D
*We don't take enough calcium
*We take vitamins in pill-form instead of in food-form
*Smoking
*We take too many vitamins
Basically what I'm getting is that we don't know. The only non-confusing one is smoking, but even 60% of people with lung cancer never smoked a cigarette in their life (according to the sign in the subway). Some studies show that not having kids increases your risk of cancer.
In the end there are very few things we know for sure. Don't beat yourself up for smoking every once in a while, or having a soda, or forgetting your vitamin. Maybe that "mistake" will be the thing that keeps you cancer-free.
I'm aware that this makes me sound like one of those people who distrust "science" and the "government," but I'm not. Studies that actually get published are put through a rigorous screening process. However, it is important to look at what the study actually found rather than the conclusions that other people make from it.
Okay, that's my public service announcement. Now back to the pointless dribble. Yay!
*Our skin doesn't see the sun enough, and when it does it's protected
*We don't take enough Vitamin D
*We don't take enough calcium
*We take vitamins in pill-form instead of in food-form
*Smoking
*We take too many vitamins
Basically what I'm getting is that we don't know. The only non-confusing one is smoking, but even 60% of people with lung cancer never smoked a cigarette in their life (according to the sign in the subway). Some studies show that not having kids increases your risk of cancer.
In the end there are very few things we know for sure. Don't beat yourself up for smoking every once in a while, or having a soda, or forgetting your vitamin. Maybe that "mistake" will be the thing that keeps you cancer-free.
I'm aware that this makes me sound like one of those people who distrust "science" and the "government," but I'm not. Studies that actually get published are put through a rigorous screening process. However, it is important to look at what the study actually found rather than the conclusions that other people make from it.
Okay, that's my public service announcement. Now back to the pointless dribble. Yay!
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
When I buy a new book I always read the last page first, that way in case I die before I finish, I know how it ends. That, my friends, is a dark side.
The best type of movie quote is one that is good even if you have not seen the movie. When Harry Met Sally is a very quotable movie. I like it.
Other quoteable movies:
*Ghostbusters - "Listen! Do you smell something?"
*Harold and Kumar - "You know the Holocaust? Picture the exact opposite of that."
*Hedwig - "When I think of all the people I have come upon in my travels I must think of all the people who have come upon me."
*Queer as Folk - "The thing you need to know is, it's all about sex. They say that men think about sex every 27 seconds. Of course, that's straight men. With gay men it's every 9."
*Sex and the City - "Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives? Perhaps if we never veered off course, we wouldn't fall in love, or have babies, or be who we are. After all, seasons change. So do cities. People come into your life and people go. But it's comforting to know the ones you love are always in your heart. And if you're very lucky, a plane ride away."
*The Matchmaker - "Is being an idiot like being high all the time? No, it's like constantly being right."
*Bridget Jones' Diary - "At times like this, continuing with one's life seems impossible and eating the entire contents of one's fridge seems inevitable. I have two choices: To give up, and accept permanent state of spinsterhood and eventual eating by dogs-or not. This time I choose not."
*PCU - Pres. Garcia Thompson: "You passed out cigarettes for a smoke-a-thon on Earth Day. You installed speed bumps on the handicapped ramps and, most recently, you dumped 100 pounds of... MEAT on a peaceful vegan protest!
Droz: "Oh, come on! That was way more than 100 pounds."
*Breakfast at Tiffany's - "You could always tell what kind of a person a man thinks you are by the earrings he gives you. I must say, the mind reels."
*Ferris Bueller - "I do have a test today. that wasn't bullshit. It's on European socialism. I mean, really, what's the point? I'm not European. I don't plan on being European. So who cares if they're socialists? They could be fascist anarchists. It still doesn't change the fact that I don't own a car."
*Tommy Boy - "It's called reading! Top to bottom, left to right... a group of words together is called a sentence. Take Tylenol for any headaches... Midol for any cramps."
I love a good movie quote.
Other quoteable movies:
*Ghostbusters - "Listen! Do you smell something?"
*Harold and Kumar - "You know the Holocaust? Picture the exact opposite of that."
*Hedwig - "When I think of all the people I have come upon in my travels I must think of all the people who have come upon me."
*Queer as Folk - "The thing you need to know is, it's all about sex. They say that men think about sex every 27 seconds. Of course, that's straight men. With gay men it's every 9."
*Sex and the City - "Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives? Perhaps if we never veered off course, we wouldn't fall in love, or have babies, or be who we are. After all, seasons change. So do cities. People come into your life and people go. But it's comforting to know the ones you love are always in your heart. And if you're very lucky, a plane ride away."
*The Matchmaker - "Is being an idiot like being high all the time? No, it's like constantly being right."
*Bridget Jones' Diary - "At times like this, continuing with one's life seems impossible and eating the entire contents of one's fridge seems inevitable. I have two choices: To give up, and accept permanent state of spinsterhood and eventual eating by dogs-or not. This time I choose not."
*PCU - Pres. Garcia Thompson: "You passed out cigarettes for a smoke-a-thon on Earth Day. You installed speed bumps on the handicapped ramps and, most recently, you dumped 100 pounds of... MEAT on a peaceful vegan protest!
Droz: "Oh, come on! That was way more than 100 pounds."
*Breakfast at Tiffany's - "You could always tell what kind of a person a man thinks you are by the earrings he gives you. I must say, the mind reels."
*Ferris Bueller - "I do have a test today. that wasn't bullshit. It's on European socialism. I mean, really, what's the point? I'm not European. I don't plan on being European. So who cares if they're socialists? They could be fascist anarchists. It still doesn't change the fact that I don't own a car."
*Tommy Boy - "It's called reading! Top to bottom, left to right... a group of words together is called a sentence. Take Tylenol for any headaches... Midol for any cramps."
I love a good movie quote.
Is suicide the answer? No. Muppet porn is the answer.
I've decided to become a better person. Some of you might think that this means living a healthier lifestyle, or picking up litter, or not kicking infants with terminal diseases. No, none of these. I have decided to join a suicide hotline.
Actually, I decided to interview. I'm not quite sure if I want to do it yet since it requires 40 hours of training, three 5-hours shifts and one weekday overnight shift a month, and is fairly high-stress.
The interview was in the village, which I haven't explored nearly enough, so I went 3 hours early. I found a Chipotle (yay!) and a pet store, but more about that later. When I finally got to the interview place (a church), they had me fill out an application. It had a lot of odd questions on it, such as "How would you describe your political / religious / moral views?" They left 2 lines for me to answer. First, I thought "Screw you, that is none of your goddamn business. All you need to know is that I don't think people should kill themselves." Second - two lines?! You're asking me to put my entire philosophy on everything in two lines?! I ended up writing something incredibly vague, like "I think puppies should not be made into large jackets." Thankfully they didn't question me on it.
As I was filling out this odd application, a mouse ran out of the bench I was sitting on, hit my foot, paused, then ran back in. No one else saw it, but I'm pretty sure I now have the plague. I then tried to catch it, keep it as a pet, and name it Sigmund, but failed miserably.
When we had all filled out our applications (except Sigmund, who may or may not actually exist), we all crowded into a tiny elevator to get to the second floor. The doors closed, and we didn't go anywhere. Apparently you need to press the floor you were on, the floor you wanted to go to, and then the floor you were on again. It took them a while to figure it out, and I was incredibly tempted to screan "I'M GOING TO KILL MYSELF IF I DON'T GET OUT OF THIS ELEVATOR!," just to see what an elevator full of suicide counselors would do. I didn't scream anything, though, and now I regret it.
During the actual one on one interview, they seemed to really want to find some horrible event in my past that made me want to be a hotline worker. Finally my interviewer said "Well, we can't all be schizophrenic incest survivors." I think he was kidding... I think...
I'm also looking at other volunteer opportunities. I'm waiting to hear back from the Harlem YMCA and I submitted an application to CASA-NYC (http://www.casa-nyc.org/). If you have any ideas of other stuff I can do, let me know.
And no, Jason, that's not what I meant.
Actually, I decided to interview. I'm not quite sure if I want to do it yet since it requires 40 hours of training, three 5-hours shifts and one weekday overnight shift a month, and is fairly high-stress.
The interview was in the village, which I haven't explored nearly enough, so I went 3 hours early. I found a Chipotle (yay!) and a pet store, but more about that later. When I finally got to the interview place (a church), they had me fill out an application. It had a lot of odd questions on it, such as "How would you describe your political / religious / moral views?" They left 2 lines for me to answer. First, I thought "Screw you, that is none of your goddamn business. All you need to know is that I don't think people should kill themselves." Second - two lines?! You're asking me to put my entire philosophy on everything in two lines?! I ended up writing something incredibly vague, like "I think puppies should not be made into large jackets." Thankfully they didn't question me on it.
As I was filling out this odd application, a mouse ran out of the bench I was sitting on, hit my foot, paused, then ran back in. No one else saw it, but I'm pretty sure I now have the plague. I then tried to catch it, keep it as a pet, and name it Sigmund, but failed miserably.
When we had all filled out our applications (except Sigmund, who may or may not actually exist), we all crowded into a tiny elevator to get to the second floor. The doors closed, and we didn't go anywhere. Apparently you need to press the floor you were on, the floor you wanted to go to, and then the floor you were on again. It took them a while to figure it out, and I was incredibly tempted to screan "I'M GOING TO KILL MYSELF IF I DON'T GET OUT OF THIS ELEVATOR!," just to see what an elevator full of suicide counselors would do. I didn't scream anything, though, and now I regret it.
During the actual one on one interview, they seemed to really want to find some horrible event in my past that made me want to be a hotline worker. Finally my interviewer said "Well, we can't all be schizophrenic incest survivors." I think he was kidding... I think...
I'm also looking at other volunteer opportunities. I'm waiting to hear back from the Harlem YMCA and I submitted an application to CASA-NYC (http://www.casa-nyc.org/). If you have any ideas of other stuff I can do, let me know.
And no, Jason, that's not what I meant.
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Fun Quotes
"Well, not everyone can be a schizophrenic survivor of incest..."
--My Suicide Hotline Interviewer
--My Suicide Hotline Interviewer
Childhood Memories + Alcohol = Endless Fun!
I think they should open bars reminiscent of my childhood memories. If there was a bar called "PeeWee's Playhouse," I'd be there all the time. And I'd be drunk. They could even have a word of the day!
We could also have a general "Child of the 80's bar"
Ideas: (Ahh, what the hell, let's make this a poll too)
My Little Pony jello shots
Drunken LiteBrite
Fraggles vs. Doozers drinking games
How much can you drink during the Eureka's Castle theme?
Simon Says... Drink!
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles Night. Aprils drink for free!
If I had any sort of start-up money, I'd open this bar. If someone reads this and does it, I expect to drink for free, forever.
Poll #1
In an attempt to have more blog posts with less work on my part, I am starting a series of polls.
You should answer the poll in the comments section, and sign your name. If you don't answer the poll, well, you're ruining it for everyone. RUINING IT!!!
Anywho, poll #1: Pet Peeves - What's your current biggest pet peeve?
Mine: People who walk slowly in front of you taking up the entire sidewalk.
Couple stops walking in busy sidewalk.
Man: "Honey is that the Empire State building?" (points at small newsstand)
Woman: "No, I think it's the Sears Tower... or Ground Zero."
Man: "Let's stand here, blocking the sidewalk, for several hours to ponder it."
Woman: "Okay, honey."
These people shouldn't be allowed to walk in public ever again. In fact, we should punish them publicly, a la Biblical stoning, so that they will serve as an example for everyone else.
Man: "Honey why are there so many yellow cars in New York City?"
Woman: "Hmm, I never noticed. Look, there's another one. And they all have lights on them!"
Man: "Let's call Bobby and ask him, maybe he kno- OWW! MY EYE! I'M BLINDED!"
Lindsey: "And let that be a lesson to the rest of you."
You should answer the poll in the comments section, and sign your name. If you don't answer the poll, well, you're ruining it for everyone. RUINING IT!!!
Anywho, poll #1: Pet Peeves - What's your current biggest pet peeve?
Mine: People who walk slowly in front of you taking up the entire sidewalk.
Couple stops walking in busy sidewalk.
Man: "Honey is that the Empire State building?" (points at small newsstand)
Woman: "No, I think it's the Sears Tower... or Ground Zero."
Man: "Let's stand here, blocking the sidewalk, for several hours to ponder it."
Woman: "Okay, honey."
These people shouldn't be allowed to walk in public ever again. In fact, we should punish them publicly, a la Biblical stoning, so that they will serve as an example for everyone else.
Man: "Honey why are there so many yellow cars in New York City?"
Woman: "Hmm, I never noticed. Look, there's another one. And they all have lights on them!"
Man: "Let's call Bobby and ask him, maybe he kno- OWW! MY EYE! I'M BLINDED!"
Lindsey: "And let that be a lesson to the rest of you."
Technology
Technology is a filthy whore.
No, I mean literally. Sure, it's good for what you want. And if you don't know what you're missing, it'll do just fine. However, think about your favorite fruits of technology.
*The Ipod. I love my iPod, but that doesn't stop it from breaking once a month.
*My Coffeemaker. You know I love my coffeemaker, and those of you who have seen it know that it is high-class (and red!). It can set the temperature of my coffee, the strength, it can brew at a certain time, it beeps when it's done brewing, it beeps when the heater shuts off, and it does a little dance when I'm sad. It even tells me, pictorially, how fresh the current coffee is. HOWEVER, it does not clean itself. I couldn't care less about what temperature my coffee is when it brews (since 90% of the time I forget that I've even poured the cup until it's cold anyways), but I hate to clean it. Actually, last time I really had to clean my coffee maker I bought a new one (the current one).
*This blog. Check out the picture. I did spellcheck on my last post, and it flagged "blog".
I think the person we need to blame is Thomas Vedison (the inventor of the television), obviously.
No, I mean literally. Sure, it's good for what you want. And if you don't know what you're missing, it'll do just fine. However, think about your favorite fruits of technology.
*The Ipod. I love my iPod, but that doesn't stop it from breaking once a month.
*My Coffeemaker. You know I love my coffeemaker, and those of you who have seen it know that it is high-class (and red!). It can set the temperature of my coffee, the strength, it can brew at a certain time, it beeps when it's done brewing, it beeps when the heater shuts off, and it does a little dance when I'm sad. It even tells me, pictorially, how fresh the current coffee is. HOWEVER, it does not clean itself. I couldn't care less about what temperature my coffee is when it brews (since 90% of the time I forget that I've even poured the cup until it's cold anyways), but I hate to clean it. Actually, last time I really had to clean my coffee maker I bought a new one (the current one).
*This blog. Check out the picture. I did spellcheck on my last post, and it flagged "blog".
I think the person we need to blame is Thomas Vedison (the inventor of the television), obviously.
Where is Lindsey?
Where has Lindsey been? Has she died? Why isn't she posting in her blog? And most importantly, why is she talking in the third person?!
If you know me (and I hope you do if you're reading this), you know that I start things and then walk away. Sometimes for years. When I started knitting in high school, I started with a scarf for my Mom. She's still waiting. In my lifetime, I have started the following hobbies:
* Suncatcher Painting
* Stamp Collecting
* Paint by Number
* Macrame
* Needlepoint
* Movie-making
* Writing (several times)
* Sculpting (I made an excellent wizard, but have yet to buy the glass crystal to glue to his hands. It's been 13 years so it probably won't be happening any time soon.)
* Oil painting (This is a current one, even though I haven't painted in months. I bought $300 worth of supplies, so I have to say that I'll re-start any time now.)
... And so many more.
The moral of the story is that I lose interest, so either harangue me into posting or just sit tight and wait. The former is preferred since this wouldn't be the first blog that I abandoned. Like that child, in Reno.
If you know me (and I hope you do if you're reading this), you know that I start things and then walk away. Sometimes for years. When I started knitting in high school, I started with a scarf for my Mom. She's still waiting. In my lifetime, I have started the following hobbies:
* Suncatcher Painting
* Stamp Collecting
* Paint by Number
* Macrame
* Needlepoint
* Movie-making
* Writing (several times)
* Sculpting (I made an excellent wizard, but have yet to buy the glass crystal to glue to his hands. It's been 13 years so it probably won't be happening any time soon.)
* Oil painting (This is a current one, even though I haven't painted in months. I bought $300 worth of supplies, so I have to say that I'll re-start any time now.)
... And so many more.
The moral of the story is that I lose interest, so either harangue me into posting or just sit tight and wait. The former is preferred since this wouldn't be the first blog that I abandoned. Like that child, in Reno.
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Pi Day
It's Pi Day. Because pi is 3.14, and today is March 14 (3/14), get it?
I'm going to celebrate by having a diet coke. I don't want any crappy New York pie. I want my Grandma's pie. But that's not an option, so I will use Diet Coke instead.
I'm going to celebrate by having a diet coke. I don't want any crappy New York pie. I want my Grandma's pie. But that's not an option, so I will use Diet Coke instead.
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