tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2066987182422676602024-03-08T19:24:42.424-05:00this, that and the otherThings I'm thinking about.Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger889125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206698718242267660.post-2877916179896139222013-11-13T00:02:00.001-05:002013-11-13T00:02:14.229-05:00It may have been mentioned previously in this space what complete ingrate devious nasty assholes my industry attracts and assiduously rewards for such qualities. Or maybe just the place I'm working for. Doubtful. Well, note to self of 11.12.13 as the day I decided I'm good and done.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206698718242267660.post-12076947016283850122013-10-22T19:40:00.001-04:002013-10-22T19:40:06.332-04:00<div dir="ltr"><div><div>One of my all-time favorite tweets:<br><a href="https://twitter.com/bridger_w/status/308338591766020096">https://twitter.com/bridger_w/status/308338591766020096</a><br><br></div>proven true yet again during my semi-(if that) annual facebook login. Of the umpteen updates I trudged through, exactly ONE involved a person I have so much as ever even met in my life (a college friend's brother whom I met at graduation and haven't seen since). Otherwise it was an intolerable cesspool of banality. Yes even more so than ever.<br> <br></div>The only way I would use fb with any regularity would be if I could talk to it, Mayday-style, and tell it exactly what I do and don't want to see, & if it paid me $10,000 every time it either failed to do something I asked or did something without asking me first. I'd be a millionaire within days.<br> </div> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206698718242267660.post-30752504228599051572013-10-03T20:24:00.000-04:002013-10-03T20:25:02.233-04:00Cartoon at PT place: two T-Rexes at dinner. One says, "Please pass the salt." Other responds, "You know I can't." All my favorite things - talking, paggro, animals. Love it so much.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206698718242267660.post-80586861707278372342013-09-26T20:40:00.001-04:002013-09-26T20:40:47.995-04:00What was wrong with the first one?Hoo dilly, another from the same font: "well, I have TWO MBAs, so." Yes? What's the rest of your sentence?
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<br>Followed by this snippet from competitor, in an unrelated conversation: "I'm not sure what to do with the extra $900 million."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206698718242267660.post-57126837585725528252013-09-26T20:36:00.001-04:002013-09-26T20:36:01.269-04:00Tonight at the clubAmid lots of scintillating banter by brilliant, delightful people (not being sarcastic; I need to spend more time here) and a lot of good-natured peacocking (also not being sarcastic, though possibly oxymoronic), this turd was, probably unavoidably, delivered, out of absolutely nowhere: "My family settled here in 1673." Okay.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206698718242267660.post-39101458948936538482013-09-25T22:31:00.001-04:002013-09-25T22:50:29.292-04:00Things not to do/say to someone who's just had a death in the family (yes all of these happened to me and/or my loved ones):<br />
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- "it's probably because you didn't take good enough care of them"<br />
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- "oh hey! Yeah, I heard." *walks away*<br />
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- launch into recitation of all the other people you know who suffered the same illness/accident/etc.<br />
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- leave them voicemail in which you crack jokes<br />
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- hit on/proposition them<br />
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- before they do, use past tense when talking about the departed<br />
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- "OMG, what are you going to do about [anything besides making it through another day without losing your mind]?!" Yes, please, frighten and alarm and cause me further anxiety; this is the best possible time as I am not already overwhelmed or anything.<br />
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- act like nothing happened - say nothing about it to the person despite seeing them every day<br />
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- ask detailed questions about treatment with a persistence that suggests they didn't do everything possible for the person the way you would have<br />
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and for fuck's sake don't "like" the Facebook post announcing the news.<br />
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ETA no this didn't just happen Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206698718242267660.post-13666239404640423662013-09-22T12:44:00.001-04:002013-09-22T12:44:36.744-04:00I love this freak"The titles of paintings were chosen in such a way as to inspire in the spectator an appropriate mistrust of any mediocre tendency to facile self-assurance."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206698718242267660.post-76965017347476475732013-08-22T19:43:00.001-04:002013-08-22T19:43:35.085-04:00<span style="font-size: 18px; text-align: left; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-text-size-adjust: none; ">After the amt of stuff smoked & margarita drunk (none of either by me), if no one plummets to their death from the spiral stairs going off this deck I will be very surprised indeed</span><div><span style="font-size: 18px; text-align: left; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-text-size-adjust: none; "><br></span></div><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e0_GZU8e_Yg/UhaiJ1bDAAI/AAAAAAAAKlE/YglSjeDbELI/s1600/image-715085.jpeg"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e0_GZU8e_Yg/UhaiJ1bDAAI/AAAAAAAAKlE/YglSjeDbELI/s400/image-715085.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5915093450440769538" /></a><span style="font-size: 18px; text-align: left; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-text-size-adjust: none; "><br></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206698718242267660.post-21858736015009426542013-08-15T13:39:00.002-04:002013-08-15T13:39:29.480-04:00I rarely think this and never say it, but I will now: I have been dealing with one deeply stupid person after another all day (and all night last night), & it's making me really tired.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206698718242267660.post-71685107459190982282013-08-06T10:47:00.001-04:002013-08-06T10:47:44.351-04:00Collecting some favorite answers to a favorite question Well, eventually. (s much) (still the 1)
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<br>Not if I can help it. (daw)
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<br>I don't know; let's see. (funny but also *snort* typical)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206698718242267660.post-18330713366387121472013-08-03T18:32:00.000-04:002013-08-03T18:36:41.596-04:00My friend who laughs hysterically when I am not trying to be funny, and just blinks silently at me when I am, *literally laughed until she cried* when I said "there are only two kinds of people: people who think everyone else in the world but them is responsible for them, and people who think they are responsible for their own damn selves."Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206698718242267660.post-70368435117724774162013-08-02T16:22:00.001-04:002013-08-02T16:22:54.546-04:00<span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Pretty sure I've read and maybe even posted <a href=</span><a href="http://t.co/i868hMentR" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">http://t.co/i868hMentR</a><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">>this</a>before but it's worth repeating. I know it's privileged and presumptuous but he does specifically acknowledge up front that he's not talking about everyone. </span><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">I love its content and I love his writing style.</span><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; "><br></div><div><span style="text-align: left; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.292969); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; ">Found a lot of it rather uncomfortable because it's true.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">I would guess that even non-busy people - and people who are, but actually aren't unhappy about it - reflexively claim to be, in unhappy tones, for the same reason we never otherwise claim to be happy: the "Nobody Likes That Guy" problem - no one wants to be hated out of envy (or any other reason). So, at the bottom, wanting to be liked. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">"</span><span style="text-align: left; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">What she had mistakenly assumed was her personality — driven, cranky, anxious and sad — turned out to be a deformative effect of her environment." </span></div><div><span style="text-align: left; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="text-align: left; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Living in NY has kind of been getting to me for the last few months. I've been aware it's bothering me more than ever before and probably more than whatever "normal" may be. Work has been bananas. A spiral probably.</span></div><div><span style="text-align: left; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">I'm going to try two experiments:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">1- when asked how I am, reply, beaming, "Relaxed and happy!" whether its true or not and see what happens. I can handle envy. Shit ton of practice. Bring it on.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">2- spend just five mins a day doing nothing. Not wandering around the webs, not watching tv, not reading, not playing with the dog. NOTHING. (Somewhere [a block away, most likely] KAB is keeling over of shock.) I can count on one hand the number of times I've done this in my life -- don't even need a whole hand -- and EVERY TIME I fell asleep within 90 seconds.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;">Perhaps what I need more than these experiments is to get enough sleep. Have made concerted effort over the past year or so w/ at best mixed "success". Need to do better</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></span></div><div><span style="text-align: left; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><br></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206698718242267660.post-41373125355612562012013-07-19T12:23:00.000-04:002013-07-19T12:23:45.651-04:00<a href=http://xkcd.com/1240/>Sure it's funny</a>, but it's more interesting to me for the rare photorealistic depction (of the dog). Or maybe they're not that rare but online, as IRL, I mainly only notice the dogs, as my beloved B has theorized.<br />
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<a href=http://xkcd.com/1232/>Also: great analogy for why I'm a fiscal liberal.</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206698718242267660.post-42284537876305592712013-07-13T18:50:00.001-04:002013-07-13T18:50:29.491-04:00<div>Lovely. Okay so that's ONE who understands that women have the luxury of being 100% people ONLY IF they clear an attractiveness bar. How about the rest? - and the many women who are just as brainwashed if not more so?</div><div><br></div><a href="http://youtu.be/xPAat-T1uhE">http://youtu.be/xPAat-T1uhE</a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206698718242267660.post-83698534992016637362013-07-09T21:55:00.001-04:002013-07-09T21:55:17.380-04:00Loved loved loved loved loved MUCH ADO. So much. The last time I so sheerly enjoyed and was so absorbed by a movie in the theater was probably MOULIN ROUGE. Perfect acting, great looking, hilarious, and the soundtrack - his "Sigh No More" matches the summer-haze, chin-up, smirking melancholy of the words so beautifully - entrancing. When it was over it really felt like departing the home and company of people I knew. LOVED.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206698718242267660.post-45826968049706573982013-07-01T23:09:00.001-04:002013-07-01T23:09:19.962-04:00VEEPgets better and better! The first political show I've ever <strike>not hated </strike>watched. So funny.<br />
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"That door should be HALF its height so that people can only approach me in my office on their g.d. m.f. knees!!!"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206698718242267660.post-42496446174096754492013-06-19T11:02:00.001-04:002013-06-19T11:02:33.329-04:00<div dir="ltr">somebody please make a blinking musical neon sign for my office that reads: "MOST PEOPLE WORK HARDER THAN YOU DO AT MUCH LESS INTERESTING JOBS FOR A LOT LESS OF EVERY KIND OF REWARD. YOU ARE A LUCKY DUCK"<br> </div> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206698718242267660.post-78174398470497967902013-06-12T15:45:00.001-04:002013-06-12T15:45:24.296-04:00<div dir="ltr">See here's another reason I love AD. I've seen every episode (seasons 1-3) at least a half dozen times, some many more, and I only just noticed that the kids screaming for Lucille for help. eg: GOB mocking Buster with a chicken dance in Buster's room and hurting his ankle -> Buster screams "MOTHER!!"; season 3 finale, GOB hits on Lindsay, who grabs him by the hair & twists -> GOB screams "MOM!" <br> </div> Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206698718242267660.post-45844657469297008202013-06-06T21:01:00.000-04:002013-06-06T21:03:08.814-04:00No, please, take your time. I don't actually want you to DO what I ask, not anytime soon anyway. I have absolutely nothing to do but sit and watch your little circle-thing tick away for days on end and, as often as not, never cough up what I wanted. Also, please have a worse email search function. That isn't enterprise-critical or anything.
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<br>As soon as I qualify for a device change I am throwing this thing in the river and going back to blackberry. It's bad for my mental health.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206698718242267660.post-12198925259547745132013-05-29T21:40:00.001-04:002013-05-29T21:40:26.173-04:00"HOW DOES ANYBODY EVER LIKE ME???"The thought I had today, as I always do, after meeting and immediately disliking someone and then finding out they are a fellow ENFPUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206698718242267660.post-84154301938646222622013-05-28T20:38:00.001-04:002013-05-28T21:53:20.050-04:00Person I've just met, after lecturing (not conversing) on every topic under the sun (including teaching me the basic grammar of a language I speak fluently, even after I told him so) while following me around the room like a deranged duckling so as to be able to continuously disrespect my personal space, announces, to a roomful of his fellow white people save only me, "...but the Japanese language is one of the world's most elegant", while nodding and making meaningful eyebrow waggles at me. It's a Where's Waldo of How To Vex Me.<br />
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ETA oh wow and the N word. We are done here.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206698718242267660.post-45419948962044483932013-05-27T14:40:00.001-04:002013-05-27T14:40:36.484-04:00"I love the troops. Because if they weren't the troops, I would be the troops, and I would be the worst troops. I'd be like, 'You expect me to carry a gun this heavy AND run away screaming? That is TOO MANY THINGS.'"Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206698718242267660.post-56318386248475855962013-05-24T12:49:00.001-04:002013-05-24T12:49:24.187-04:00What is going on in the collective unconscious that is making us so predicate-phobic?? Multiple current verbal vogues sport a 'hilarious' lack of predicate. eg:<br />
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"[complete sentence], because [noun]." eg: "I will be awake from 12:01 to 5:31 am on May 26, because Arrested Development."<br />
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Those tshirts that say:<br />
THING <br />
THING <br />
THING<br />
& THING.<br />
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"That moment when [thing]." Yes? What about it?<br />
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Do we suddenly not want things to happen? I LIKE THINGS TO HAPPEN.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206698718242267660.post-30199753294957906182013-05-20T10:11:00.001-04:002013-05-20T10:11:53.483-04:00Here, kitty, kitty :'(
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<br>Y'know, all but 2-3 of my most favorite people live scattered elsewhere across the globe. I suffer.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-206698718242267660.post-47908297427352630402013-05-08T18:25:00.000-04:002013-05-08T18:25:45.180-04:00Perhaps sad &/or should be alarming that a highlight of my week thus far has been that the only famous person whose presence has flummoxed me into discombobulated awestruck silence favorited something I twote. SquealUnknownnoreply@blogger.com0