They do come true
For did my dreams
Come True
When I looked at you
Ah, Stevie Wonder. Kinkajou saved the day. His name comes from a ridiculous crack we shared over Paris Hilton's latest shoulder "accessory", a tiny brown fuzzy so-ugly-it's-cute animal that I've learned can't be housebroken. Neither can Paris, from what they write.
Another week, another interview. This particular troll asked me "Do you have a problem with diversity?" KJou and another one of my co-workers FELL on the floor laughing. My closest friends AREN'T WHITE. DUHHHH!!!
Let's see...I've dated 2 Haitians, 1 Mulatto (an outdated term, but he and his mom stood by it and they were from Savannah), 3 Jamaicans, various Joses, Juans, and other interesting mutts. One guy was a Pre-fab Keanu--he was Japanese and Jewish. His big joke was that he would open his own restaurant and call it Sosumi (say it a few times, it'll sink in.) Another guy was Korean, Hispanic and Irish. (Kimchee with whisky, anyone?) Um, yeah. I think I have that diversity thingie down. In addition to the various Johnny Goombah wannabes and of course, a few shamrocks thrown in for good measure. Some of 'em had more freckles than I did, now that I think of it.
Silly, silly. This person probably thinks George Clinton is Bill's other brother. HA!
Where does KJou come into this particular entry? Last week, my 1986 tape of Overjoyed, a lush piano gem by Stevie, snapped. What did I expect after playing a TDK cassette constantly for 20 years? I'm surprised it held up that long. Enter KJou, who not only met THE MASTER, but played with Wonder himself. Jou delights in this story. Perfect guy to burn me a new cd of one of my favorite songs, I'll say. It's happily in my RealPlayer, and will be added to my iTunes at home.
And now, for my Joy to the World mix from Paris. (France, not Hilton.) This thing is so rare, it's worth hundreds of dollars. Nothing better than an 8-minute house mix of a great Christmas carol. And I got it for $43! That's cheap, since some guy on amazon.uk wanted $170 for it. Yeesh.
I guess I got lucky.
The Going Home Hour approaches. Thank god. Two days without Pinochet or any of the Twits.
Friday, January 27, 2006
Thursday, January 19, 2006
That’s Unamerican
Another coworker and I were busting a gut over the fact that one of the execs resembles Sam the Eagle from the Muppet Show. Avadon (this person deals with photos) stood there as I recounted my email tale. I also mentioned someone who knows policy said such nitpicking is grounds for a lawsuit. ACLU, anyone? NY State Labor board? Eyes rolled, jaws dropped between the both of us as we exchanged horror stories of how it is now and how it used to be. Fish tend to rot from the head down, and this place--even on different floors, I see--is no exception.
The rah rah "We're Part of the Team" bullshit continues. There is a clear distinction between those of us that remember the inner workings of each department and the current dysfunction. The digital team used to consist of many members. Now it consists of 3--just 3 people (all overworked and getting snippier by the minute) to cover international orders, photos, digital things, and domestic papers, including colleges. That's not counting baseball season, which will drop about 400 orders on my head in a space of one week. Who the fuck is going to do this work? Between me and them? That's 5 people. All this for a shit salary and not even a thank you? Oh, I'm gonna explode.
My name appeared courtesy of Vault.com in a recruiters offer from an Info Clearinghouse, so I clicked on the link in my email. It quickly sent me 21 names with mailing labels for $30. Hey, I'm up to my eyeballs in debt anyway, so I grabbed the Visa and signed on. 9 of them are in NYC. That's about $1.75 per name, good deal. Direct recruiters who specialize in headhunting for the fields I want to be in. Great. More emails to send and cover letters to fax out. Fabu!
I'm staring at a sea of empty offices. Two retirees, one who won't be replaced. This company continues to get worse. Who the hell's going to do this work? I predict a future where child labor comes back, but with a twist.
Former middle-class families who are now indentured servants to robber barons will raffle off their children starting from the age of 7 or 8. These children will be allowed to finish high school, but only certain subjects. Given their distinct talents or tendencies, corporations will choose who they want and pay the family directly. Upon graduation, these kids will be carted off to be used as slaves. One graduate will service the needs of about 10 Vice Presidents. One meal per day will be provided, and one bathroom break. The buildings will have no windows, all the air will be filtered in. Reproduction will be planned in a lab. New "children" will be harvested from Petri dishes. The indentured servants will be given a choice of who they'd like to "raise." Bar coding will track everyone. When the slave children reach the age of 40, they can "retire" and find a "family" to build. Life expectancy is greatly reduced since 18 hour days become the norm again. There are no unions. There is no healthcare. Choice means you are free to do as the Barons tell you. The dead are liquified as fuel for the labs and to run the buildings. Fossil fuels have been depleted. Should a slave child die before the age of 40, their "family" must choose again from the lab to restart the process. Drones and clones are what I see.
See what The Matrix does to me? Come on, kiddies, is it really that far from the truth? It's not too farfetched now.
Complacency leads to apathy. Apathy leads to fear. Fear leads to paralysis. Paralysis leads to someone else making your choice. Do you really believe they'd have your best interests? Of course not.
Welcome to the USSA.
You are free.
To Do.
As We Tell You.
The rah rah "We're Part of the Team" bullshit continues. There is a clear distinction between those of us that remember the inner workings of each department and the current dysfunction. The digital team used to consist of many members. Now it consists of 3--just 3 people (all overworked and getting snippier by the minute) to cover international orders, photos, digital things, and domestic papers, including colleges. That's not counting baseball season, which will drop about 400 orders on my head in a space of one week. Who the fuck is going to do this work? Between me and them? That's 5 people. All this for a shit salary and not even a thank you? Oh, I'm gonna explode.
My name appeared courtesy of Vault.com in a recruiters offer from an Info Clearinghouse, so I clicked on the link in my email. It quickly sent me 21 names with mailing labels for $30. Hey, I'm up to my eyeballs in debt anyway, so I grabbed the Visa and signed on. 9 of them are in NYC. That's about $1.75 per name, good deal. Direct recruiters who specialize in headhunting for the fields I want to be in. Great. More emails to send and cover letters to fax out. Fabu!
I'm staring at a sea of empty offices. Two retirees, one who won't be replaced. This company continues to get worse. Who the hell's going to do this work? I predict a future where child labor comes back, but with a twist.
Former middle-class families who are now indentured servants to robber barons will raffle off their children starting from the age of 7 or 8. These children will be allowed to finish high school, but only certain subjects. Given their distinct talents or tendencies, corporations will choose who they want and pay the family directly. Upon graduation, these kids will be carted off to be used as slaves. One graduate will service the needs of about 10 Vice Presidents. One meal per day will be provided, and one bathroom break. The buildings will have no windows, all the air will be filtered in. Reproduction will be planned in a lab. New "children" will be harvested from Petri dishes. The indentured servants will be given a choice of who they'd like to "raise." Bar coding will track everyone. When the slave children reach the age of 40, they can "retire" and find a "family" to build. Life expectancy is greatly reduced since 18 hour days become the norm again. There are no unions. There is no healthcare. Choice means you are free to do as the Barons tell you. The dead are liquified as fuel for the labs and to run the buildings. Fossil fuels have been depleted. Should a slave child die before the age of 40, their "family" must choose again from the lab to restart the process. Drones and clones are what I see.
See what The Matrix does to me? Come on, kiddies, is it really that far from the truth? It's not too farfetched now.
Complacency leads to apathy. Apathy leads to fear. Fear leads to paralysis. Paralysis leads to someone else making your choice. Do you really believe they'd have your best interests? Of course not.
Welcome to the USSA.
You are free.
To Do.
As We Tell You.
Monday, January 16, 2006
Welcome to the Desert of the Real
Once again, The Matrix was on TNT. All three of 'em in a row. What else should I watch on a 20 degree day? And oh, BOY does this movie have resonance! Now more than ever. For those of you that need a refresher, scroll back to the "There is No Spoon" posting from last year. Here's a recap of this runaway crazy weekend...
Nationals ended, Johnny won and so did Sasha. They both pulled it off with flawed performances, and yes, they named Kwan to the Torino team, but I knew that would happen. Emily Hughes can take a few more years to perfect her lutz. She'll still look stunning in her blue Tonia Bass dresses. Like her famous sibling, Sarah, she has an incredible energy and lovely hyperextended knees on her spirals and laybacks. This girl's gonna go far, but this is not her Olympic year.
The continual thought in my head this weekend was from an incident that took place earlier in the week. I sent an informative email filled with answers to questions numerous people from my job have asked me. I promptly got slammed. Below is an excerpt from a 'letter' he sent me. Imagine Lurch standing at a podium making a speech .
"There is no place for personal reflections, commentary on departmental practice, nor expression of your individual likes and dislikes...You are not authorized to speak on behalf of the department...further unprofessional communications from you will result in discipline, up to and including termination of employment." Mind you, I've gotten strange, ice-cold vibes from the man who has all the charm of Hugo Weaving's Agent Smith. "It's inevitable, Mr. Anderson..."
This was for a simple email I sent informing coworkers outside the NY office what we now did, what hours we worked, what my full name is--which is why it never matches my email address--and that I used to have a different identity outside the office inside a system that is changing. I did not create it, I inherited it. Then I made the huge carnivorous bloody point to mention people that no longer work in my department. Three were fired by Baldo (Mr. Temple's sad and sorry successor), one left, and one had a baby (that would be Ghetto Cow. Whom I still don't miss.)
The "conversation"--which was one-sided from Agent Smith--included the lovely comments and simultaneous thoughts from me as I sat there..."We don't like your tone...That's not the way to send an email...it makes the department look bad...we don't care what you think or what you feel...further actions such as this will result in disciplinary action." And to this? I didn't even get to explain myself. That's what I get for sending a casual email in newswriting style. OOps, my bad. The daggers that stared out at me were so precious, though. Take a midwestern republican who wants to protect "the company" at any cost and put him up against a native New Yorker who votes independently and sees everyone as equal in a crumbling company and whaddya get? A nice little showdown.
I knew for months that this man didn't like me. I could feel it. So, I can honestly surmise that 1) he was looking for a reason to "put me in my place" and 2) this had more to do with him than the actual email. If everyone was up in arms, all four of the Agents, so to speak, would have been in the room with me. And my reactions? Let's do a play by play of my two favorite quotes.
"We don't care what you think or feel." Well, DUH! I could drop dead in the office. As long as I don't bleed on the rug or ruin anyone's Bruno Magli shoes, all is well. [Interestingly enough, there is a similar phrase I heard from someone at my last job. I believe his exact words--screamed two inches from my face as I recall--were (I kept the post-it I wrote it on from November 6, 2000), "I don't care if you're having personal problems. Either you're here or you get out. What do I look like, an idiot?!" Well, I buried that personal problem on June 4, 2001. And yes, the person that said this to me is still an idiot. Frustrated actors amuse me no end. Even if they finally get to run a school by default.]
...actions such as this will result in disciplinary action."What, they're gonna take away my vacation days? I don't get to go anywhere as it is. My pay is shit, and they think I'm overpaid? So what's next? Dock me for a week? Then I will go to the NY State labor board and start a war. Docked for a fucking email? Oh, that's choice.
And what ties this whole week together? A death of a child. Nixzmary Brown. 7 years old, starved and beaten to death in Bed-Stuy. Makes me think of Elisa Izquierdo in 1995. I attempted to go to that wake but couldn't get in, the line was around the block. Nixz's funeral is tomorrow, and I can't be there. I have to work at this shithole. Everyone says it's Children's Services that should have saved her. NO. I say it's the neighbors, the people across the street, the people at the school who suspected, mused, wondered and bet it was a bad situation, but they did nothing. The mother was emotionally fragile and probably abused as well, and the other children had the crap beat out of them, too. All you need is a manipulative, violent, scheming bastard to ruin everything. Let the demons run amok and what happens? You get a little girl whose photographs show the face of an elderly gaunt creature who gave up before the age of 10 and didn't even live to see that number.
What's my point, kiddies? How in hell do I link these two things? YOU CAN'T LET THESE SCUMWADS WIN. YOU'VE GOT TO TAKE A STAND. PERIOD.
It's about politics, control, mindwashing. They want you to know nothing, have even less, be obedient, blind, dumb, deaf, meek and stupid. The Bible says that the meek shall inherit the earth. I don't want the earth.
I want the ocean, the air, the songs, the sleep, and the knowing. I want my dignity, conscience, and the ability to see my face every day in the mirror. I want to earn each wrinkle and gray hair and know that the armor I wore every day couldn't protect me from the simplest of moments, the epiphanies, and the tears. The one with the most toys DOESN'T win, it's the one who didn't sell their integrity on an installment plan according to society's sticker price.
I will shatter before I bend. Mark my word. Sleep peacefully, Nixzie. You are with the angels now. Send one to watch over the others...
Nationals ended, Johnny won and so did Sasha. They both pulled it off with flawed performances, and yes, they named Kwan to the Torino team, but I knew that would happen. Emily Hughes can take a few more years to perfect her lutz. She'll still look stunning in her blue Tonia Bass dresses. Like her famous sibling, Sarah, she has an incredible energy and lovely hyperextended knees on her spirals and laybacks. This girl's gonna go far, but this is not her Olympic year.
The continual thought in my head this weekend was from an incident that took place earlier in the week. I sent an informative email filled with answers to questions numerous people from my job have asked me. I promptly got slammed. Below is an excerpt from a 'letter' he sent me. Imagine Lurch standing at a podium making a speech .
"There is no place for personal reflections, commentary on departmental practice, nor expression of your individual likes and dislikes...You are not authorized to speak on behalf of the department...further unprofessional communications from you will result in discipline, up to and including termination of employment." Mind you, I've gotten strange, ice-cold vibes from the man who has all the charm of Hugo Weaving's Agent Smith. "It's inevitable, Mr. Anderson..."
This was for a simple email I sent informing coworkers outside the NY office what we now did, what hours we worked, what my full name is--which is why it never matches my email address--and that I used to have a different identity outside the office inside a system that is changing. I did not create it, I inherited it. Then I made the huge carnivorous bloody point to mention people that no longer work in my department. Three were fired by Baldo (Mr. Temple's sad and sorry successor), one left, and one had a baby (that would be Ghetto Cow. Whom I still don't miss.)
The "conversation"--which was one-sided from Agent Smith--included the lovely comments and simultaneous thoughts from me as I sat there..."We don't like your tone...That's not the way to send an email...it makes the department look bad...we don't care what you think or what you feel...further actions such as this will result in disciplinary action." And to this? I didn't even get to explain myself. That's what I get for sending a casual email in newswriting style. OOps, my bad. The daggers that stared out at me were so precious, though. Take a midwestern republican who wants to protect "the company" at any cost and put him up against a native New Yorker who votes independently and sees everyone as equal in a crumbling company and whaddya get? A nice little showdown.
I knew for months that this man didn't like me. I could feel it. So, I can honestly surmise that 1) he was looking for a reason to "put me in my place" and 2) this had more to do with him than the actual email. If everyone was up in arms, all four of the Agents, so to speak, would have been in the room with me. And my reactions? Let's do a play by play of my two favorite quotes.
"We don't care what you think or feel." Well, DUH! I could drop dead in the office. As long as I don't bleed on the rug or ruin anyone's Bruno Magli shoes, all is well. [Interestingly enough, there is a similar phrase I heard from someone at my last job. I believe his exact words--screamed two inches from my face as I recall--were (I kept the post-it I wrote it on from November 6, 2000), "I don't care if you're having personal problems. Either you're here or you get out. What do I look like, an idiot?!" Well, I buried that personal problem on June 4, 2001. And yes, the person that said this to me is still an idiot. Frustrated actors amuse me no end. Even if they finally get to run a school by default.]
...actions such as this will result in disciplinary action."What, they're gonna take away my vacation days? I don't get to go anywhere as it is. My pay is shit, and they think I'm overpaid? So what's next? Dock me for a week? Then I will go to the NY State labor board and start a war. Docked for a fucking email? Oh, that's choice.
And what ties this whole week together? A death of a child. Nixzmary Brown. 7 years old, starved and beaten to death in Bed-Stuy. Makes me think of Elisa Izquierdo in 1995. I attempted to go to that wake but couldn't get in, the line was around the block. Nixz's funeral is tomorrow, and I can't be there. I have to work at this shithole. Everyone says it's Children's Services that should have saved her. NO. I say it's the neighbors, the people across the street, the people at the school who suspected, mused, wondered and bet it was a bad situation, but they did nothing. The mother was emotionally fragile and probably abused as well, and the other children had the crap beat out of them, too. All you need is a manipulative, violent, scheming bastard to ruin everything. Let the demons run amok and what happens? You get a little girl whose photographs show the face of an elderly gaunt creature who gave up before the age of 10 and didn't even live to see that number.
What's my point, kiddies? How in hell do I link these two things? YOU CAN'T LET THESE SCUMWADS WIN. YOU'VE GOT TO TAKE A STAND. PERIOD.
It's about politics, control, mindwashing. They want you to know nothing, have even less, be obedient, blind, dumb, deaf, meek and stupid. The Bible says that the meek shall inherit the earth. I don't want the earth.
I want the ocean, the air, the songs, the sleep, and the knowing. I want my dignity, conscience, and the ability to see my face every day in the mirror. I want to earn each wrinkle and gray hair and know that the armor I wore every day couldn't protect me from the simplest of moments, the epiphanies, and the tears. The one with the most toys DOESN'T win, it's the one who didn't sell their integrity on an installment plan according to society's sticker price.
I will shatter before I bend. Mark my word. Sleep peacefully, Nixzie. You are with the angels now. Send one to watch over the others...
Friday, January 13, 2006
KILLING the POOR
My face is stinging. Why? BECAUSE I GOT BITCHSLAPPED this week. Here's the latest bullshit from where I work. May my colorful comments only add to your reading experience.
MEMO
Dear Colleagues:
We are pleased to announce a change that has been made to the 401(k) Retirement Savings Plan. What, they're gonna take my ovaries, too?
Effective January 9, 2006, all Administrative Employees that meet eligibility for the 401(k) Retirement Savings Plan (based on the Summary Plan Description) may now increase their deferral percentage to 25% of their salary or $15,000 (whichever is less) in 2006. Now, if any of us "well-paid highly compensated employees want to take 25% out, that means after taxes, healthcare, and the MTA's grubby friggin’ paws--no disrespect to Dexter--this check will be around $350-$400. Who the HELL can live on that? College freshman who need to buy books while still living at home can’t live on that!
This change applies only to all “Non-Highly Compensated employees”----Translation: HALF THE GODDAMN COMPANY. A highly compensated employee (that ain't me) in 2006 is defined by the IRS as anyone who worked for the AP in 2005 and earned more than $95K (once again, the VPs get everything while we choke on crumbs.
Therefore, any administrative employee who was employed by the AP in 2005 and earned less than $95K 75% of THE ADMINS HEREis eligible to increase their contribution. Select individuals VPs who joined in 2006 may be eligible for this benefit, but their eligibility is subject to change in 2007.
Complete details are available online, but if you have any questions regarding this enhancement to the plan or your eligibility, please do not hesitate to contact me.
Sincerely,
Your Benefit Plan Administrator
REALISTIC TRANSLATION? It's well-known that none of us make anywhere near 95K. We're lucky to see 40K. Even that’s a fantasy worthy of Jim Henson’s creations. Middle management is luckier to see 55-60K. After all the deductions, 25% is basically working on a stipend, not a salary.
Oh, wait. I'm sorry--am I doing that again? Am I speaking the TRUTH? AM I LIVING IN FUCKING REALITY WHILE EVERYONE ELSE PLAYS GOLF IN SPLIT-LEVEL CONDOS IN JERSEY AND CONNECTICUT AND DISCUSSES THE BIG TEN SCHOOLS THEY SEND THEIR KIDS TO WHILE I GOT STUCK IN THE INSULTING BUREAUCRATIC HELL CALLED BROOKLYN COLLEGE CHOKING ON RED TAPE???!!!! DO THEY WANT MY KIDNEYS TOO? AM I SUPPOSED TO LIVE IN A SHELTER[private joke to kinkajou]???
Such is the stupidity of a dysfunctional company. This place makes Janis Powell look like Lee Iacocca. For those of you that know what I mean, I hope you're laughing heartily.
I did receive two phone calls today. Real jobs, not agencies. The schedule snafu is going to work itself out. One of these places is making room to see me next week.
This is the Titanic. I ain't going down. NO way. NO how. Oh, did I mention 12 more people resigned since January 2? That's one person per day in the last two weeks.
BWAHAHAHAAAA I hope google and Yahoo steamroll this rathole. Nothing would make me happier.
MEMO
Dear Colleagues:
We are pleased to announce a change that has been made to the 401(k) Retirement Savings Plan. What, they're gonna take my ovaries, too?
Effective January 9, 2006, all Administrative Employees that meet eligibility for the 401(k) Retirement Savings Plan (based on the Summary Plan Description) may now increase their deferral percentage to 25% of their salary or $15,000 (whichever is less) in 2006. Now, if any of us "well-paid highly compensated employees want to take 25% out, that means after taxes, healthcare, and the MTA's grubby friggin’ paws--no disrespect to Dexter--this check will be around $350-$400. Who the HELL can live on that? College freshman who need to buy books while still living at home can’t live on that!
This change applies only to all “Non-Highly Compensated employees”----Translation: HALF THE GODDAMN COMPANY. A highly compensated employee (that ain't me) in 2006 is defined by the IRS as anyone who worked for the AP in 2005 and earned more than $95K (once again, the VPs get everything while we choke on crumbs.
Therefore, any administrative employee who was employed by the AP in 2005 and earned less than $95K 75% of THE ADMINS HEREis eligible to increase their contribution. Select individuals VPs who joined in 2006 may be eligible for this benefit, but their eligibility is subject to change in 2007.
Complete details are available online, but if you have any questions regarding this enhancement to the plan or your eligibility, please do not hesitate to contact me.
Sincerely,
Your Benefit Plan Administrator
REALISTIC TRANSLATION? It's well-known that none of us make anywhere near 95K. We're lucky to see 40K. Even that’s a fantasy worthy of Jim Henson’s creations. Middle management is luckier to see 55-60K. After all the deductions, 25% is basically working on a stipend, not a salary.
Oh, wait. I'm sorry--am I doing that again? Am I speaking the TRUTH? AM I LIVING IN FUCKING REALITY WHILE EVERYONE ELSE PLAYS GOLF IN SPLIT-LEVEL CONDOS IN JERSEY AND CONNECTICUT AND DISCUSSES THE BIG TEN SCHOOLS THEY SEND THEIR KIDS TO WHILE I GOT STUCK IN THE INSULTING BUREAUCRATIC HELL CALLED BROOKLYN COLLEGE CHOKING ON RED TAPE???!!!! DO THEY WANT MY KIDNEYS TOO? AM I SUPPOSED TO LIVE IN A SHELTER[private joke to kinkajou]???
Such is the stupidity of a dysfunctional company. This place makes Janis Powell look like Lee Iacocca. For those of you that know what I mean, I hope you're laughing heartily.
I did receive two phone calls today. Real jobs, not agencies. The schedule snafu is going to work itself out. One of these places is making room to see me next week.
This is the Titanic. I ain't going down. NO way. NO how. Oh, did I mention 12 more people resigned since January 2? That's one person per day in the last two weeks.
BWAHAHAHAAAA I hope google and Yahoo steamroll this rathole. Nothing would make me happier.
Tuesday, January 10, 2006
HA! Hoo! HAAA!!! Oh that's funny
Well, the exodus continues...more and more people are opting out. Retirement, packages, not coming back after maternity, and flat-out "screw you" mode left and right. And yes, there is collective karma at work--some assholes have been fired. Launched, shot out of the saddle, rocketed right into the stratosphere. Do I sound yippee skippee happy? Well, of course I do!
As for me, the mayor's office will be making its decision within 2 weeks, but I'm forging on regardless. Every day, I've put it anywhere from 5-7 applications online and check my email obsessively for new leads. There's not going to be anyone doing the work here. I find it oh SO amusing! I love entropy. What could be better than corporate idiots pissing on admins running around punching themselves in the head that they're leaving? It's just desserts. Whatta sugar rush!
In other news, I'm totally hooked on Project Runway even more so than last season. Things are getting bitchy between Santino and Nick! I predict they are the final two. Zulema's going to get her ass kicked simply because she's too aggressive, and Marla's getting voted off next. She barely squeaked by with that Chloe imitation of a dress, so I think she's next. New episode tomorrow night...oh I'm totally there.
Maria Conchita de Telefona just won't stop, and I have to hear every conversation. The purring cuteness only works if you're AN ACTUAL CAT, NOW KNOCK IT OFF. I had to hear tears and sniffling yesterday since the ex-boyfriend (or one of the variants she's Yahoo.com dating right now) won't go away with her this weekend. What the fuck is this--Telemundo??? STOP IT. The last time I cried over a man was at my father's funeral. Oh, I guess that makes me bitchy. I keep forgetting intelligent fat women don't count. This is a telenovella and I'm the villain. Puhhhhfrickinlease!
Nationals is on this week, and it's Olympic trial time. Michelle Kwan needs to hang it up, and has at this point, since her hip injury will keep her out. Unless Kimmie Meisner steals the show in triple axel splendor, I predict Sasha Cohen will take the crown. Jenny Kirk retired in September, so that leaves Alissa Czisny to climb up to at least silver. She is the wild card, though, and if Sasha goofs on her combo jumps? They might just crown her 2006 Champion. Mark my words, I've seen it before.
Pairs is kinda bleah, Orsher and Lucash will do it again. Dance is Belbin and Agosto--plus the fact that she's got citizenship now so she can go to Torino. Yay!
The men? I wonder if Johnny Weir can pull it off. He's had serious problems all season with his foot and that pain is too much with all that jumping. He's still exquisite, though, and I'd put him first. Lysacek is the only guy who's nipping at his heels. JWe will definitely go to Italy. He's my Toller Cranston--lithe, daring, outspoken, sparkling. I support him no matter what.
Dexter is thoroughly enjoying all your feedback, but he's got a sniffly cold right now. He'll be blogging this weekend when I turn on the computer for him. Poor pookie!
Stay tuned kiddies....2006 is looking good.
As for me, the mayor's office will be making its decision within 2 weeks, but I'm forging on regardless. Every day, I've put it anywhere from 5-7 applications online and check my email obsessively for new leads. There's not going to be anyone doing the work here. I find it oh SO amusing! I love entropy. What could be better than corporate idiots pissing on admins running around punching themselves in the head that they're leaving? It's just desserts. Whatta sugar rush!
In other news, I'm totally hooked on Project Runway even more so than last season. Things are getting bitchy between Santino and Nick! I predict they are the final two. Zulema's going to get her ass kicked simply because she's too aggressive, and Marla's getting voted off next. She barely squeaked by with that Chloe imitation of a dress, so I think she's next. New episode tomorrow night...oh I'm totally there.
Maria Conchita de Telefona just won't stop, and I have to hear every conversation. The purring cuteness only works if you're AN ACTUAL CAT, NOW KNOCK IT OFF. I had to hear tears and sniffling yesterday since the ex-boyfriend (or one of the variants she's Yahoo.com dating right now) won't go away with her this weekend. What the fuck is this--Telemundo??? STOP IT. The last time I cried over a man was at my father's funeral. Oh, I guess that makes me bitchy. I keep forgetting intelligent fat women don't count. This is a telenovella and I'm the villain. Puhhhhfrickinlease!
Nationals is on this week, and it's Olympic trial time. Michelle Kwan needs to hang it up, and has at this point, since her hip injury will keep her out. Unless Kimmie Meisner steals the show in triple axel splendor, I predict Sasha Cohen will take the crown. Jenny Kirk retired in September, so that leaves Alissa Czisny to climb up to at least silver. She is the wild card, though, and if Sasha goofs on her combo jumps? They might just crown her 2006 Champion. Mark my words, I've seen it before.
Pairs is kinda bleah, Orsher and Lucash will do it again. Dance is Belbin and Agosto--plus the fact that she's got citizenship now so she can go to Torino. Yay!
The men? I wonder if Johnny Weir can pull it off. He's had serious problems all season with his foot and that pain is too much with all that jumping. He's still exquisite, though, and I'd put him first. Lysacek is the only guy who's nipping at his heels. JWe will definitely go to Italy. He's my Toller Cranston--lithe, daring, outspoken, sparkling. I support him no matter what.
Dexter is thoroughly enjoying all your feedback, but he's got a sniffly cold right now. He'll be blogging this weekend when I turn on the computer for him. Poor pookie!
Stay tuned kiddies....2006 is looking good.
Tuesday, January 3, 2006
First Day Back
And how I dread it.
In other news, my black cat has blogged. Yes, my kitty's in cyberspace.
Now to choose a photo and show him some html for links. He's such a trooper...
http://onewhitewhisker.blogspot.com/
Cut and paste! I love my little boo face...
In other news, my black cat has blogged. Yes, my kitty's in cyberspace.
Now to choose a photo and show him some html for links. He's such a trooper...
http://onewhitewhisker.blogspot.com/
Cut and paste! I love my little boo face...
Sunday, January 1, 2006
Happy 2006!
Despite the fact that Mariah sounded terrible and Dick Clark barely made it thru last night's telecast (his frailty made me burst into tears), I can happily say I have never been so glad to see a year pass by. I woke up today--despite my beloved Christmas tree coming down early--and felt WONDERFUL. Is this what hope feels like? I hope SO.
It was a good holiday season, period. I threw myself into cookies, shows, cartoons, giftwrap, decorating, even shopping--something I have always hated--with gusto, and I feel great. None of the stress (not even the MTA strike) ruined my spirits. And last night was the deal of the season--a quick trip to the local drugstore for Entenmann's cake netted me the 2005 Bob Mackie Barbie that is oh so hard to find at the unbelievable price of....
$16.29.
It was LESS than half off. It was 70% off, since the thing was roughly $50, not counting tax. I grabbed it, threw it on my Visa and waltzed out of the store joyously with my Daily News, Devil's Fudge Marshmallow cake, and my doll in a big, fat plastic bag. Gloating is fun, kiddies. Particularly after you wait so long for something.
Thanks to all who kept me laughing, thinking, giggling madly in 2005--I appreciate your emails, cartoons, songs, phone calls and general encouragement. I think I learned that while I may be disappointed in the majority of people, I'm not bitter. I may sound it, but I'm not. I've got too much of a work ethic to throw in the towel completely. The bastards won't break me.
You know who you are as you sit silently reading this. I'm laughing at you. You have no power over me other than the occasional rolling of my eyes.
Negativity begets negativity. I won't let it touch me this year. I'm aware of it, I know I have to acknowledge and fight it off.
Let that be my resolve this year.
It was a good holiday season, period. I threw myself into cookies, shows, cartoons, giftwrap, decorating, even shopping--something I have always hated--with gusto, and I feel great. None of the stress (not even the MTA strike) ruined my spirits. And last night was the deal of the season--a quick trip to the local drugstore for Entenmann's cake netted me the 2005 Bob Mackie Barbie that is oh so hard to find at the unbelievable price of....
$16.29.
It was LESS than half off. It was 70% off, since the thing was roughly $50, not counting tax. I grabbed it, threw it on my Visa and waltzed out of the store joyously with my Daily News, Devil's Fudge Marshmallow cake, and my doll in a big, fat plastic bag. Gloating is fun, kiddies. Particularly after you wait so long for something.
Thanks to all who kept me laughing, thinking, giggling madly in 2005--I appreciate your emails, cartoons, songs, phone calls and general encouragement. I think I learned that while I may be disappointed in the majority of people, I'm not bitter. I may sound it, but I'm not. I've got too much of a work ethic to throw in the towel completely. The bastards won't break me.
You know who you are as you sit silently reading this. I'm laughing at you. You have no power over me other than the occasional rolling of my eyes.
Negativity begets negativity. I won't let it touch me this year. I'm aware of it, I know I have to acknowledge and fight it off.
Let that be my resolve this year.
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