A mooooooment like this
Love keeps lifting me hiiiiigher
and all those special ... thiiings ... ?
for that one ... special ... uh
I belieeeeeve, oooh
I can't believe it's happening to meeeee
Tamyra Gray's new CD is in stores now!
I never liiiiived before your loooove
Some people waaaaaait a lifetime
Love keeps lifting me hiiiiiigher
I'm flyyyyying without wings
Higher higher higher higher! Higher!!!
Yeah you heard me!
Yeah yeah yeah-yeah yeah-yeah yeah
What a special evening. A special evening for special people. I am still reeling from Tamyra's rendition of Our National Anthem. Was it 20 minutes long? I think it was. I think it was 20 minutes long. And it just got more and more ghastly as it went on. It was awe-inspiring. Good choice for promoting the album, I give that a thumbs-up. I was excited to see Camile and Leah again because I am a sick, horrible person. George was wearing a neckerchief. I suspect Kelly had her nose done. I'm sure other things happened. Oh yes! The duet of "I Knew You Were Waiting for Me," of course. What.
One touch and you set me freeeee
I like to think that the happy-go-lucky ghost of Peter Allen came down and kicked Diana in the pants on Tuesday to make her screw up the key change on "Don't Cry Out Loud" so royally. Then I got scared that everyone would feel sorry for her so I actually texted some votes for Fantasia, thereby breaking my promise. Oh Blogue, I reveal all my darkest secrets to you. But it was only five, I think, certainly not enough to go over my free text limit. I figured if Diana won, I wouldn't be able to live with myself knowing that I didn't do my part to vote for the better woman. And the better woman won. Which is ... about all you could say for it? Yeah. AND I'D DO IT AGAIN. TAKE THAT OSAMA BIN LADEN
You know, with the crazy (for AI) stuff she was throwing out there, like the Queen and the Michel Legrand and the Bonnie Tyler, Clive Davis would be smart to hook Fantasia up with Richard X or something and see what happens, but we all know he's a creepy old man who would sooner F the whole thing up with Babyface or some crap. Why am I even putting any thought into this? Surely I've gone completely mad. P.S., I just remembered that Richard X is producing stuff for P. Diddy's "electro" album. In other news, the world is ending.
Anyway, I think the best part of the whole series was on Tuesday, when one of the Fantasia guys in the audience was wearing a Kings throwback warmup and Christopher was all like "Ooh, can I vote for him?" That pretty much says it all.
I'm not going to explain exactly why I was trying to look this up in the first place, but oh man, New York Trash: Greek-Motif Coffee Cups totally made my morning. The Web can be so awesome sometimes. FLASHBACK
If you enjoy that, be sure to check out Cardhouse's bitchin' page of candy cigarettes. Lucky Strikes, those were totally my jam.
Oh! So we've updated to MT 2.66666666661 (and that's probably as far as we'll be updating for the foreseeable future) and moved everything over to the new box, in case you had any trouble trying to reach us over the last few hours (unlikely). The downside is that the free ride is over and this is all smacked onto a pay-for server, but the upside is that man, it's so much faster than the old one. Now I no longer have to sit in green envy of Cubs' super speedy MT comment windows. And I thought it was just something *I* was doing wrong! So yeah, if you experience any weirdness or broken images or things missing or whatever, let me know, but I think we nailed everything. Heh heh, nailed.
Oh my God, the Tamyra Gray rendition of "The Star-Spangled Banner" is about the most grotesque, hilarious thing I have ever heard, ever. Oh my God.
You will have to click to enlarge this, because the look on Clay's face is too creepy to digest without preparation or warning.
from JJB @ ezboard
I sense a pattern emerging.
"Bay Area real estate sales again broke records in April, as the median price of single-family homes sold in the region hit $520,000, the first time that figure has crossed the half-million dollar mark." -- San Jose Mercury News (5/20/04)
"The $10 movie ticket has arrived in the South Bay [at AMC theaters]. ... Several large movie houses in New York already charge $10.50, but the top prices in Los Angeles and San Francisco are no higher than most in the South Bay. The Century 20 Great Mall still charges $9.50, and the Capital 16 is $9.25." -- San Jose Mercury News (5/20/04)
OK, it costs this much to live here, and yet I can't go out for ten minutes on foot and come home with an iced coffee, sesame noodles, cold beer and Midol? We have a problem.
I'm so tired of "American Idol." It's true. I just don't care anymore. I was never this way when it got to the final two, or three, or whatever the last couple of years. Why am I so angry at this show? I mean, it's not like there haven't been people I've actively hated in the final two for the last two seasons or anything
uh-huh 
ayup
but man, I just don't care. Maybe this is the price I pay for swearing off voting this year. Or maybe this is a beautiful gift I should treasure forever. Anyway.
Aww poor thing. She's better off without this show and should go get a role on "Passions" or something. Maybe she can be Endorra when she gets to be, like, six months old. It's no less retarded than anything else they're doing on that show. Oh wait, I'm supposed to be complaining about "AI." OK. It's not like she was particularly great or anything and her song choices were crappy but it's just that smiley presence of cuteness, I can't help but be won over by it for some retarded reason. Also she's the only contestant I managed to like more as the show went on, so ... eh. That and fifty cents will get you two quarters. Maybe it's only me and everyone else of Filipino descent and everyone in Hawaii, but she's likable. Not hateable. I hate those hateable people.
You know, people like this worthless do-nothing. Oh man, oh God. First of all, she should have been forcibly removed from the premises on the merits of her outfit alone. Good Lord, people. American Idols do not wear flared polyester culottes. It's in the rule book. First song, sucked. Second song, sucked. And then, as if the evils of Clive Davis needed to be revealed to me any more clearly (thank you, Hit Men), he gives her "Don't Cry Out Loud" not just as an affront to all citizens of the world at large, but as a pointed gesture to offend me personally. You know it's true. I wish I could say "But baby can't be broken, 'cause you see, she was horrible and got booed off the stage and must pay millions of dollars in damages for human suffering," but instead everyone makes like this is the greatest development in musical history and now this creepo is going to "make it her own" a la Clay and "Solitaire." This is why I need to go live on a desert island for a while. It was the most horrifically nasal bellowey piece of crap I had ever heard in my life. And I'm not even a fan of the Melissa Manchester version, necessarily, but Peter Allen's version is one of the greatest things ever, with its alarming pathos and layers upon layers of subtext, if not outright text. Make it her own, my butt. I hate this show.
Yay! Great! Whatever! I mean I guess I like her and everything, and sure I'd rather see her win over Eew Girl, Eew up there, but I'm not going to be biting my nails in anticipation or horribly thrilled that justice has been served. I wouldn't feel that way with anyone on this show this year, I guess. Oh man, the magic is gone. Yay! Great! Whatever!
Hey, you know, I never got around to saying what happened when the building management guy came to visit. I guess it is because it was nowhere near as catastrophic as I was expecting it to be. Long story short, our building is being converted into condos! But we're not in any danger of being thrown out on the street by July or anything, nor are they tearing the place down completely or raising our rent. They're not giving us a set time to get out, but since the places are all being gutted, we've got to get out eventually, even if we decide to buy a unit. Haha "unit," haha.
We played along with the dude even though we have maybe 3% interest in coping with the entire extravaganza. I lobbied for central air (which, inexplicably, they won't install) and better soundproofing. The guy seemed surprised. I was surprised that he was surprised. Hadn't they gotten any complaints about these people? It was my big chance to rat out the neighbors, but I didn't bother, because ... why bother?
I can't even begin to describe how awful our neighbors' behavior is. I mean, it's insane. There are the people next door who used to keep a garbage pail outside their front door where they'd dispose their dirty diapers. Our doors face each other. It wasn't pleasant. (The building manager eventually got them to stop. Now we've found out the building manager has been let go for allegedly "harassing" the tenants. What? Dame she got results.) Since he can't leave his refuse out in public areas anymore, the man of the house has taken to hitting big plastic balls on his back wall with a hockey stick for fifteen minutes, like three times a day, while his baby daughter just sits out there and screams and screams and screams. Then the balls fly over the fence and hit our back wall, or better yet, our windows. And now we've got a collection of his balls in our backyard. Haha "his balls," haha.
Don't even get us started on our upstairs neighbors. When I discovered that the front-to-back-to-front rumbling noises were the result of the children riding their Big Wheels through the apartment, I had to go get the camera to capture the evidence because I am simply that vindictive.
I mean, Jesus. They also like to sweep off their balcony onto our patio. They're top-notch folks, I tell you what.
These are things people just don't do when they live in apartment complexes, or so I thought. But the good news is that we won't have to put up with that nonsense anymore. The bad news is we've got to flipping move first. Attached to that will hopefully be more good news! Watch this space.
Yeah, I totally wanted to see that pot of sauce get dumped on people too, but now we'll ALL have to wait, because NBC yanked "The Restaurant" all of a sudden!!! with like NO warning!!! out of sweeps in favor of the ratings bonanza that is a rerun of "Crossing Jordan." These people, whoever they are, say Rocco's going to totally start over from the beginning on ... June 9? And then maybe they won't do this again and we'll get see the rest of the season? But I want to see sauce get dumped on people NOW. What?
I also totally missed "Helter Skelter" last night. Dame.
So yesterday we drove out to Lodi for the annual Vines to Wines, where basically you drive around to wineries and drink all day. The thing is that you pay out the yin yang for the tickets alone so that should hold you, but we were in a fabulously suggestible frame of mind and ended up coming home with ... 11 bottles. Last year we bought two and even THAT seemed excessive. We didn't even drink either of them until like a week ago! And even then we only drank one. Woo-hoo, party at our place.
We get back here at like 7:45 or something (we woke up at like 8 and started drinking at 11) and between the drinking and the sunshiney sun we completely zonked out until 12:30 today when we got up barely in time to watch the Kings game (woo~~) and all I've had to eat today is a banana and a cup of yogurt, which I chased down with an entire pot of coffee and now I feel completely flipping insane. I should go do pilates because I've got that proper crackhead energy right now.
Tomorrow we're getting a visit from a rep from our building management! He's going to have some FASCINATING news about "the future of this complex"! We're pretty sure we know what it is but I'm not gonna say anything about it until we know for sure. The excitement is just beginning. Eh.
I don't want to talk about the Kings. :'( :'( :'( But I'm optimistic! I really am!!!
So Process Type Foundry, the lovely people who designed the FIG face which you see up on this very page, have updated it! They redesigned the "r" so that it doesn't tip in anymore! It's crazy. But what's lovely is that it's all OpenType now and they allow a full update to purchasers for FREE! That's Minnesota good sense right there. P.S., Who wants to pay $99.95 for a limited noncommercial Movable Type 3.0 license? How about $189.95? I mean really.
I had a screening interview today for a job in MN. It actually sounds like a decent one. It basically sounds like my old boss' job except not involving news or TV or MTV. Which at first I was thinking, "oh no," but then I thought, "oh yes," because did I really enjoy all that stuff that involved news or TV or MTV? Christopher reminded me of that concept. He's really good at doing that. Anyway, we'll see. OPTIMISM!!!
I made a pork roast tonight. I marinated it in soy, honey, ginger and garlic with some sesame thrown in there. Pretty good! I impress myself. Some fresh Brussels sprouts were also available. And delicious beer.
I'm totally craving candy right now.
This is so unlike me, but I'm THAT into it.
The Paul Wellstone Mental Health Equitable Treatment Act, a common sense legislation which has 69 co-sponsors in the Senate, would end discrimination by the insurance industry against people suffering from mental illness. As part of its national grassroots campaign to get the bill passed, Wellstone Action! are taking the famed Green Bus from St. Paul to Washington for a rally on June 10. Find out more and sponsor a mile, won't you?
Well holy moly, isn't that just something. I mean, it's one thing when Donna Summer comes out, having done nothing impactful since "This Time I Know It's for Real," I guess, and she totally puts every single person on this show to shame times a gazillion. Then, there's the hilarity of Clay singing Earth, Wind & Fire and wearing glasses again as if trying to win me over (he didn't) and yet still managing to overshadow everyone (other than Donna Summer) with his Peter Allen: Lover, Raconteur, Showman routine?! I guess it's appropriate for a Studio 54-era extravaganza, but it made me wonder only one thing: Am I possessed with MADNESS?! And then, there's the actual competition. RACISM
Zzzzzzz. Oh, but my poor husband is devastated, and he's boycotting the rest of the show. (He'll be back.) I'm surprised because out of Fantasia and LaToya I really was certain that Fantasia was headed out because LaToya appeals to that whole middle of the road snorey ... borefest ... milieu, or something, but I guess people just maybe didn't like her hair? I don't know, I don't care, but I'm still watching. We're all winners, people. Now here's a little something to cheer up my poor devastated husband. I'll try and find an outfit just like it, I promise.
You know that's John IV next to her! You know it!!!
Holy crap, Jasmine Lopez-Fitzgerald, it worked out for her after all. Isn't she a gracious winner? (She's not.) Um ... I have nothing else to say here.
Why Lord, why. I'm fine with LaToya leaving, I'm fine with Jasmine staying, but this is so wrong. And Jesus, what was she wearing? It looked like a women's prison outfit from a Matthew Barney movie. Not in a good way.
Yeah, OK, great. I hope you win? I guess?
This is a crazy mess of a final three. LaToya/Fantasia/Jasmine, I'd give that business the seal of approval, but this is like a gigantic disaster waiting to happen. How exciting! (It's not.)
Why yes, I did watch Airport 1975 today.
Three things I learned tonight:
1) Brad Miller is flipping insane. Does he miss playing with two crippled arms? He is going to break himself in half, the rate he's going. Oh! He rules.
2) These Timberwolves games are so much more fun when every time Kevin Garnett gets called for traveling or otherwise turns the ball over in a remarkably idiotic way you say, "What a tremendous MVP play!" or "That's a brilliant MVP maneuver!" and so on.
3) Vlade is still an awesome dude.
Vlade have good feeling about game
So tonight we were up like, what, eight points with a minute left or whatever and I was still in hysterics. I think the key was that I did not finish my magic beer until the game was over and therefore everything came out OK. Yay! Finally I can get out of a game without having to repeat the Brad Miller mantra: "That's bullshit, man."
Who knew TV Tome had such good information and/or bad news? This is about "Passions," of course.
As of 31 May 2004, Jack Krizmanich will be going from contract to recurring status. This is hardly surprising, since his on-screen father and 'mother' were bumped to recurring last December, and the character of John Hastings is seldom seen. He is the third actor to be removed from contract before it was up in the last six months (Dana Sparks and Justin Carroll were both dropped from contract to recurring status in early December, and when Ryan McPartlin's contract was up in April the show chose not to renew it).
Jesse Metcalfe (Miguel) and Molly Stanton (Charity) will both be departing PSSN in late spring, early summer. Metcalfe chose not to renew his contract (which was up in late June, early July), and Stanton opted to leave.
OK, John is completely useless, so who cares? I do, because he's still going to be showing up and sucking while Hank, Miguel and Charity will be gone. GONE!!! Ugh, this show. This may be the last straw.
WARNING: If you click on that link up there, you will get big fat spoilers on what happens to Miguel and Charity (which makes no sense) and who the "Mystery Man" and "Mystery Woman" really are (which almost makes almost as little sense, almost). At this point, who knows if any of us will be watching anyway? So it's not like it matters or anything. (I'll be watching. Of course. I'm a sucker.)
Also, TV Tome tells me that Hank is doing a pilot for the WB where he plays Fran Drescher's boyfriend. It's produced by Jamie Kennedy. I wish I was making this up.
Donna Summer! What a gracious and largely closemouthed judge. Sadly there were no gratuitous photos of Giorgio Moroder in the video package, so here's one we can all enjoy ... together.
Yessss. Anyway, good call on reversing the order on the judges, because obviously Simon's always cut off by people booing and screaming and Ryan being a big metrosexual dork. And then it actually gives Randy a chance to coherently gather his thoughts and make an occasional intelligent comment! Although everyone was so way off this week, ugh. Anyway.
Oh poor poor Jasmine. I dunno if she's gonna end up getting the cutey smiley Filipino revenge vote this week or what. She was terrible! Doesn't she know that they always hate "Everlasting Love" every time anyone does it?! She doesn't know her "AI" history, that's gonna cost her. Actually I didn't think "It's Raining Men" was all that bad. OK, it was bad, but not Diana bad. After Simon told Jasmine she had no business doing a Weather Girls song, I could just see him adding "... but Jennifer could have gotten away with it" in his head. RACISM! LOOKISM! Etc. So anyway, when she went all weepy at the end of her second song, Christopher drew a very astute comparison to Theresa Lopez-Fitzgerald and now I won't feel so bad if she gets canned. Mahalo!
You know I love me some Jim Steinman but even I have to be a little concerned about that second song choice there, because 1984 is not a functional disco year. 1988, sure. 2003, no problem. But I think 1984 is in a hands-off anti-disco vacuum zone, like it just seemed wrong, while "Crazy Little Thing Called Love" makes perfect sense for big band night, you know? Eh. Anyway, she was pretty good, whatever, I'm having a hard time really caring about anyone on this show anymore.
I'm sleepy. And hey guess what, I thought she was worse on the second song because she was trying too hard to be "exciting" as if mimicking other contestants' dance moves would make her more exciting, and plus she got shrieky! And it wasn't cute. Ugh. Speaking of not cute ...
Have you seen Brazil? Because it was all I could think of during the entire show, right?
Exactly. I hate that this is like all ingeniously timed for her to have a strong week because ever since her first performance in the Group One show, it's obvious that she's best at singing cheesy disco crap. Which is not to say that "No More Tears (Enough Is Enough)" is cheesy disco crap because it's not, it's a breathtaking work of genius, which is all the more reason to hate her even more? Obviously. NOW IT'S PERSONAL
PEJA WAS FOULED
Somehow I don't feel as bad as I did on Saturday night because man alive, that comeback in the 4Q was something to behold. But why couldn't they just ride that out and win the thing? Ai yi yi. Now going down 1-2 for the series in an OT game just makes me feel even WORSE. Somehow. I don't know, it made sense before.
For real, dudes. As Dave Chappelle would say, "That's from the heart."
Oh man, Christopher digitized my Simon F albums up and it's so exciting to finally hear Gun again, I can't even begin to explain it. He scanned the cover too and it's GORGEOUS! LOOK AT IT!!!
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Hey, you know why I don't mind paying good money for ecto? Because the dude is a Kings fan.
Oh! The officiating tonight was sick. SICK. In the worst possible way. I hate it. It was horrible and sick and horrible. I should have been at a Sloan show tonight instead. That's right. The T-Wolves are DEAD when they get to Sacramento. DEAD. They are going to have LIMBS severed from their TORSOS. Because tonight made no sense. We should have had tonight, for real. And that Gollum bitch should have been T-ed out of that game in the second quarter, I'm not even kidding. Man I love this game but tonight I hate this game.
My dream boy VLADE rrowr VLADE
OK, how was this NOT a flagrant? Please try and help me understand. The man was TACKLED with BRUTE FORCE for crying out loud. He is 7' for goodness sakes, that could cause permanent damage. OMG I hated this game so much.
Woo BRRRAD rrowr.
Hey Gollum! GOLLUM suck it GOLLUM prepare to have your LIMBS severed from your TORSO
Yeah, I'll get back to last week eventually, I promise. I HAVE A LOT OF THINGS GOING ON IN MY LIFE RIGHT NOW. I know, I don't believe it either.
THE DREAM IS OVER. THE DREAM IS OVER. I promised myself I wouldn't cry. Poor George. I had a bad feeling on Tuesday. I had a worse feeling on Monday, when he revisited "Take Me to the Pilot" and the magic was simply not there anymore. And right when Christopher found out George was an omelette chef. He's got a lot of respect for omelette chefs. Poor Christopher. He was devastated for about two minutes, and then he went back to dealing with The W. Aww, but look at the guy, happy as all clams during his good-bye video! Good for him. He's gonna be all cheerful no matter what. What a swell fellow. It's just too bad he just got worse as the series went on. His raw unspoiled talent was better left raw and unspoiled. I didn't think he was horrible on Tuesday though or anything. He was just ... OK, I guess? And extra points for doing a Fred Astaire song. Fred's the mack. You know who sucked it high and hard, though. Oh yeah, you know it.
Monkey ass mickey fickey. OK, I don't get it, dawg. Who all has gotten on this creepy bandwagon? Who? I can't imagine who could possibly be voting for her, and voting for her A LOT. I mean, come on. She was flat during the entire first song and sharp during the entire second. Also, she sucked. She needs to get ready for the Judgment Day, that's right. Ugh. I'm on that planet of people who have ears that function properly and are driven to insanity by the judges who clearly aren't hearing anything right. How they could have even remotely praised this nasal little pig-faced crab cake I will never know. I want ... I want THE GOD NEPTUNE to walk out onstage and spear her with his trident and throw her to piranhas. Why yes, I am drunk right now.
It's the return of the curse of the creature's ghost (a.k.a. Leah Labelle) because I LIKED HER. I did. I didn't think she was good but she was watchable and enjoyable and had a certain smiley presence of cuteness that had me rooting for her. It was like last year, when both Josh and Clay did "To Love Somebody" during Bee Gees week and I thought Josh kicked Clay's ass because it might not have been as "technically proficient" a performance or whatever, but he meant it like CRAZY and it ruled. You know, because there was all that hot subtext because he was like a Marine and shit and dammit, that's right, we don't know what it's like to love somebody the way he does. You know? Also, wasn't that the week he got voted off? Oh well. Anyway, I swear my analogy still stands ... somehow. It all made sense yesterday. P.S., Filipina power, keep ya head up my sister. I hope Diana gets killed to DEATH by the revenge of the Island Vote next week, I hope I hope I hope.
She is still boring-ass boring and you cannot convince me otherwise. I am steadfast. I cannot be swayed. Also, she was crazy shrill and oversingy on both those songs. I'm just not impressed by her at all. I'd rather see Jasmine win before this one. Yeah, I said it. SHE'S BORING. You know who else I'd rather see win?
I know, I can't believe it either, but I thought she was great great great great and yes, I really do like Queen. You can say two things about this lady, and that is a) she's smart and b) she's got GIGANTIC BALLS. Well, maybe I'd say those things before you would? But anyway, that makes for exciting possibilities. DON'T DENY IT. I agree that she's a big camera hog and her whole "THIS IS FOR YOU, JENNIFER, WE LOVE YOU" crap last week made me sick sick sick (I'll get back to that eventually, I swear!!!) but it didn't annoy me as much as when that blonde dimestore Lisa Marie Presley did it last year. I can't remember her name, but you know the one. And of course this week she had to be all "Oh without John Stevens it's not the same blah blah" which is irritating, of course, but SMART! Because people are STUPID and they will BUY that she is SINCERE!!! At least this week Fantasia tried to have fun with the theme and do something that no one else would do, and it was good! I mean, "What Are You Doing the Rest of Your Life?," that took heavy duty balls and she was great great great great and I got a little teary-eyed right there with Paula and I'm not even hepped up on heavy painkillers. You can't go wrong with Michel Legrand~~~, and if you do, I will hunt you down and kill you. I mean, have you seen The Happy Ending? Holy bananas, that movie. So anyway, I won't be hunting her down or killing her. And yes, I would vote for her over LaToya any day of the week and be flipping happy about it.
That doesn't mean I'm particularly motivated to vote for anyone, still. I'm sticking with my promise, I swear.
I made a CD for my mom for Mothers' Day. I've never made a mix for her before! I think I did good and stuff.
"Silver Dagger" and "Like a Motorway," oh aren't I just clever. Mom's on a giant Lotus Eaters kick right now, which is crazy, because I practically wore out my "Set Me Apart" 12" some 20 years ago and I don't remember her commenting on it then, but she goes crazy for it now. Also she loves loves loves LOVES the Hives but doesn't have the album, I don't think. She went cuckoo when she saw them on the VMAs. "Oh, aren't they just the cutest things? They're just ... well, they're just the cutest things." Of course I prefer Jet, so who knows, maybe I'll steer her in the right direction. And Rufus! That infatuation goes back to the Lennon tribute concert. "Well, isn't he just a little something?!" ELO, forget about it, she's bananas for ELO. I hope she doesn't mind that my copy of "Blackberry Way" sounds like crap. And I hope she doesn't get scared off by that crazy bitch C.P. at the beginning, but I'm willing to bet she's gonna like that one.
Anyway, if she says anything about it, I'll tell ya later.
sacbee.com -- Kings notes:
As Peja Stojakovic departed his interview session Sunday with a small gathering of media, he offered the peace sign to his chest, said, "Peace, Americans," then followed with, "You know what I'm sayin?"
Oh my word. That is my new most favorite phrase. To celebrate, enjoy this gratuitous Peja glamour photo (with hot date Brad on the left).
I just applied for another job, and it's in Minneapolis. It's one of those uh-duh type situations where I'm of course the absolute perfect candidate and no one else should possibly be considered other than yours truly. It's to be the editor for a news Web site. You know, the exact same job I used to do? Only for a newspaper and not a cable news department. I'll be interested to see how I manage to not get this one, as that seems to be the pattern these days. But I'd really like it if they proved me wrong!
Our apartment is a complete disaster because management came to get in the crawl space on Thursday, right, so we had to dismantle our closet and take the door off and take everything out of the wardrobe and move the wardrobe out and blah blah hopefully without breaking any bones or dying. Didn't all this just happen the other day? Yes. Anyway, they got all finished and we were just about to start putting everything back when we noticed that they'd put another note on our door informing us that they need to get in there again ... Monday. Today! So we just left everything where it was, all day Friday and all weekend. All our clothes are on hangers, they're just stacked on our couches in the living room because we can't hang them back up yet. Piles of luggage and purses and T-shirts everywhere. I can't believe how stupid this is. I wonder if they'll give us another note when it's all over today to say they need to pop back in there on Thursday again for like two minutes. If I have to move my shoes one more time I will slit my wrists. I swear they're doing this just to torture me.
Today is also Christopher's last day at XO, and that's all I'm going to say about that!
I'll get around to catching up on "Idol" and Kraftwerk and the Kings and all that later. I just couldn't do any of that without grousing some first.
