Argephontes
7/03/2002
One last thing. Since I probably will be too busy to post anything tomorrow...
Be safe. Have joy. Celebrate life.
Now I'm really going.
¶ 7/03/2002 03:47:00 PM
Happy Independence Day!
Be safe. Have joy. Celebrate life.
Now I'm really going.
¶ 7/03/2002 03:47:00 PM
We get to go home early!
So before I do that, here's the
Weekly (and a half) Round-Up:
6/22/01 - 7/03/02
High Maintainence: Court has ceased the bloggage. She's all got a boy to date now.
Stupid O'Clock: Ryan and Steve embark on a journey of self discovery. They also find that they are either radical revolutionaries or completely and utterly unoriginal. (You pick.) Ryan proves that he can indeed find the most disturbing, odd, and pointless entertainment on the internet. And, there was tweakage.
Do You Mind?: Justine suffers from growing pains (I FEEL you girl- been there myself), but she got her belly-button pierced, so it's ok. She also added a taggy-doodle.
ClusterFuck: Here we go.... Due to excessive poorness and lack of shelf-space, Alicia put her crap-books up for sale on Half.Com. And they're selling. Plus, Diet Coke should have a new ad campaign. The Seffie saga continues as the cat's wolverine-like claws torment her delicate personage, and she wants to have someone (namely, me) clip them for her. Alicia is fascinated by a strange e-mail and commences an ungodly amount of web research trying to solve the mystery... and then sort of just forgets about it. This is because she is easily distracted.
The highlight this week goes to the list of Mouse Names, spurred by my little sis (Jazzers!) - who found a mouse in the toilet and decided to keep it as a pet. However, Alicia should get some credit for the effort spent on trying to find an apt yet crack-addled name for said mouse... and let me TELL you. Those are some crack-addled names. Fruity Sandwidgery? Dude.
And then there was Monday. Alicia was all sicky. And then there was sadness and blech. But disco shoes and "neeny"-flinging made it be all better. Alicia ponders the implications of writing a gothic vampire romance, and problem with having weather happen. And lastly, Alicia pays homage to the Flaming Balls. Word.
And that's all you get. Cuz I wanna go home. ¶ 7/03/2002 03:43:00 PM
So before I do that, here's the
Weekly (and a half) Round-Up:
6/22/01 - 7/03/02
High Maintainence: Court has ceased the bloggage. She's all got a boy to date now.
Stupid O'Clock: Ryan and Steve embark on a journey of self discovery. They also find that they are either radical revolutionaries or completely and utterly unoriginal. (You pick.) Ryan proves that he can indeed find the most disturbing, odd, and pointless entertainment on the internet. And, there was tweakage.
Do You Mind?: Justine suffers from growing pains (I FEEL you girl- been there myself), but she got her belly-button pierced, so it's ok. She also added a taggy-doodle.
ClusterFuck: Here we go.... Due to excessive poorness and lack of shelf-space, Alicia put her crap-books up for sale on Half.Com. And they're selling. Plus, Diet Coke should have a new ad campaign. The Seffie saga continues as the cat's wolverine-like claws torment her delicate personage, and she wants to have someone (namely, me) clip them for her. Alicia is fascinated by a strange e-mail and commences an ungodly amount of web research trying to solve the mystery... and then sort of just forgets about it. This is because she is easily distracted.
The highlight this week goes to the list of Mouse Names, spurred by my little sis (Jazzers!) - who found a mouse in the toilet and decided to keep it as a pet. However, Alicia should get some credit for the effort spent on trying to find an apt yet crack-addled name for said mouse... and let me TELL you. Those are some crack-addled names. Fruity Sandwidgery? Dude.
And then there was Monday. Alicia was all sicky. And then there was sadness and blech. But disco shoes and "neeny"-flinging made it be all better. Alicia ponders the implications of writing a gothic vampire romance, and problem with having weather happen. And lastly, Alicia pays homage to the Flaming Balls. Word.
And that's all you get. Cuz I wanna go home. ¶ 7/03/2002 03:43:00 PM
Alright, y'all. I went to Fred's. I went to Dollar General. They didn't have any. The lady at the check-out said that they weren't sold out, either- they just never had them to begin with. I DON'T UNDERSTAND.
Do you know how many people were in the store, just like me, buying charcoal and plastic tablecloths? In Fred's there was a lady and her daughter thumbing through the pile ALSO looking for red and white checks. So it isn't just me.
I used up my lunch hour, got charcoal all over my nice white, dry clean only shirt, and still no goddamned red and white checkered plastic tablecloth. So in defiance of all things traditional, I got a bold hot pink one. So THERE. Take that, America! Besides, I'm going to swipe a red plastic one (really flimsy, or I woulda just used it by itself) from the business school and kinda set it crookedways over the pink, and that will go really well with my entourage of happy fruit-covered party trays, which were a housewarming gift from Ryan's folks.
And I stopped by the house to see the boy, and what do you know? The lawn is mowed. There is still joy in the world. ¶ 7/03/2002 01:34:00 PM
Do you know how many people were in the store, just like me, buying charcoal and plastic tablecloths? In Fred's there was a lady and her daughter thumbing through the pile ALSO looking for red and white checks. So it isn't just me.
I used up my lunch hour, got charcoal all over my nice white, dry clean only shirt, and still no goddamned red and white checkered plastic tablecloth. So in defiance of all things traditional, I got a bold hot pink one. So THERE. Take that, America! Besides, I'm going to swipe a red plastic one (really flimsy, or I woulda just used it by itself) from the business school and kinda set it crookedways over the pink, and that will go really well with my entourage of happy fruit-covered party trays, which were a housewarming gift from Ryan's folks.
And I stopped by the house to see the boy, and what do you know? The lawn is mowed. There is still joy in the world. ¶ 7/03/2002 01:34:00 PM
One more thing.
No barbeque is right without a red and white checkered plastic tablecloth. It's all American. It's traditional. It's necessary. And I cannot find one anywhere. I'm going to try Fred's and the Dollar General this afternoon- the only places I haven't tried yet. Wal-Mart- the world navel of all things middle-american and trashy (like red and white checkered plastic tablecloths) - doesn't even have any. How weird is that?
*Note to east coasters/yankees/Italians who might be reading this: I've already had this conversation with Pete. Its perfectly FINE for the red and white checkered plastic tablecloth to simultaneously be symbol of barbeques and the 4th of July AND of family-run Italian restaurants. However, the Italian restaurant thing isn't so much an issue here, because we haven't got any Italian people. So. Just so that's said, and so I don't get any flame-y e-mails from anyone (*cough*) who feels that the Italian restaurant contingency has been under-represented.
¶ 7/03/2002 11:51:00 AM
No barbeque is right without a red and white checkered plastic tablecloth. It's all American. It's traditional. It's necessary. And I cannot find one anywhere. I'm going to try Fred's and the Dollar General this afternoon- the only places I haven't tried yet. Wal-Mart- the world navel of all things middle-american and trashy (like red and white checkered plastic tablecloths) - doesn't even have any. How weird is that?
*Note to east coasters/yankees/Italians who might be reading this: I've already had this conversation with Pete. Its perfectly FINE for the red and white checkered plastic tablecloth to simultaneously be symbol of barbeques and the 4th of July AND of family-run Italian restaurants. However, the Italian restaurant thing isn't so much an issue here, because we haven't got any Italian people. So. Just so that's said, and so I don't get any flame-y e-mails from anyone (*cough*) who feels that the Italian restaurant contingency has been under-represented.
¶ 7/03/2002 11:51:00 AM
It's Friday!
Okay, not really. But no work tomorrow. Or Friday. So I'm having Friday joy on Wednesday. And we're having a barbeque. Ryan and I dropped $60 on 10 lbs. of ribs, weiners, potato salad fixins, watermelon, corn on the cob... I don't know what else we bought. That doesn't seem like it would equal out to that much moolah. But anyhoo. Alicia is making homemade Ice Cream, Court's handling a from-scratch carrot cake and fresh-squeezed lemonade. And beer! There will definately be beer. The boys are all pitching in for fireworks, so that ought to be good (I'll let you know if they blow up the back yard). This will be the first gathering at the new house, so I'm doubly excited.
I'm a little concerned about the weather, though. It's been raining or storming every day this week. The forecast calls for that to be cleared up by tomorrow, but you know. It's the weather we're talking about. It does what it wants. And if it rains, I'ma be pissed.
And speaking of rain, the mow people better damn well come and mow my grass today. They are scheduled to come today, but they may not if its too wet to mow. I've never understood this, but people talk about the grass being to wet, so... ok. Since I do not bother to mow grass, I will defer to those that do on this issue. ¶ 7/03/2002 11:27:00 AM
Okay, not really. But no work tomorrow. Or Friday. So I'm having Friday joy on Wednesday. And we're having a barbeque. Ryan and I dropped $60 on 10 lbs. of ribs, weiners, potato salad fixins, watermelon, corn on the cob... I don't know what else we bought. That doesn't seem like it would equal out to that much moolah. But anyhoo. Alicia is making homemade Ice Cream, Court's handling a from-scratch carrot cake and fresh-squeezed lemonade. And beer! There will definately be beer. The boys are all pitching in for fireworks, so that ought to be good (I'll let you know if they blow up the back yard). This will be the first gathering at the new house, so I'm doubly excited.
I'm a little concerned about the weather, though. It's been raining or storming every day this week. The forecast calls for that to be cleared up by tomorrow, but you know. It's the weather we're talking about. It does what it wants. And if it rains, I'ma be pissed.
And speaking of rain, the mow people better damn well come and mow my grass today. They are scheduled to come today, but they may not if its too wet to mow. I've never understood this, but people talk about the grass being to wet, so... ok. Since I do not bother to mow grass, I will defer to those that do on this issue. ¶ 7/03/2002 11:27:00 AM
7/02/2002
Hundreds of channels and absolutely nothing of any merit is on the TV during my lunch break. I generally really like the Food Network, HGtv, TLC, the Discovery Channels (except for Discovery Wings. Boring.), and I have a soft spot for the Gameshow Network. All of these channels have chosen the crappiest of the crap shows and decided to air them during my lunch break.
I noticed today that if I took lunch at 1:00, I would get an hour of Kids In the Hall. There were some other things, too. All coming on at 1:00, when I am no longer in need of television. That ain't even right.
For me, it's either just suck it up, let go all pretension, and start watching Remington Steele from 12-1, or just keep on flipping around amongst TRL, the VH-1 Top 20 Countdown, and whatever's on Mtv2 and MuchMusic.
Alicia's commentary on my bitch-fest about the lack of decent programming during lunch- "You're just picky."
Damn straight I am. ¶ 7/02/2002 01:26:00 PM
I noticed today that if I took lunch at 1:00, I would get an hour of Kids In the Hall. There were some other things, too. All coming on at 1:00, when I am no longer in need of television. That ain't even right.
For me, it's either just suck it up, let go all pretension, and start watching Remington Steele from 12-1, or just keep on flipping around amongst TRL, the VH-1 Top 20 Countdown, and whatever's on Mtv2 and MuchMusic.
Alicia's commentary on my bitch-fest about the lack of decent programming during lunch- "You're just picky."
Damn straight I am. ¶ 7/02/2002 01:26:00 PM
By the way. For those of you who may be wondering about the lack of Weekly Round-Up. I didn't do it on Friday (duh). And yesterday my neck hurt. And today... It's already Tuesday and there's no point.
Since this is a short week anyway, I'm going to do a Super Sized Weekly (and a half) Round-Up tomorrow, in which I will cover events beginning where I left off and continuing through, well, tomorrow. And then (hopefully) by next week I can get back on a proper Friday rounding-up schedule again.
So there. ¶ 7/02/2002 11:56:00 AM
Since this is a short week anyway, I'm going to do a Super Sized Weekly (and a half) Round-Up tomorrow, in which I will cover events beginning where I left off and continuing through, well, tomorrow. And then (hopefully) by next week I can get back on a proper Friday rounding-up schedule again.
So there. ¶ 7/02/2002 11:56:00 AM
Since it's Be Nice To New Jersey week, I wanted to commend the fabulous people down in Sea Isle who run The Coast (formerly La Costa) hotel. And they are very kind and answer the phone "The Coast, formerly La Costa." It's very nice of them to change their name, because you know, those hard Italian words are very confusing. They definately needed a completely different name. And they need to identify themselves on the phone because I might not get it if they just answered the phone with "The Coast." Because I would think I called the wrong place, you know?
¶ 7/02/2002 11:22:00 AM
So Alicia and I were talking last night. We're gonna have a pop group. Like a weird Spice Girls, Blink 182, and maybe Pat Benetar hybrid. And we're gonna have song that actually reflect reality, and will mean something to the world. Like, "Hurry Up And Get Off, My Parents Are Coming Home."
We will also be recording the following for our debut album:
"Bitch, Please."
"You're So Stupid I Have To Kick You" (He So Stupid Pt. I)
"I'ma Cut Her."
"But He Cute" (He So Stupid Pt. II)
"Girl, Your Butt Looks Good" (You Have To Buy Those Pants)
There were more, but I can't remember what they were. You know, nearly midnight post picture hanging madness. But you get the idea. ¶ 7/02/2002 10:45:00 AM
We will also be recording the following for our debut album:
"Bitch, Please."
"You're So Stupid I Have To Kick You" (He So Stupid Pt. I)
"I'ma Cut Her."
"But He Cute" (He So Stupid Pt. II)
"Girl, Your Butt Looks Good" (You Have To Buy Those Pants)
There were more, but I can't remember what they were. You know, nearly midnight post picture hanging madness. But you get the idea. ¶ 7/02/2002 10:45:00 AM
7/01/2002
You know what else? College kids. Who are supposed to be the brightest and the best. Are MORONS.
¶ 7/01/2002 04:34:00 PM
My neck hurts a whole helluva lot and I haven't got a clue as to why.
Maybe I slept on it wrong?
I could sure use a nice massage. ¶ 7/01/2002 04:27:00 PM
Maybe I slept on it wrong?
I could sure use a nice massage. ¶ 7/01/2002 04:27:00 PM
Hee. Court brought me chicken, which I don't need to eat because I already had lunch. But it's fried and greasy, and therefore impossible not to enjoy anyway.
I swear. You can take anything, bread it, and drop it in a pool of hot grease for a couple of minutes, and it comes out tasting like heaven. ¶ 7/01/2002 02:17:00 PM
I swear. You can take anything, bread it, and drop it in a pool of hot grease for a couple of minutes, and it comes out tasting like heaven. ¶ 7/01/2002 02:17:00 PM
Played Wally-ball again yesterday.
The first time we played, it was Alicia, Dave, Derek, and myself. Despite Alicia's and my extreme lack of coordination with the wall (yes, the wall. The ball itself not so much of an issue), we did ok. We played against the boys, and it was fine. We weren't great, but our suckage was moderate. Although I had a very large bruise where I jammed a knuckle, and another smaller one from banging into the wall.
So yesterday, I played again. This time with Dave and Derek, and Ryan and Nate. Let's just say that the game we played yesterday wasn't even remotely similar to the one we played before. I was trying to dodge the ball as much as trying to hit it. The testosterone in the air was so thick you could feel it.
And I sucked ass. I don't have the arm strength to hit the ball with enough power to send it over the net from the back of the room. My hand-eye coordination is awful, and I have the mistaken assumption that my arms are much longer than they actually are. Sometimes I would miss even the easy balls by trying to jump for it instead of taking a few steps back.
But I held my own. I wasn't good, but I played hard. The boys were nice to me. If I hit the ball and it didn't go, I got a slap on the back and a "Good try!" I realized that I have a really good serve (there were a few strings of my team getting several points in a row off of my serves). Nate called me Killer (Hee!), and I even managed to score the game winning point all by myself during the last game.
My point in all this is that I'm proud of myself. Give me a game of Trivial Pursuit, and I'm viscious and competitive. But when the guys all want to go out and play something physical, I've always declined. I've very rarely played sports in my life, and therefore I'm no good. I've had insane fear that I would either suck so bad no one would ever want to play with me again, or hurt myself, or have to suffer from incessant teasing and criticism. And none of those things happened.
When I asked Dave why he went so easy on Alicia and me the first time, he said it was because he wanted us to like the game so that we would want to play again. I rolled my eyes at that, but it made me feel good. It's ok that I'm not good. I'll get better. And no one seems to mind all that much.
It's really weird when a lifetime of pent up hang-ups and paranoia is shattered in a matter of one silly ball game. But I'm glad it was. ¶ 7/01/2002 09:41:00 AM
The first time we played, it was Alicia, Dave, Derek, and myself. Despite Alicia's and my extreme lack of coordination with the wall (yes, the wall. The ball itself not so much of an issue), we did ok. We played against the boys, and it was fine. We weren't great, but our suckage was moderate. Although I had a very large bruise where I jammed a knuckle, and another smaller one from banging into the wall.
So yesterday, I played again. This time with Dave and Derek, and Ryan and Nate. Let's just say that the game we played yesterday wasn't even remotely similar to the one we played before. I was trying to dodge the ball as much as trying to hit it. The testosterone in the air was so thick you could feel it.
And I sucked ass. I don't have the arm strength to hit the ball with enough power to send it over the net from the back of the room. My hand-eye coordination is awful, and I have the mistaken assumption that my arms are much longer than they actually are. Sometimes I would miss even the easy balls by trying to jump for it instead of taking a few steps back.
But I held my own. I wasn't good, but I played hard. The boys were nice to me. If I hit the ball and it didn't go, I got a slap on the back and a "Good try!" I realized that I have a really good serve (there were a few strings of my team getting several points in a row off of my serves). Nate called me Killer (Hee!), and I even managed to score the game winning point all by myself during the last game.
My point in all this is that I'm proud of myself. Give me a game of Trivial Pursuit, and I'm viscious and competitive. But when the guys all want to go out and play something physical, I've always declined. I've very rarely played sports in my life, and therefore I'm no good. I've had insane fear that I would either suck so bad no one would ever want to play with me again, or hurt myself, or have to suffer from incessant teasing and criticism. And none of those things happened.
When I asked Dave why he went so easy on Alicia and me the first time, he said it was because he wanted us to like the game so that we would want to play again. I rolled my eyes at that, but it made me feel good. It's ok that I'm not good. I'll get better. And no one seems to mind all that much.
It's really weird when a lifetime of pent up hang-ups and paranoia is shattered in a matter of one silly ball game. But I'm glad it was. ¶ 7/01/2002 09:41:00 AM
