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HA HA! and gross! I hope you will all scroll down and appreciate the potted meat food product, which was a favorite treat Nick and I picked up from Little America on a road trip from college.
Here's a funny drunk moment I forgot about til Kelly reminded me:
Liz (on the porch trying to get past Kelly into the house): Hold on, I have to pee!
Kelly (moving out of the way): That's fine, that's fine, go on by I won't make fun of your pee-ness
note: definite beat between statement and realization of what she'd just said.
Excerpts from today's slush letter of the day:
“For Men Only” is an all out attack on feminism, discussing a full range of topics from Rape, Adultery, Sexuality to Abortion, Breeding and Morality—all from a decidedly male point of view.
…Do women really want equality? Or do they only want equality when it’s to their advantage and protection from male competition when equal opportunity is to their disadvantage...
PS Consider the Kobe Bryant situation and the read my essay on Rape.
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Hello and welcome to Halloween.
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Hello and welcome to Halloween. This evening we have Margot Tenenbaum, with her date Popsicle stick with joke on it. Also in the mix of things we have mummy with pigtails and, of course, pink mummy. We shall be going to some bars and partaking in some alcohol (although Popsicle stick with joke on it may bring his own bag of candy for a high that's sugar-derived). Surprise guests may include Jehovah's Witness. After much drinking, we shall be going here.I'm totally jazzed about dressing up. I don't usually get all excited for this holiday, but this year I'm full-tilt. yeah! Hope the day goes by quick.
no, faster than that....
c'mon...
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I am currently sitting about
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I am currently sitting about 6 inches from the computer screen because while I remembered my lunch (after reaching the stoop without it and running back inside), my yogurt (which exploded all over the inside of my bag on the one day I didn’t have time to put it in a grocery sack) and my glasses case, I seem to have forgotten to actually put my glasses in said case, thus leaving me all bleary eyed. Nice.My Halloween plans involve going to PA with Krista to her family’s bad-assed, much talked-up Halloween party. I will be donning my striped t-shirt dress, a wooden finger, black eye makeup, a mournful look, and straightened hair. Now all I need is a Baumer to go with me.
Before I got this new, starting-later job, I used to pass a million kids with their parents on their way to school. Inevitably, these kids were always being fed breakfast on this walk. Of course there was the occasional bagel, but what I saw most of on this walk to work was bags of chips and bags of cookies. Now, I hate to pass judgment on other people’s parenting skills, but these people are BAD PARENTS. Okay, I’ll admit that many “breakfast foods” on the market are a far call from healthy. I doubt Pop Tarts have more nutritional benefits than Famous Amos Mini Cookies, but, c’mon folks: chips at 8 a.m. is just plain giving up on any sort of attempt at good parenting. At least the Pop Tart parents can claim they are making an attempt in the breakfast food area. You can improve from there. Chips, on the other hand, chips are NOWHERE. Chips are what you eat with a cold bottle of ginger ale when you wake up hungover at 2 in the afternoon. They are not a fuel for 8 year-olds headed into a day of class. Bad parents. BAD.
Happy yesterday birthday to EVA!!
Anyone else as anxious as I am to hear how Mimi Smartypants's baby-hunting went?
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I survived Six Flags Why
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I survived Six FlagsWhy have I never gone to an amusement park in the autumn? I now have to add autumn to my growing standards for ever going to an amusement park again (which include free entry, cheap transportation, and being there when the doors open). Nice cool whether, reduced lines—what more could you ask for? The last time I went to a Six Flags, it was still Elitches and it cost $20 to get in (which was still a rip off if you considered Lake Side, which I didn’t). We got in for free, but people were paying $50 per ticket! Plus $10 parking! Plus $2.89 for a small bottle of water, which was more expensive than the $2.79 small soda, one of which you would have to buy if you purchased a $2.89 slice of pizza for lunch. So: $$$$$$$$. But, did I mention we got in for free? Yeah! Hot stuff.
So we decided to hit the Superman rollercoaster right off the bat. The line wasn’t so bad, which fate soon fixed by immediately breaking the ride. As we watched a train full of people hanging horizontally from the ride (it was right before they got off, so they weren’t 100 ft. off the ground or anything), the guy announced they were having minor technical difficulties and we were welcome to leave the line. This dislodged a very satisfying amount of people and we—not to be disheartened on our first ride—promptly moved up in line a big chunk. It seemed obvious to us that this problem would be resolved fairly quickly (the people were freed and they were running empty trains over the tracks), but every time the guy announced they were still having difficulties, hoards of people left their place in line. They were weak, impatient people. We moved up. Here’s the sad part: there were two 17-year old boys in front of us who, it was clear, wanted nothing more than to go on this ride. However, they were with their dad (uncle?) who was the grouchiest Crabby McAppleton (as I believe Tom called him) I’ve ever seen. He kept saying things like, “This is the biggest waste of time! This ride isn’t even fun! We could have been on 3 other rides in the time we’ve been here in this stupid line. Let’s go! We’ve been in line for 20 minutes already!” It was awful. It was killing me that a) he couldn’t see that we had been making progress by moving forward in the line, and that by the time the ride started working, there was no way we’d be worse off than when we started and b) he couldn’t tell how much this meant to the kids, who kept quiet, but kept longingly staring at the ride throughout the dad’s tirades. At one point they were going to part ways and meet up at the car at 12:30, but the dad won out and the kids were forced from the line. The ride started up shortly after and we were off it by 12:15. So sad! But Superman? Fuckin’ awesome! Seriously. Really really fun. Sorry your dad/uncle sucks, kid.
We stayed mostly on rollercoasters all day, finishing the day of with a rickety old wooden one that gave us all whiplash.
Another atrocity: these quick passes that everyone had. You pay an extra $20 and you get a device that holds your place in line and allows you to roam around doing other things until it tells you to go back, where you cut in line all the way to the front. The only satisfying thing associated with these passes was walking past the kiosk where you purchase them. You guessed it: longest line in town! Soak in the bitter irony you richy line cutters. I told my brother this and he said, “Next they’ll have a pass to bypass that line.” “Yeah,” I said, “For $20.” He countered, “And the line’s over there.” Being 21 sure has made my bro a clever little baby.
The rest of the weekend was full of goodness: those McSweeney’s kids know how to party. I got one Sat night and another one Sunday night. The one last night was centered around pumpkin carving—very fun. Also yesterday J and I scored a load of solid wood furniture for $300. Woo hoo! This is a hopeful beginning to making our apt welcoming to guests.
Ak. Too much writing. I’m out.
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You think you know some
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You think you know some pop culture? Try your luck with pixilation here. I only have 25 so far, but spelling counts, so that's slowing things down. --------Today’s great already: The boss
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Today’s great already: The boss won a free lunch from a fancy restaurant and we all get to partake in the winnings today. The co-worker got a big Harry and David’s basket of fancy fruit and dark chocolate moose mix that is now enticing me from the common table. And to top off my great free day, the Shins are playing a free show in Union Square tonight. I guess I should get a lottery ticket and work this good luck thing for all its worth. Also, Tug’s in town.I was in Duane Reade today and had yet another lovely run-in with the overly competent and ever-helpful staff. I already felt bad for the guy in front of me who had a slight European accent and kept repeating his last name over and over for the lady behind the counter, who was shlumping apathetically back and forth between shelves of prescriptions. The guy had obviously been at it for a while: “Mary. Ma-ry. It’s just Mary.” “That’s the name? Maro? I don’t see it?” The lady finally asked him to write it down because “I can’t understand what you’re saying.” And then, seeing that it was Mary, asked him if that was his first name or was he picking it up for a woman. The issue far from resolved, she waved me forward while someone else attempted the Mary quandary. I was picking up a prescription and brought up a tube of toothpaste to be rung up as well. The girl behind the counter pointed at the toothpaste and said, “Could you ring that up up front, because I have to go to the bathroom.” I figured there was no way I heard her correctly, but she reiterated that she had to go to the bathroom. I was very polite and told her I was in a hurry because I was on work time and it would be a big help if she could just add the toothpaste to the order she was already ringing up. Which she did. If she had simply used some professional lie about her register being down or even that it was time for her break, I might be a bit more understanding. But Duane Reade Lady, I do not need to know when you have to use the bathroom.
Query letter excerpt of the day:
This book is completely original. There is nothing on the market that is at all like it. To briefly explain, the book is photographs of natural objects such as trees or clouds. To accompany each photograph is a funny drawing of what that natural object looks like to me. For example, I took a picture of a tree with funny patterns on it, when I did the drawing to go with it, I made it look like bugs crawling up a leg.
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As promised... guess the race
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As promised...guess the race of the authors of today's inquiry letters!
One starts, "I have finished a quirky book on racism that has not a hint of self-righteousness, and includes only ten adverbs." This person goes on to explain, "It begins with my ambivalence towards blacks..." Quirky!
The other begins, "100 years after W.E.B. Du Bois' watershed essay collection, The Souls of Black Folk, it is past the time for whire Americans to show a reciprocal commitment to examine racism's institutional and personal presence in out lives, a Souls of White Folk."
--------My site is helpful to
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My site is helpful to many people in many ways! According to the site log, people across the globe are finding Liz is Working by searching for:This from Peru: liz ass
This from New Zealand: dressing barbes game to play
At least this last person exhibited a basic knowledge of the quotation mark search feature.
Also, many people come here--from Australia--looking for information on Cellulosis. I am sorry you have cellulosis. Also, it could be cellulitis. And I don't have any pictures of Nell Freudenberger.
--------J and I are trying
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J and I are trying a new thing this week called, J cooks dinner. I think I will grow to love this thing. Last night we made some frickin awesome soup with garbanzo beans and tomatoes and zucchini. And by "we" I really mean J, with me in the background trying not to help. It's kinda in the genes to get all anxious and nosey and overbearing in the kitchen, so it actually takes an amazing showing of will for me to sit in the other room and watch TV while anyone other than my female relatives (or dad) are in the kitchen goin' at it with ingredients. That, of course, did not stop me from leaping up and into the kitchen when J poked his head in and held up an entire bundle of garlic and asked, "Is this whole thing one clove?"We watched The Mothman Prophesies last night and were duly scared. We even learned a little spanish in the process, as the only copy of the movie for rent in the entire Park Slope area is one with Spanish subtitles. Dios mio!
You can start getting excited now for my tales of visiting Six Flags this weekend. I'm all old now and super-sensitive to dizziness, so we'll see how many rides I'll actually endure. My theory about increased sensitivity is that at some point growing up you get really drunk and get the unpleasant spinnies. Dizziness is no longer associated with fun times, but with feeling utterly disgusting. Also, someone told me the pill makes you more prone to dizziness as well.
man, almonds make me thiiirsTY. How 'bout it!
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On an exciting Goonies note:
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On an exciting Goonies note: My good friend Brion carries (used to carry?) several very useful things in the trunk of his car among which were: A bowling ball, roller blades, Revenge of the Nerds, and The Goonies. Often when we hung out, we would utilize one of these fun things and be all the better for it. Being the well-versed person Brion is about Goonies facts, trivia, and history, he once told me all about the plight of the original Goonies movie (owned by ??? uh..) which was bought by a different company (um???), who then edited out key scenes. For instance the octopus scene. Remember at the end of the movie when all the kids are excitedly telling their parents about all their adventures and Data says something about an octopus and you're all like "Whaaa??" because the lying isn't exactly consistant with the story; afterall, they went through enough REAL shit, right? Well, Brion told me scene used to be in the movie but was lost to future generations somewhere in the editing process. WOULDN'T YOU KNOW IT, but J was watching a TBS rerun of the movie this weekend and saw the octopus scene! It involves the octopus trying to kill the kids and Data shoving a discman with rap music on it up into the octopus's beak and the ocopus becoming overwhelmed with the need to breakdance and MOONWALKING out of the scene. J's comment was that it was obviously a scene in need of editing. However: exciting! I can't believe I missed seeing this. I'm hoping the heavy rotation cycle of the station will allow me one more chance to see the breakdancing octopus. There was also an extra convenience store scene. rock. on. --------Hello from the new job.
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Hello from the new job. I am eating a tamarind candy that is mostly sugar crystals and burning mouth. But it’s a little bit addicting anyway. Although, just now I noticed there is something in the middle of the tamarind candy I’m eating now that was decidedly not in the middle of the tamarind candy I ate a little while ago. Hmm. Upon closer examination, it appears to be a seed. Or a hardened dead bug. One of the two, definitely. The job is going well so far, though there is so much I don’t know about the way the office runs that I feel quite stupid at times, though I know it is just nerves. I think I’ll like this job. Stay tuned: Dead Author letters may be taken over by Terrible Slush Proposal Letters. Already I’ve logged one that ended with “It’s like Thelma and Louise, except instead of driving off a cliff at the end, MARGIE and ELLEN go to college.” Thrilling.Since I last posted, I’ve:
…helped bartend my cousin’s party with J, wherein we cheerily served drinks to rich people. It was a lot of fun, though we learned there are two types of people we served: the type who regarded us as hired help and the type who were nice and treated us like people serving drinks. One of the former was this tiny, roundish actor/author who hounded us for champagne all night. But instead of referring to it as “champagne” or asking for more, he would hold up his empty glass, indicate to what level he wanted his beverage poured, wrinkle his nose, and say, “Just a little more of the poo.” We were baffled. Poo? Where did that come from? J’s only theory is that he had watched and enjoyed the scene from “Bringin’ Down the House” one too many times. Have you ever heard of the bubbly referred to in this manner?
…went upstate (well, to Ossning) for pumpkin picking and carving with my friend, Penny. We loaded up on apple cider, apple butter, apples, apple strudel sticks, apple cider donuts, banana butter, and pumpkin muffins. It was also an apple farm.
…helped J paint our bedroom burgundy. It’s very romantic now.
…saw “School of Rock.” Now, I am not a big Jack Black fan, and it may have had something to do with being in a theater packed with excited 10-year-olds, but I really liked this.
…didn’t bring a lunch and forgot my wallet today. Kelly had to come to my rescue. WHAT A GOOD FRIEND!
Okay, must log more slush. Heh heh…that sounds funny.
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Here's a final Dead Author
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Here's a final Dead Author letter for you all:Dear Dead Author,
We are great fans of yours at the Kokomo-Howard County Public Library in Kokomo, Indiana. The greatest fan here is Jerry H., Young Adult Librarian who will soon be retiring after 36 years at the KHCPL Library.
It’s amazing how he has kept in touch with what young adults want and need in reading materials, and we are very proud of the work Jerry does here.
As we approach Jerry’s retirement party on Sunday, November 16, 2003, several of his co-workers have decided to request greetings to Jerry from his favorite authors and personalities.
Would you be so kind as to send a card, note, photo, or whatever you choose in honor of his special day? Please send to the address below, in care of Medora K. (but personalized for Jerry, of course).
Thank-you very much for any help you can give us, and for continuing to write such intriguing books!
Sincerely,
Medora K.
Reference Librarian
I sent the newest book along with a note of explanation about Dead Author's death and all. That will make a good story when they're giving Jerry all his famous gifts.
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One last bit off the
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One last bit off the hard drive:MAN is sitting with big open seat to his right and notebook on half-seat space to his left. GIRL is standing, mid-twenties, huge-engagement-ringed finger, sipping Starbucks coffee)
GIRL (loudly to MAN, gesturing towards notebook on seat): Y'know, people shouldn't have to ASK for the right to sit down.
MAN (a little flustered and taken aback, moves notebook to lap): would you like to sit down?
GIRL: No.
MAN (seat still open to his right): --
GIRL: You are just so gross!
MAN (trying to ignore her, as are rest of train patrons): --
GIRL: I mean, what's WRONG with you??
LIZ (trying not to lose it): mmph!!
MAN: --
GIRL: --
SUBWAY (doors opening): Ding!
GIRL (exiting train): Have a nice self-centered LIFE
fin.
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Today's the last day on
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Today's the last day on the job. Woo hoo! Everything's a little weird and crazed and I'm not sure about the new set up at the new job. So if I don't post for week, you'll know I can't get onto the blog from work just yet. And having no internet at home makes that a sad prospect.Here are the things I'm leaving behind in the desk for the new person:
1. A photo of Eminem and his grandma with the caption "EMINEM'S (Slim Shady) GRANDMOTHER WAS HERE!" This was enclosed in a pitch letter for her memoirs she sent that somehow I ended up with.
2. An Eazy-E sticker
3. A photocopied and manipulated picture of another assistant wearing a sombrero, left over from the "Welcome Home" collage we made her when she came back from a cruise on the original Loveboat.
4. A pink rubber duckie with devil horns
5. A wind-up "computer guardian angel" that glows in the dark and makes an alarming grinding noise when you wind her up to flap her wings protectively. (I picked this crappy thing out of the x-mas grab bag last year, when we were all supposed to put in something of $10 value. Yeah, $10 my ASS.)
6. Expired movie passes for "I Capture the Castle"
7. Taco Bell Border Sauce, 1 packet, mild
8. Rubber stamp: "VALENTINE'S DAY ALERT"
9. Fortune cookie fortune: "Your secret desire to completely change your life will manifest. Lucky numbers 15, 17, 20, 26, 29, 38"
10. Squeezey stress guy toy with buldgy eyes
11. One box of Lipton Natural Green Tea
12. A Bowlmor Lanes postcard captioned "How are your balls!" showing two diagramed pictures: one coconut, one bowling ball
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So upset about California. Arrrg!
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So upset about California. Arrrg!But finding out I answered a McSweeney's brainteaser correctly helps me feel better.
Hmm, slightly salved but still twitching with frustration. Three New Yorkers ago he was quoted as saying that he thought Mexico was a great country. He went on to emphasize that every time he does a movie abroad he pushes for a Mexican location because the beaches are so nice and pretty. I think this is a fantastic foreign policy stance.
And yes, I'm avoiding the name because I don't know how to spell it and am too lazy to look it up at the moment. lalala
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Two times I didn’t lie:
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Two times I didn’t lie:At Girl Scout camp, one of my fellow campers lost a favorite stuffed animal of hers. We had looked everywhere for it without success, but she was getting desperate as we were packing up to go home. As a last resort, and mostly a joke, I decided to let divine intervention intervene and closed my eyes. I then invoked some spirit (maybe I’d just watched the Princess Bride? I was not a religious little kid and I’m sure this was more of a call for something ghosty rather than God or something. I also liked playing Light as a Feather Stiff as a Board and Ouiji board, so there was some belief in this sort of thing.) With my eyes closes, I was led (I walked) straight into some bed, where we lifted up the mattress to reveal the missing toy. Then everyone was mad at me because they thought I hid it there.
Another time at Girl Scout summer camp (no flutes) a friend and I made up a verse to a nonsense call and answer song that everyone at camp sang. (The song was deceptively easy going until you hit the name of the bird which was (ahem) Klienenklienenfeeglefugleoshenabeckenabeaglebugleerickasplitenaloudandbloominbird. Chirp chirp. I’ll sing it for you sometime.) ANYWAY, we made up a fourth verse and taught it to all the girls in our group, then we taught it to the camp and then camp was over and that was that. Some time later (maybe a year?), I was at some other Girl Scout function with my real troop, a group of girls that had no relation to the girls I was at summer camp with, and there were other troops there and every troop was teaching all the others a new song. So this one troop gets up and what else to they sing, but the bird song. And not just the bird song, but the bird song with the verse that my friend and I made up! This is just about as close to fame as you get as a 10-year-old, so I told my best friend, Briana Snow, excitedly that I had made up this verse! She rolled her eyes at me and a little while later I overheard her whispering to her other neighbor, “She said she made this song up!” And they laughed conspiratorially.
Two times I lied:
While at my grandparents’ house, my brother and I (probably 4 and 8, respectively) decided to play tug of war with my blanket. Just before we started, I warned him not to suddenly let go, as that would be bad. He agreed. But half way through, having thought it over a bit, I thought it might be quite funny if I were to let go. I did and my little brother went careening into a glass table, cracking it and bloodying his lip. All the grown-ups flew in and started administering first aid. I told them he had fallen. I felt guilty about this for years—and still do a bit—but I recently brought it up to my brother and he doesn’t remember the incident at all. “But remember that time I gave you a bloody nose?” Yes, well.
I was in my backyard with my brother and a big ol’ orange cat came roaming up to us. Being the cat-lover I was, I immediately bent down to pick it up. As soon as I lifted it off the ground, it flipped around and full-on attacked my arm. I screamed and the cat ran off and my mom came and whisked me inside. I told her the cat had attacked me out of no where, but she didn’t believe me. As I was soaking in the tub, sniffing and feeling sorry for myself, I asked my brother if I had picked up the cat. He said yes. I told him that if Mom asked, to tell her I hadn’t. He agreed. I then told him he could have this rhinestone broach shaped like a bunch of grapes. We got it from my grandmother’s collection of junk jewelry and constantly fought over who had ownership of it.
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I never know whose side
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I never know whose side to be on when someone who has on earphones and is listening to music in a public space, starts a) singing along to their song or b) dancing. No doubt, there is nothing more irritatingly funny than watching someone rock out when you can’t hear their backup music. Whenever I’m in the presence of such a person, I always feel like ripping off their earphone for a second so they can realize the true ludicrousness of their loud, off-key, vocalization of the emphasized words in the chorus of whatever song they think everyone they can see is listening to. On the other hand, I know that as soon as I put earphones on and a favorite song of mine is blasting through my brain, I don’t care what anyone thinks and I’m certainly inclined to do my own toe-tapping or mouthing of words. I try not to do these things in public places. But, I find myself empathizing with the poor people who can’t help themselves. While still desiring to rip headphones from their stupid heads. Dancing is less tolerable. While you could still play with the illusion that everyone is listening to your song, you cannot reasonable think that anyone is dancing to it. You can see you’re the only one dancing. This happens a lot on public transportation.Which leads me to a weird ad campaign going on now where there are all these ads with slogans like, “If they ban smoking from subways, no one will ever ride them ever again. Ever.” Or: “When they banned smoking from movie theaters, no one ever went to another movie. The industry went down the toilet. Think of all those starving actors!” I realize this must be in response to the whole NY banning smoking from bars thing, but my question is, who are they responding to? Who said that banning smoking would make people stop going to bars? Has that person ever drank? If there’s one industry that will outlive tobacco, it is alcohol. Is a large campaign really necessary to drive that point home? Plus, I’m pretty pro-nonsmoking and the ads irritate me like crazy. Like the marijuana ones where they go, “Marijuana: it’s more dangerous than we all thought.” Than who all thought? Or the Truth cigarette commercials. J is right: I don’t think the way to fight propaganda is with more propaganda.
Someone in my elevator this morning was wearing patchouli oil. It was all button-up 9-5 work peeps. Strange.
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"Special intentions"??? Here's an e-mail
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"Special intentions"???Here's an e-mail I just got at my work address. I don't think someone could send me a more cryptic note if they tried. Suffice to say, I know nothing about any of the proper nouns or referenced actions in the following:
Hi,
I'm a born worrier and not having heard from Rob in a week or more - or so it seems after daily mail, I'm wondering if he's on the road to pick up furniture, or whether you know the story.
Hope your canvassing is going well and you win! There are six (unknown) Catherine Marshall Breakthrough prayer warriors - plus me - praying for you and your special intentions for the next six weeks.
Love you,
Jeanne
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I am chewing a piece
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I am chewing a piece of Ice Breakers Unleashed and it's fucking intense. Like chewing on an altoid. My whole sinus cavity is frozen over. --------Actual Reader Reviews from AOL
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Actual Reader Reviews from AOL Digital City’s Statue of Liberty Site/number of stars out of 5 given by reviewer1. I have never been to New York, but i dreamed about Newyork last night. I actually seen the Statue of Liberty. I am planning a trip to see her in December/not rated
2. WENT AND WAS SO IMPRESSED I SAID THE SAME THING MY GRANMOM SAID AND I HOPE HER THOUGHT ??SHE WAS SO BIG AND BEUTIFUL THE BIG LADY SHE DEF STANDS FOR FREEDOM AND I JUST REMMBER HAVING TEARS COME DOWN MY FACE I WAS MOVED BY HER I HAVE SEEN PICS BUT UP CLOSE JUST A FEELING I CANT DESCRIBE BUT MAYBE LOVE PEACE AND RESPECT. AM GOING BACK THIS JUNE WENDS DAY FOR THE DAY WITH A FRIEND/5 stars
3. My three daughters and myself went on Memorial Day weekend despite terrorists threats. My 8 yeard old was impressed to see her but I feel that due to the senseless acts of 9-11, she may not get the true feeling. I will however share her comment," Mom , Do you think the Lady will ever smile again? I guess she has to hold her torch up high so that the angels at Ground Zero will be able to find their way to heaven. She's still very special!" What do you think?/4 stars
4. Inside the statue ascending toward the crown very narrow and unsafe on a spiral staircase-I see danger with the short guardrails.It was my 1st & last trip there!/1 star
5. The statue is really beautiful! Lady Liberty represents so much for this country! God Bless America!!!/5 stars
6. I've never benn to NYC but hope to go there some day. Godd Bless America!/Not Rated
7. i liktd the stacho it waz sooooooooooooooo cuul hee/Not Rated
8. the statue of liberty is a sign of freedom thats why a give five stars/5 stars
9. good to see, but very dissapointed at the actual size-it always looks so much bigger in he movies. Not one of the best sights in N.Y./1 star
10. bad/Not Rated
11. BOOORINGG!!!/2 stars
12. its very green/4 stars
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Here is a transcript of
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Here is a transcript of an IM session I had with Farhad a million years ago. Prior to this snippet, we were lamenting our relationship--or lack there of--fate, thinking of all the good ones we let go and all the crappy ones who hurt us.
theosenologos: dave w. and i have a theory about this. have you ever played megaman?
Liz: no, but do tell
theosenologos: okay, so megaman is divided into stages. each stage has a boss character who is a lot like megaman, only with a different costume.
Liz: wait is this a computer game or a nintendo game?
theosenologos: each boss has a special weapon. hence the strategy of defeating the bosses. when you defeat a boss, you gain his weapon, and then you can use it on other enemies later on.
theosenologos: nintendo. old school.
Liz: got it
theosenologos: so the idea is this: you date someone. they mistreat you in some awful way, but you overcome it. what we don't realize is that this mistreatment is like a weapon in megaman.
theosenologos: by overcoming it, you make it part of your own arsenal. thus you are doomed to treat other people the way people have treated you.
theosenologos: JUST LIKE MEGAMAN
Liz: oh no! That's terrible
theosenologos: it is, isn't it? that sad truth is that the data is all there. this does happen. to decent people like us.
Liz: how do we overcome it?
theosenologos: unclear.
theosenologos: there are ways to play megaman where you only use the little pea-shooter gun that you get in the beginning. maybe the same can be said of the real world???
Liz: that's very profound....I like the idea of choosing to only use your pea-shooter and ignoring all the clunky weapons
Liz: Very zen
theosenologos: it's difficult, though. only the best can make it through alive.
Liz: the true of heart
Liz: this whole IM is like something I'd forward my girlfriends
or I guess post on my blog :-)
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sorry...there will be many of
Posted by: Liz
sorry...there will be many of these list-y posts for a bit. I'm cleaning out my hard drive at work and am posting wayward stuff here instead of deleting it altogether. It's all pretty old. Why did I write/keep this stuff? --------Places where boys and I
Posted by: Liz
Places where boys and I have had our first kiss together, in no particular order except the first and last, and probably forgetting some:
Bathroom in Cherry Creek Mall
On the front lawn of my parent’s house, after being tackled to the ground
In my car
On my couch, late at night
Standing outside a Chili’s Restaurant
In my hot tub
Seated on the three stairs leading from the TV room to the kitchen
In a booth in the campus lunchroom during a concert
In a dark alley
In a mutual friend’s room on New Year’s Day
On his couch, late at night
In my swimming pool
On a couch outside my house
In a bar
In a kitchen during a party
In his hallway
On a walkway under a bridge
On a pavilion, overlooking water and a city
On a beach
In a hostel
On the concrete stairs leading up to my house
In a cement stairwell, half inside half outside
On the floor of his dorm room
Lying on the pullout bed in my basement
On the porch of a mutual friend’s house
On a bed in his beach house
In front of a coffee shop
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Bagelgate The following is a
Posted by: Liz
BagelgateThe following is a a real e-mail correspondence from a friend's work place last year.
From: Eric G.
Sent: Monday, April 15, 2002 12:22 PM
To: Office
Subject: Bagels
To all my fellow co-workers,
I sincerely apologize for the Bagel misunderstanding on April 12, 2002. If you look at your bagel list you will see my name to the right of April 19, 2002. That is this coming Friday. Please don't blame me, blame Robert J. for the mix-up as it is his fault. For those of you who don't know Robert or Bobby as he likes to be called, he sits adjacent to the Typhoon BN 38. Apparently, he chose April 12 as my bagel day but did not let me know. So I, being unaware of any controversy surrounding this "Bagelgate" I enjoyed a much deserved day off. Upon returning to the workplace this morning I found out that I was a very unpopular guy on Friday the 12th. I can totally understand your anger at not getting your bagels on Friday. So, my fellow pencil pushers, I will make it up this Friday with Bagels and possibly some homemade treats.
As you know, our happy little group is growing like the dickens (if anyone knows what a dickens is, let me know). Usually, 2 dozen bagels and 4 tubs of cream cheese would suffice. But lately, there has not been enough bagels and cream cheese to go around. Poor Bobby didn't get to put an honest to goodness schmear of cream cheese on his Berry-Berry bagel a couple of weeks ago. You can bet that must have been an unpleasant day for the Valueline Group. Lord knows we want our pricing specialists to be well fed. For those who don't know, our esteemed Bobby J. is a pricing specialist, and a good one at that. So to keep Bobby and the rest of us happy on Bagel Day, 3 dozen bagels and 5 cream cheeses should do.
Again, my fellow cogs in the big State Street machine, I apologize profusely for the no bagel incident of April 12.
Sincerely,
Eric G.
From: Robert J.
Sent: Monday, April 15, 2002 12:46 PM
To: Office
Subject: RE: Bagels
I don't understand how it can be my fault. I got bagels on my assigned day -- March 29th. I was placing blame where was rightfully owed. According to Bagel Day Standard Operating Procedures, if the person whose day is to get bagels is out or has already gotten them, the responsibility moves to the next person in line. Tony S. had gotten bagels in place of Nic G. on 3-15-2002 so the next person in line would be Eric G. So if you’re looking for someone to place blame on, look no further than Eric G. Due to his inability and failure to reschedule his bagel day, he chose to leave us "fellow co-workers" without bagels. That certainly isn't someone I'd call a fellow co-worker.
Thanks for your time --
Bob J.
PS And by the way Eric, you sent a copy of this to someone named Colette Frazier, not Beth Frazier. If your going to do something like this, at least be competent enough to do it correctly
From: Eric G.
Sent: Monday, April 15, 2002 12:53 PM
To: Office
Subject: RE: Bagels
I sent it to Colette FRAZER not Frazier. For those who don't know, my wonderful boss's name is Beth Frazer not Frazier as Bobby so inaccurately pointed out. By the way if anyone has a copy of Bagel Day Standard Operations Procedures, please leave a copy on my desk.
In the meantime, blame Bob for everything.
From: Robert J.
Sent: Monday, April 15, 2002 12:59 PM
To: Office
Subject: RE: Bagels
Bagel Day Standard Operating Procedure
Rule 1: If the person who's day is to get bagels is out or has already gotten them, the responsibility moves to the next person in line.
Rule 2: Get enough bagels and cream cheese for everyone
Rule 3: Get plenty of Wild Berry Bagels
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