Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Kittens with Boxing Gloves

First, I realized people had put my blog on the dcblogs.com index. Then I realized it was the 27th most popular link for that week! Now (it's too much, I know) they have featured one of my entries on their page for Thursday!

The name of the blog is called Kittens with Mittens, but a more appropriate name might be Kittens with Boxing Gloves. This blogger pummels a writer who suggests that it isn’t a good idea to marry a career woman. It starts: Everytime I begin to think that things are changing, that people are growing, that our society is more open, that sexism is slowly crawling towards death, I am slapped in the face with the harsh reality that our country, people, and many men suck.

Okay, to be totally honest, I might have emailed it to them because I was really happy with the posting (as per their suggestions). But no one held a gun to their head and forced them to feature it amongst the hundreds of postings in DC!

Or did I?

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Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Oh the fickle hand of fate...


I'm watching a Lifetime Television movie right now. At the time it was produced, Jenna von Oy and Mark-Paul Gosselar were probably the headlining actors. Two relative unknowns, Sarah Chalke (Scrubs) and Hillary Swank (two-time Oscar winner) also star in the film. Oh, how fickle Americans can be. One day we can't get enough of teenage comedy stars and the next we reject them for oh-so-serious drama turns and Zach Braff vehicles. I have decided to write an open letter in order to address this great tragedy:

Dear Jenna von Oy,

I know that you are still getting paid to act (well, unless when UPN and WB formed the sure-to-be 16-35 demographic boo-HE-moth CW, your show got cancelled), so this is not meant to say you aren't doing want you want to do for a living. You are a paid actor. That rocks, Six. Seriously.

Rather, I am writing to apologize for how quickly America's passionate love affair with you ended. You spent the formative years of your childhood playing the spunky sidekick to Nosem, I mean, Mayim Bialik in Blossom. You were the jewel of many a made-for-tv movie, including one where you had to wear only your underwear on camera, have sorority girls draw marker circles around your lady humps, and then were pushed off of a very tall building by the above psychotic byatches.

All I'm asking, Jenna, is try not to take your short lapse with fame to heart. Rest easy knowing that all of your work led up to that pinnacle death scene, so that Hillary Swank, who played your best friend, could cry for your death. This acting experience widened her range and allowed her to play both a former-boxer-suicidal-paraplegic and a tragic-murdered-Midwestern-transgender. Jenna, those Oscars are for you.

Sincerely,
A recovering Blossom fan

P.S. I'm also certain that you and Sarah Chalke totally traded comedic timing hints around the craft table and that's why she's so funny on Scrubs. Because she wasn't funny on Roseanne. Prettier than that other girl, but not so ha-ha.
P.S.S. I so love how you rocked hats and big flowers decades before that fashion poseur Sarah Jessica Parker.

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Monday, August 28, 2006

And the day ends on a high note...

Hurumph

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Pigfaced Little Twit...

Everytime I begin to think that things are changing, that people are growing, that our society is more open, that sexism is slowly crawling towards death, I am slapped in the face with the harsh reality that our country, people, and many men SUCK. First it was the election of Bush and now some "journalist" working for Forbes has written an editorial empirically claiming "Don't Marry Career Women."

I'm not even going to fully debate this Neanderthal because 1) I don't have time to argue against every single sentence of a 10 paragraph diatribe 2) you all know how I feel 3) even most people will see the blatant idiocy if this guy's arguments. Instead, I'll just pick out a couple of the gems, along with some pointed observations:

Quote 1:
Why? Because if many social scientists are to be believed, you run a higher risk of having a rocky marriage. While everyone knows that marriage can be stressful, recent studies have found professional women are more likely to get divorced, more likely to cheat and less likely to have children. And, if they do have kids, they are more likely to be unhappy about it. A recent study in Social Forces, a research journal, found that women--even those with a "feminist" outlook--are happier when their husband is the primary breadwinner.

What?! What?! I especially love how "less likely to have children" is thrown in there with other life negative moments, like cheating and divorce. You know, the fact that my womb hasn't produce any children is EXACTLY the same thing as me choosing to betray the trust of my partner or for the family I created with my partner to completely disintegrate before my eyes, often with financial, emotional, and physiological consequence. In fact, in the dictionary it says "not having children" is a synonym to "divorce."

My other favorite part in this paragraph is the quotations around the word "feminist." I'm confused? Did he do this because feminism is a "concept"? Or are some women only saying they are feminist? I'm not sure the point. I mean, certainly he's not trying to imply through punctuation that feminism is some sort of abstract idea that is so outside of the cultural norm that said normal people laugh when they use to term and ALWAYS use air quotes. For example:
Claire: who's that girl over there Bobby? The childless one?
Bobby: Oh, I used to date her but she came out with the truth that she was a career girl. I knew that meant we could never get married, so I ended it.
Claire: Oh, so you mean she's a (moves both sets of index and second fingers together in air in an up and down movement) "feminist".
Bobby: That's a good one. (echoing Claire's movements) A "feminist"! hahahahahahahahahaahahahahaha

Quote 2:
Why? Well, despite the fact that the link between work, women and divorce rates is complex and controversial, much of the reasoning is based on a lot of economic theory and a bit of common sense. In classic economics, a marriage is, at least in part, an exercise in labor specialization. Traditionally, men have tended to do "market" or paid work outside the home, and women have tended to do "nonmarket" or household work, including raising children. All of the work must get done by somebody, and this pairing, regardless of who is in the home and who is outside the home, accomplishes that goal. Nobel laureate Gary S. Becker argued that when the labor specialization in a marriage decreases--if, for example, both spouses have careers--the overall value of the marriage is lower for both partners because less of the total needed work is getting done, making life harder for both partners and divorce more likely. And, indeed, empirical studies have concluded just that.

I think that "classic economics" is the key point here. Perhaps if we as a society provided for children regardless of the marital/working/income status of the parents, women wouldn't be so torn between their career choice and their forced status as caregiver. Perhaps if we as a culture valued the "traditional" work of women more, shock, even paying them for it, they might be more satisfied as caregivers. Or maybe, I know this is radical, men could stay home and the women could have careers! Why is it just accepted that the balance is out of order because women go to work? Yes, it is hard when both people have careers. Yes, maybe there is a logic to the division of labor. But why is that men get to keep their careers and women end up with divorce and children they were told they are supposed to have? Men have been the "breadwinners" since the dawn of basic trade. It's our fucking turn! Here's your apron. Over there's the dishes. Don't forget to wear a smile! See, "classic economic" balance restored! Wasn't that easy?
Quote 3:
In 2004, John H. Johnson examined data from the Survey of Income and Program Participation and concluded that gender has a significant influence on the relationship between work hours and increases in the probability of divorce. Women's work hours consistently increase divorce, whereas increases in men's work hours often have no statistical effect. "I also find that the incidence in divorce is far higher in couples where both spouses are working than in couples where only one spouse is employed," Johnson says.

I love how if it's "statistical" people assume that means its some sort of absolute truth. There are so many other factors involved in a situation than revealed in studies like this. Does statistics take into account the fact that an increase in women's work hours consistently increases divorce because women are also expected to take care of the home. When women work more, men, who are accustomed to a power relationship where they are taken care of, cry like little babies. But, because women have for centuries been conditioned to accept the longer work hours of men (and since less men handle the cooking, cleaning, etc.) there is little changed in the relationship. Yes, the woman gets less attention, but she still has the same amount of work as before. Not so when wifey isn't home to wipe husband's lazy bum. Oh yeah and one final thing--when only one spouse is working, let's say the man, the wife becomes financially dependent upon her husband. This means that she is less likely to divorce her husband because of the inability to support herself or her children. See, statistic explained.
Quote 4:
The other reason a career can hurt a marriage will be obvious to anyone who has seen his or her mate run off with a co-worker: When your spouse works outside the home, chances increase that he or she will meet someone more likeable than you. "The work environment provides a host of potential partners," researcher Adrian J. Blow reported in The Journal of Marital and Family Therapy, "and individuals frequently find themselves spending a great deal of time with these individuals."

There's more: According to a wide-ranging review of the published literature, highly educated people are more likely to have had extramarital sex (those with graduate degrees are 1.75 times more likely to have cheated than those with high school diplomas.) Additionally, individuals who earn more than $30,000 a year are more likely to cheat.

Oh yippee!!! I was wrong--there is equality now! Women can run off with their younger, skinnier secretaries just like men have been for... well, ever. Oh and they can also get the same higher education once refused them, where amongst other things, they learn the sexual mores their male counterparts have been privy to all along.
See, things aren't that bad, girls. Who knew we had it so good?
Quote 5:
And if the cheating leads to divorce, you're really in trouble. Divorce has been positively correlated with higher rates of alcoholism, clinical depression and suicide. Other studies have associated divorce with increased rates of cancer, stroke, and sexually transmitted disease. Plus, divorce is financially devastating. According to one recent study on "Marriage and Divorce's Impact on Wealth," published in The Journal of Sociology, divorced people see their overall net worth drop an average of 77%.

The moral of this story? If you marry a girl like me, you'll end up a poor, drunk, suicidal vagrant with herpes. Husband, you'd better watch out.

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Sunday, August 27, 2006

Minute Mystery

It's 7:30pm on Sunday night. I have no idea where my weekend went. Seriously. I feel like I did a lot...and when I list it all up--helped friend move, went to BBQ, dyed hair, talked to friend who had been traveling world for two months, talked to parents, talked to Grandpa, talked with another friend, cleaned kitchen, cleaned bathroom, put laundry away, updated planner, worked a little, ordered some academic journals, paid bills, read Star magazine, watched some telly--it sure seems like a lot.

I guess I judge my weekends successful by how LITTLE I do... When I have busy weekends and don't spend enough time lounging on the couch, I feel my weekend was wasted. Weekends are for pajamas, beer, and Netlix, not errands.

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Friday, August 25, 2006

What I listened to today... the Sequel

I've decided to make "what I listened to today" a regular feature. So, without further ado, what I listened to today:

Apple Blossom
, De Stijl, The White Stripes
The Man Who Couldn't Cry, American Recordings, Johnny Cash
Everything is Everything, Alphabetical, Phoenix
Julie (Remix), Oh You're So Silent, Jens Lekman
The National Anthem, Kid A, Radiohead
Outlaw Song, Folklore, 16 Horsepower
Signal and Sign, A Certain Trigger, Maximo Park
Three Hopeful Thoughts, The Execution of All Things, Rilo Kiley
Little Bunny Foo Foo, Sara's Mix, Moldy Peaches
Capture the Flag, You Forgot It in the People, Broken Social Scene
I Love Life, We Love Life, Pulp
Aren't All Parades Free?, In Plain Song, Higher Burning Fire

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Thursday, August 24, 2006

What I listened to today...

I used to be an album-only person, even with my iPod. I wanted to hear everything in the order it was put together. But... I have so much music now (around 150 gigs... 1100 or so albums) that I've started listening to my iPod on shuffle. This way I can get snippets of what's new and then go from there. Sometimes it makes me feel like I'm not getting the full context of my music, the full experience as it was meant to be. Regardless, it makes the Metro ride shorter...

Anyhow, I thought I'd post what my iPod gave me today on my way to work and back. Some of it I like, some I need to take off old Sparkly. If iTunes has it, I've linked it up... Enjoy.

Cool, Ad Frank is the World's Best Ex-Boyfriend, Ad Frank
The Sidewinder Sleeps, Automatic for the People, R.E.M.
Don't You Know, Lovers, the Sleepy Jackson
Yesterday Never Tomorrows, Logic Will Break Your Heart, The Stills
Comrade's Twenty Sixth, When Your Heartstrings Break, Beulah
I Am a Sunflower, Breathing Tornados, Ben Lee
Untitled Track, In Plain Song, Higher Burning Fire
Back to the Old House, Louder Than Bombs, The Smiths
Can't Make a Sound, Figure 8, Elliot Smith
Anecdote, LP, Ambulance LTD
The Unthinkable is True, Set You Free, Chisel
The New Year, Transatlanticism, Death Cab for Cutie
Surface of the Sun, Retail Sampler, Richard Davies
Hiding All Away, Abattoir Blues, Nice Cave and the Bad Seeds
"Grounded", Wowee Zowee, Pavement
"Through the Swells", How I Learned to Write Backwards, the Aislers Set
"Cross Bones Style", Moon Pix, Cat Power
Films, The Pleasure Principle, Gary Numan
Drying Out, Rigging the Toplights, Pinetop Seven
"Woodgrain", Sad Sappy Sucker, Modest Mouse

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Ubiquitous Techno Remix

First go here.

Then here.

Or vice versa.
Whatever. Just do it. Oh, not safe for work. Seriously. Do three hail marys after listening.


This is courtetsy of my darling Erik. Mwa!

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One of those girls...

Those of my readers who were in grad school with me will probably remember me coining a certain term about the second-year students. The term was quite catty, but seemed appropriate for the class above us who were mostly administration and development museum people. Oh and Randy the hipster butt-crack. A different bag from collections and exhibition people, to say the least. Necessary for museums to stay open (and for me to get a paycheck), but different cats all the same. The term got around so much that I'm almost embaressed to admit this...but I have to get it off my chest.

I, too, have become a pointy-toe shoe. It's true. I have several pairs in my closet and several blisters on my toes to prove it. Sure, sure, I tend to wear my soft-sole white Minnetonkas and my grandpa sweaters more... but the point is that I've crossed a line into a world I can't come back from: fashion trends.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! Run away, run away!

All kidding aside (can someone like me really say that with a straight face?!)...when I first moved from Missouri, I had a basic uniform of chunky glasses, short pixie hair, corduroys, cowboy shirts, and chuck taylors. Sometimes I'd mix in a jean skirt, overalls, or flip-flops if the weather was nice. Basically I wore Midwestern chic and nothing else. Even though DC is NOT a fashionable city by any means (seriously, are scrunchies required federal employee uniform wear?), but it was still more, ahem, "urban" than my "down-home" Arkansas-bred comfort clothes. I mean, time for the high school Widespread Panic concerts was over. Black Cat approved bans only for me now. I bought a nice wool coat (vintage, of course) to replace my Grandpa's chicken farm vests. And by Grandpa's, I don't mean style, but provenance. Somehow, someway (okay, it was at H&M) in the last three years I started buying feminine, multi-blend trend clothes. I also took out all of my all-the-way-up-my ear hoops and started wearing dangling earrings. DANGLING EARRINGS! Did you hear me? DANGLING EARRINGS! and POINTY TOE SHOES!!!!

FUCK!

Actually, I like it. Nothin' says D.C. gentrifying transplant like Midwestern chic mixed with pointy-toe shoes.

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Wednesday, August 23, 2006

PS.

Just to clarify, I'm certainly no Pollyanna. In fact, my bestest monkeyhead has dubbed me "Eliza-bitch" for my sometimes catty remarks about...well... anyone. But what I'm talking about is the complete disregard for someone's feelings. I mean, it's not like I actually ever went up to the nasty snatches at GWU who couldn't dress their body size and said "Nasty snatch, you need to dress your body size. Get a longer skirt." Of course not. Because one is funny among friends and the other is mean. Even if it is the truth.

Yes, I'm talking to you.

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"I'm just being honest!"

I am so tired of that excuse when people are assholes... Like Jeffrey on Project Runway... yes, I know, I'm ranting because of reality television. Whatever. And what's with that paranoia, by the way?!

Anyhow... I know I've written something along these lines before, but it still gets in my craw and won't stop driving me crazy. People who do this are treating honesty like it's some sort of absolute truth. They are giving their opinion, which is a judgmental, rude one. Whatever. Have that opinion. But don't hide behind "honesty" like it's some sort of badge of honor--I'm a stronger person than you, I say asshole things and hurt people's feelings because I'm honest. I exist at a higher level of self-awareness than you do. I have no regard for the fact that I am not the only person or only opinion in this world.

No! Fuck you. You just get pleasure and self-satisfaction out of being a jerk. And the thing that gets to me so much is that many of the people who use "I'm just being honest" or "I'm a bitch, what can I tell you?!" excuses are often liberal, progressive people who consider themselves open-minded, creative, and avant-garde. The one thing I have learned in my oh-so-many years on this earth is that liberal is not the same as open-minded. And that's a very important distinction to make... and no, open-minded about what chemicals you ingest is not what I'm talking about... Yes, I'm talking about you.

When the socially-open, supposedly caring people of my generation spend their time cutting other people down in the name of "honesty", it's no wonder everything's going further into the crapper. I don't expect us all to get along or to live in some naive peace utopia. But some basic human courtesy would certainly help things along. Especially when "liberals" are the people who are supposed to protect the rights of others during Bush's ushering of the New Dark Ages.

What?! I'm just being honest!

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Tuesday, August 22, 2006

Old Friends...

I just got home from a goodbye happy hour for a good friend moving to Maine this week... I got to see some old and dear friends from my time at NARA and it was really nice. Ate beef for the first time in a long time... The place was "Irish" and had little to no non-beef options, save the requisite "Chesapeake crabcake" on every menu down here. Sigh. We'll see how that goes over tomorrow morning...

Anyhow, I'm just really proud of my friend. She's leaving a good job, good money, and good friends to move in with the person that she loves. She feels all this pressure of modern feminism to choose career happiness (quote unquote artificial ideal of success) and I call bullshit. If family, partners (gay or straight) and love is more important to you than a high profile job, then that's great. The point of women's struggles was to create a world where women could CHOOSE how they shaped their lives. I have no problem with women who want to be stay-at-home moms as long as they are doing that because they WANT to, not because of some male-oriented, Christian ideal. Just as I think choosing to never have children (like myself...probably) is fine and dandy. My friend is one of the smartest women I know and very successful... but her heart is in Maine. And instead of following along with the new social pressures that discriminate against women who want love instead of prestige, she's going for what she wants...

And that's what a feminist looks like, bitches.

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Anybody?

I have the next two weeks to locate contact information for the Princess of Thailand and Nelson Mandela's Minster of Health.

Anybody?

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Monday, August 21, 2006

New Kid on the Block

So the job stress? Still not alleviated. Still love what I do but beginning to feel crunch time. Especially because someone needed something today and I couldn't do it...sure there are reasons, including one admitted by said someone--I don't have FUCKING time to do all the stuff I need to do. I felt really disappointed that I couldn't help this person, even though I have so many piles on my desk I can barely find my post-its reminding me of what I have to do. Yesterday.

This exhibition has been reorganized with me being the only exhibition coordinator in charge of assets. There used to be two. Other employees have also had duties shifted around and everyone is learning a new place. I'm certainly not the only busy person. And I'm not crying out for sympathy... I certainly don't want a pity party. This exhibition is huge--cosmic size huge. So many assets, so many contacts, so many storylines... but it's also wonderful, amazing, exciting, and challenging job. It's high profile. It makes me feel proud of myself. I brag about my job. If this is work, then I'll take it and the piles any day. It ain't pluckin' chickens, that's for sure.

In all honesty, I don't think it's all the work I have that's bothering me...it's more the uneasiness I still have as a new employee...much less one following an excellent predecessor. I have replacement lover syndrome... Am I as good? As pretty? As smart? As lovable? Of course, with a job, you can't actually ask those questions and keep the power relationship. You become a needy little girl. A child instead of an equal...

When do you stop being the new kid?

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and i don't want to know me better...



and i don't want to live forever
when the sky is full of little holes
exploding as they take my picture
let's explode...




why is it that even when i'm happy, these sorts of songs speak to me more than others? morose, self-critical, depressing, shoe-gazing. the sadder the better. the more internal struggle the better. is it because lively lizzy is really lugubrious liz at her core? is it because i've spent much of my life struggling with anxiety and depression... and songs like this make me feel that someone else out there knows exactly what's hiding on the inside of me?

or does the feeling of sadness, self-reflectiveness, or pensiveness give me some sort of high? an artificial sense of artistic and romaniticized sadness? does all sadness and depression have a little bit of this? the edgar allen poe, sylvia plath sexiness of moroseness?

i'm not sure. but damn i love that song.

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Friday, August 18, 2006

One moment...

...can change the course of human history. One person, one thought, one culmination of millions of coincidences can alter the afters unrecognizable from the befores. We just watched this very disturbing movie, C.S.A.: The Confederate States of America, which captures this truth. The film (mockumentary, I guess is more appropro) explores an alternate history of the US if the Dixies had won... it does so through a (fake) British documentary shown on Confederate network television... including commercials selling slave-based American products. Yes, it was funny...but, it was the sort of funny that is borne of uncomfortable, embarrassing realities. Like laughing at a funeral. It was not a Christopher Guest-type mockumentary. It was both a picture of how close we were to having a very different (inhuman, disgusting, abhorrent) future and how close we still are to a past that hasn't disappeared... it just goes unnoticed by most. Scary.

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Thursday, August 17, 2006

In case you care and/or notice...

I only post blogs at night... in fact, I only write them at night because I work for the federal government, otherwise known as BIG BROTHER. All my phone calls and keystrokes are recorded somewhere by someone for some odious purpose that will someday restrict my civil rights. Yippee!!! My job is very very very far removed from Bushy-tail (in fact, run counters to many of his beliefs...like, for instance, education is good), but it's still a piece of pulled pork on the giant sandwhich of mass bureaucratictastic bureaucracy bbq... Yum yum.

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Stay Gold, Pony Boy

Jon Stewart just made an "Outsiders" reference... That makes me happy.

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It's not like it's a dog or something...

First off, I need to say that I love my job. It's amazing to not only do work that is creative, challenging, and socially relevant, but also for that job to be your dream job. But, from the very beginning, I've been very busy at work. A lot of people depend on me to do my job and I depend on them to do mine. It's a wonderful collaborative environment, but can also prove to be a vicious cycle of piles, plaintive pleas for help, followed by more piles. Normally, though, I leave my work anxieties at work. My piles don't attach themselves to my brain (okay okay I take some work home on weekends, but just reading). I let it go. Work is work, home is home. But the past couple of days, I have been stressing about work when I get home. I've been thinking about all the stuff I have to do the next day (which, because I work with museum objects, I can't bring home...) and being in a general state of fret. This is not good. It is just a job. A wonderful, exciting, good paying, important job. But a job, nonetheless...

So my solution? I've poured myself a drink, bought some celebrity trash magazines, put on my pajamas and am zoning out. I wasn't going to even turn on my Mac, but it was calling to me like a pitcher of beer on a hot afternoon. Yum.

Okay, now I'm seriously off to zone out. Ciao.

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Wednesday, August 16, 2006

All You Can Eat

Why do mosquitoes like certain people for chow and not others? Isn't it because some people have thinner skin to bite through? Or higher levels of nutrients? I have no idea... Anyhow, the point is that I was out watering my yard (okay, my 5ft by 5ft square in front of the rowhouse) for maybe 10 minutes and I am COVERED in bites. This happens anytime I go outside, skin covered or not. Seriously, I can be wearing jeans and somehow those damn buggers just munch right on down. Chomp, chomp, chomp, chomp. MMMM, yummy Elizabeth. Tastes like... blood.

In other news, why do people who sign up for kickball for the booze insist on taking it seriously? Against a group of (mostly) girls who not only haven't played team sports since elementary school, but also were last to be picked? Okay, it wasn't really that bad. Everyone was really nice, although it was a slaughter. In fact the ump politely suggested that we get some "base training" from any of us who might of played softball/baseball in the past. Husband, I'm looking at you.

I'm off to bed. Found out today in weekly staff meeting that our team is three weeks behind on a immovable deadline. Those three weeks are partly piled up on my desk, so I need to be ready for battle tomorrow. It probably doesn't help that my position was empty for a year... Funny how just because noone's doing the work, the work doesn't stop needing someone to do it.

Zzzzzzzzzzzz

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Tuesday, August 15, 2006

Meh.

I honestly think that the reason I'm not writing is that I'm constipated. No, I don't mean physically. Mentally. I have so many back stories here in my head that I don't even know where to start. I usually write most of my blogs in my head as they happen. I come up with trigger words and then at some later point, sit down and write. I use to do all of my papers this way... Anyhow. I have all sorts of new stories about the new place, idiotic eye exams debacles, new music, druken escapades... but I haven't gotten around to writing them and now I'm all clogged up.

So, here's the new deal: I will forget all the things that happened over the last four months. I was never there. You were never there. Blogs never almost came into existence. I'm aborting them. I change my mind. Fuck off, Jerry Falwell.

My writing bowels are now clean and hopefully blogs will starting flowing regularly again.

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