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October 30, 2005
i'm gonna shine homie until my heart stop
As part of my continuing boycott of halloween, I went to the redwings/blackhawks game last night with C., pill and TMR (the latter two were wearing costumes in preparation for going to a party and then to Exit, where there would be GOTH CHICS MAN, GOTH CHICS, and thus were not participating in my boycott). and yes, it's true, the boycott began in full force after the guy dressed up as a horse incident on the train a couple years ago (which is describe somewhere on this blog, but it's fucking 8:30 in the morning and i don't feel like finding the link for you), but I've kind of been anti-halloween since i hit college. yes, yes, i am boring, but really, it just seems to me like adults use it as a lame excuse to get dressed up, drink, and act like assholes. i really blame the costumes for the asshole part: for some reason, people that would only be sort of moderate assholes while drunk on any other night turn into huge fucking drunk assholes on halloween, presumably because they are dressed up and incognito or something. i don't know, it's just not my thing. when i have kids i will embrace the child version of halloween, which i think is just fine, but until then, i'm out.
i have a 10k to run thanksgiving morning in detroit. currently i can't run more than 3.5 miles at anything more than a tortoise pace (a 10k is 6.22 miles), and I'm fucked. Fucked. I am hoping my new ipod "run" playlist will help. ha. one of my joys in life (besides whores and crank) is blasting 50 cent while running and trying to rap along under my breath. "shake shshshshake that ass girl".
i think i'm going to get rid of my cable. seriously.
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October 20, 2005
kittens: the good and the bad
good: kittens are easily entertained by anything.
bad: they want to be entertained every second of the day.
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October 18, 2005
nothing new
Work. Work workworkwork. Dad and stepmom came to visit last weekend, which was fun. We watched the penn state/michigan game, walked around downtown, putzed, went to dinner. On Thursday night before they came (thank god or it would have been more of C. and me on the aerobed with a hole in it*) we got the rest of our bed delivered (do you know this story? Mattress fit up the stairs because it is smooshy but boxspring didn't, so had to order split boxsprings which came a week later).
C. just asked me what I was blogging about and I told her "love" and she said "no really" and I said "love" and she said "no really, what are you really blogging about?".
So I've been angry at Comcast because over the past week I lost FOX HD (conveniently during baseball playoffs, fuckers), then NBC, ABC and CBS HD. So I call them to complain. And the guy goes "well, I hate to ask this, but please check the connections on the back of your box" and I say "oh yeah, no problem, I understand, hahahaha" with the unsaid "hahaha you have to ask this because there are morons out there who forget to hookup their cable and then call to bitch about it not working". so i go to the cable box and tighten up the coaxial cable and, bam, FOX HD shows up crystal clear.
I think I can leave the rest of that unsaid. But in my defense if Comcast hadn't brought me such a crappy coaxial cable with crappy, fussy connectors this embarassment never would have happened.
So this morning I'm in the shower and I have that avril lavigne song** in my head, and it strikes me that the line "chill out/what you yelling for?/lay back/it's all been done before" is avril's adolescent interpretation of ecclesiastes. so this, parents, is what a liberal arts education gets your kids--they become lawyers and stand in the shower, dreading going to working, thinking about whether some teen pop star from canada (eh?) was referencing the bible in an insipid song
* the air mattress has a hole in it because certain almost in-laws of mine were supposed to give us the new aerobed that certain parents brought from florida but instead gave us the old one (I actually don't know if that's true but I like to think it is).
Next blog I will analyze the lyrics to "Sk8er Boi" (she said see you later boi)!!
** the only reason I know any avril lavigne lyrics at all is because of this crackhead right here, who on one memorable trip to the jiffy lube on north avenue during law school forced me (and someone who is not speaking to me, as I recall) to listen to it.
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October 08, 2005
...and his bitch
Monroe Blue Line stop:
100:1 a white kid tagged this. Thank you, whitey, you made my friday.
What's made my month is C.'s new job. In case you hadn't heard, C. had been working as a temp looking for the non-secretarial job of her dreams, and she got it, including fully paid benefits, 401k, life insurance, 19 days vacation and the possibility of a bonus. Mysteriously, I can get on her health insurance for $15 a month, so this works out well for me, too. C.'s new job involves recruiting MBAs to come work for her behemoth of a consulting firm. We (being the lawyers) have all warned her that, like JDs, MBAs are dicks (possibly more so, because they know damn well they are studying for 2 years stuff that someone with a high school degree and an IQ above 105 could learn from a textbook in a week), but she seems ok with that.
Yesterday, in the shower, I realized that when Treach of Naughty by Nature in "everything's gonna be alright" raps "I got upset, I got a Tec and a banana clip" he is referring to a clip of ammunition, not the hair clip from the 80s (that some people are apparently still wearing). Because this song came out when many people were wearing "banana clips" and because earlier in the song he complains about not being able to afford a haircut and because it was c. 1992 and I was 13 or 14 and from an all white suburb in Michigan (but close enough to get the all hip hop radio stations from early 90s Detroit! (most of which are now Country stations, boo)), I had somehow thought he was wearing...
well, it's obvious. my whole childhood was a lie.
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October 04, 2005
how many bars did you pass on the way home, punk?
I passed the bar. I have now passed two bar exams.
If found out yesterday. In celebration, this morning I got up at 6am for a conference call with lawyers in Sweden. They sounded nothing like the swedish chef but for some reason I can't get his voice out of me head. That and this creepy record C. has (which mr. pill stole, damn him) which has this 6 year old little british girl doing a spoken word "are you experienced?" which is either cool, or vaguely appealing to pedophiles.
anyway, i won't worry about it becase I HAVE PASSED MORE BARS THAN YOU. I'm 2 for 2, suckers.
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