WHAT THE CRAP?!
Something happened today. Something involving ice cream. Something that resembles $2,500 in sales in one day. Um... I know you don't know the numbers, but let's just say that less than a month ago we did about that much in an entire week.
So... here's the funny part. Tomorrow morning I have a meeting with the Big Boss Man... I can't wait to tell him that not only did I not order enough Ice Cream mix, but I also don't have enough spoons... or fruit... or, did I mention the ice cream shortage? Yeah... we're pretty much out, and Sunday's a pretty big day too.
Oh... oh God... oh it makes my head stop the thinking and I just wanna not have to deal with all this crap.
What made today beautiful? Friends... I got a phone call from Nate out of the blue this afternoon. It was great to talk to him, even though I had to cut the call short by going into work. Plus, after a few hours at work, Jon and Greg told me to leave because I've been "working too hard". They were looking out for my best interests... and I appreciate them.
What a tough tough week this has been. Remind me why I'm doing this, again? I don't even remember...
Saturday, February 28, 2004
What a way to start the day!
Nothing says "Rise and Shine" quite like a phone call from the Big Boss Man @ 10:20 in the morning on a Saturday. And, contrary to popular belief, he didn't just call to chat... he wanted to meet... with me... with just me. If I was an easily frightened man, I would be worried about our impending meeting, but, fortunately for me, I AM an easily frightened man.
Right... anyway... Thursday's beautiful thing: Sunset over the el. It was the most beautiful urban scene I've ever seen... and I say urban because that was part of it's beauty. It was the contrast... it was, I don't know, it was beautiful.
Anyway... I saw this scene on the way to work. How ironic that I would be on my way to work... that's not funny. Anyway, I was on my way to work, like I do, and I had a great plan for the evening: how about making more ice cream! How about making 6 cases of ice cream? Sounds like an even better plan... sounds like something I could do from 5:30 until midnight, doesn't it? Well... that's what I did. At midnight I was privileged enough to let the pest control guy, Keith, in. That was fun. He and I hung out for about half an hour... and then I finally got to go home about quarter to one. How much fun am I having? Not enough fun... as I hadn't finished making the appropriate amount of ice cream.
Friday morning I was able to go into the store and finish... making ice cream!!! So, while I was making the ice cream, at 11 in the morning, having not shaved and not showered, wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and a backwards Wisconsin hat... Andrea and her daughter, Julia, came in. Andrea was beeming... radiant... the week of rest showed, she looked relaxed, jovial, in a fantastic mood. THAT was what was beautiful about Friday... seeing how one week with her daughter could make her so happy. And Julia and I talked a bit... she's a wonderfully cute kid... we talked horses, and how she likes coffee flavored ice cream, and about her dog and how he drools and sheds and how much that's like me... cute cute cute kid. I think the funniest part of the whole situation was the HUGE contrast between how I looked and how Andrea looked. I looked like crap, even for me... and she looked great.
Anyway... I left work at two or three or some time... I have no idea when it was... and then I went back to my apartment. I ate something and around 4:30 or 5 I took a nap... and I just couldn't wake up. I set my alarm and kept hitting snooze... I was just too tired to get up. But I had to make a phone call and head into the store to check on things. That's what I did. Jonathan and I talked about some work things, and he and Greg were going to go see "The Passions" movie, and he wanted to know if I wanted to go (friends!)... and I got bananas (this is interesting, huh? I can't believe you're actually still reading this) and refilled spoons and cups. Then I talked with Elizabeth >blush< really quickly and got outta there. It's been such a long week for me... and seeing that Andrea's back, even if she's not working, was SUCH a relief. She's not going to work again until tomorrow (Sunday) and I'll already be there meeting with the Big Boss Man... so tomorrow will be nice.
What about today? Will today be nice? I don't know... It would be nice to be able to do my dishes, and organize my closets (how gay does THAT sound? Not very... but it DOES sound like I don't want to go on that date with you), and figure out something to do with that table >points< and all the shit I keep piled on it >plugs nose<.
Nothing says "Rise and Shine" quite like a phone call from the Big Boss Man @ 10:20 in the morning on a Saturday. And, contrary to popular belief, he didn't just call to chat... he wanted to meet... with me... with just me. If I was an easily frightened man, I would be worried about our impending meeting, but, fortunately for me, I AM an easily frightened man.
Right... anyway... Thursday's beautiful thing: Sunset over the el. It was the most beautiful urban scene I've ever seen... and I say urban because that was part of it's beauty. It was the contrast... it was, I don't know, it was beautiful.
Anyway... I saw this scene on the way to work. How ironic that I would be on my way to work... that's not funny. Anyway, I was on my way to work, like I do, and I had a great plan for the evening: how about making more ice cream! How about making 6 cases of ice cream? Sounds like an even better plan... sounds like something I could do from 5:30 until midnight, doesn't it? Well... that's what I did. At midnight I was privileged enough to let the pest control guy, Keith, in. That was fun. He and I hung out for about half an hour... and then I finally got to go home about quarter to one. How much fun am I having? Not enough fun... as I hadn't finished making the appropriate amount of ice cream.
Friday morning I was able to go into the store and finish... making ice cream!!! So, while I was making the ice cream, at 11 in the morning, having not shaved and not showered, wearing a t-shirt, jeans, and a backwards Wisconsin hat... Andrea and her daughter, Julia, came in. Andrea was beeming... radiant... the week of rest showed, she looked relaxed, jovial, in a fantastic mood. THAT was what was beautiful about Friday... seeing how one week with her daughter could make her so happy. And Julia and I talked a bit... she's a wonderfully cute kid... we talked horses, and how she likes coffee flavored ice cream, and about her dog and how he drools and sheds and how much that's like me... cute cute cute kid. I think the funniest part of the whole situation was the HUGE contrast between how I looked and how Andrea looked. I looked like crap, even for me... and she looked great.
Anyway... I left work at two or three or some time... I have no idea when it was... and then I went back to my apartment. I ate something and around 4:30 or 5 I took a nap... and I just couldn't wake up. I set my alarm and kept hitting snooze... I was just too tired to get up. But I had to make a phone call and head into the store to check on things. That's what I did. Jonathan and I talked about some work things, and he and Greg were going to go see "The Passions" movie, and he wanted to know if I wanted to go (friends!)... and I got bananas (this is interesting, huh? I can't believe you're actually still reading this) and refilled spoons and cups. Then I talked with Elizabeth >blush< really quickly and got outta there. It's been such a long week for me... and seeing that Andrea's back, even if she's not working, was SUCH a relief. She's not going to work again until tomorrow (Sunday) and I'll already be there meeting with the Big Boss Man... so tomorrow will be nice.
What about today? Will today be nice? I don't know... It would be nice to be able to do my dishes, and organize my closets (how gay does THAT sound? Not very... but it DOES sound like I don't want to go on that date with you), and figure out something to do with that table >points< and all the shit I keep piled on it >plugs nose<.
Thursday, February 26, 2004
Ash Wednesday... who's a good Catholic?
Not me. Today is officially the start of lent... and, like all Catholics, I give things up during lent. So, what am I giving up? Well... I'm giving up Ice Cream and Chocolate among other things... and I'm trying to do a few good things for myself, too. Sounds nice, huh? Well... I'm kind of putting it off for a week. You see, I'm a comfort eater... and this is a hard hard HARD week. So, as I was telling Hannah at work, if I don't have chocolate or ice cream this week I might very well kill someone. We both agreed the risk of eternal damnation in doing what you gave up is worth risking the eternal damnation from killing someone. Makes sense...?
One of the things I'm trying to do is come up with a reason why everyday is special... why every day is great... why it's great to be alive. So today I watched as a woman held her son up to the counter so that he could see his ice cream being made. Yes, I've seen it before, but this time was different. After his ice cream was made, she ordered something and said to her son " Go get a table. I'm going to watch my ice cream getting made" and then she stayed and watched her own ice cream with the same enthusiasm that her son had. It was... remarkable. Having children is like being a child again, in a lot of ways... and I saw the care of an adult with her child mixed with the childlike enthusiasm of an adult.
Oddly enough, today I was presented with the contrasting scene. On my way back from work, I saw an argument on the street. A man actually got out of his car and approached a Taxi Van... cursing up a storm. The Taxi driver apparently flipped him off, as he said something like "Yeah that's right, give me the middle finger you piece of shit! Fuck you!" and then he went back towards his car. The Taxi driver then rolled his window down and started yelling. If you've never heard a man from India say "mother fucker", I recommend it. >nods< It's good. And, even through all that ugliness, I couldn't muster up any thoughts more serious than: "Listen to all that yellin'. He's so not gellin'." >Shrug< It seemed to fit.
I went to Megan's for dinner tonight. She made some kind of chicken/pasta thing and there was salad and milk until I couldn't drink milk any longer (which never happened... I can drink the milk, let me tell you) (how come even I thought that was disgusting, even though I was there and I know that it wasn't?) Anyway... we talked for a while and she let me vent about work... and she bought me doughnuts, allowing me to further vent about work and drink even more milk. It was a good night... but her roommate came in and promptly went to bed, so I felt compelled to leave about 11:30.
Speaking of venting about work... let's talk ice cream, shall we? Who wants money from us... and why? We almost were unable to make our inventory purchase because of an outstanding bill that I knew nothing about.... which would have been bad because we ran out of ice cream mix, so we would have run out of ice cream by Thursday or Friday (not good). But I begged the woman who called, who talked with her manager, and we were given the weekend to pay. ALSO... AAA (the garbage collection company, not the insurance place) called about the bill we haven't paid. They said they sent the bill, and two notices... and now they're calling. I said I didn't receive the bill or the notices (as we haven't) and a second phone call revealed that "OH whoops! We've gotten both the bills and the notices BACK in the mail." Why? they were mailing to 1535 North Wells... and the store is 1533 North Wells. Oh... damn. Well we're sorry that we haven't actually sent the bill to the right place and that we stopped picking up your garbage, right? That's something they SHOULD HAVE said. Instead I got "I'll be resending the bill, and you'll have five business days to pay. Goodbye." Hooray for cities! I won't take responsibility for fucking up... I'll just continue to be mean and treat you like someone who hasn't paid even though you haven't gotten a bill. What a bitch.
Speaking of ice cream... guess who was makin' ice cream today? ME!!! I made two pans of the Sweet Cream and two of the Cake Batter... the first time I've ever made ice cream. >tear< My babies... so young, so fragile, so delicious. Heehee... I said "soda".
That's my cue, that means I'm tired. I wish all you Catholics a great Lent season... and I wish all you heathens eternal damnation. Heehee... that's not true. I just wish you a swift and just death. Also not true... I wish you all the chocolate and ice cream that I WON'T eat as soon as Andrea gets back. G'night.
Not me. Today is officially the start of lent... and, like all Catholics, I give things up during lent. So, what am I giving up? Well... I'm giving up Ice Cream and Chocolate among other things... and I'm trying to do a few good things for myself, too. Sounds nice, huh? Well... I'm kind of putting it off for a week. You see, I'm a comfort eater... and this is a hard hard HARD week. So, as I was telling Hannah at work, if I don't have chocolate or ice cream this week I might very well kill someone. We both agreed the risk of eternal damnation in doing what you gave up is worth risking the eternal damnation from killing someone. Makes sense...?
One of the things I'm trying to do is come up with a reason why everyday is special... why every day is great... why it's great to be alive. So today I watched as a woman held her son up to the counter so that he could see his ice cream being made. Yes, I've seen it before, but this time was different. After his ice cream was made, she ordered something and said to her son " Go get a table. I'm going to watch my ice cream getting made" and then she stayed and watched her own ice cream with the same enthusiasm that her son had. It was... remarkable. Having children is like being a child again, in a lot of ways... and I saw the care of an adult with her child mixed with the childlike enthusiasm of an adult.
Oddly enough, today I was presented with the contrasting scene. On my way back from work, I saw an argument on the street. A man actually got out of his car and approached a Taxi Van... cursing up a storm. The Taxi driver apparently flipped him off, as he said something like "Yeah that's right, give me the middle finger you piece of shit! Fuck you!" and then he went back towards his car. The Taxi driver then rolled his window down and started yelling. If you've never heard a man from India say "mother fucker", I recommend it. >nods< It's good. And, even through all that ugliness, I couldn't muster up any thoughts more serious than: "Listen to all that yellin'. He's so not gellin'." >Shrug< It seemed to fit.
I went to Megan's for dinner tonight. She made some kind of chicken/pasta thing and there was salad and milk until I couldn't drink milk any longer (which never happened... I can drink the milk, let me tell you) (how come even I thought that was disgusting, even though I was there and I know that it wasn't?) Anyway... we talked for a while and she let me vent about work... and she bought me doughnuts, allowing me to further vent about work and drink even more milk. It was a good night... but her roommate came in and promptly went to bed, so I felt compelled to leave about 11:30.
Speaking of venting about work... let's talk ice cream, shall we? Who wants money from us... and why? We almost were unable to make our inventory purchase because of an outstanding bill that I knew nothing about.... which would have been bad because we ran out of ice cream mix, so we would have run out of ice cream by Thursday or Friday (not good). But I begged the woman who called, who talked with her manager, and we were given the weekend to pay. ALSO... AAA (the garbage collection company, not the insurance place) called about the bill we haven't paid. They said they sent the bill, and two notices... and now they're calling. I said I didn't receive the bill or the notices (as we haven't) and a second phone call revealed that "OH whoops! We've gotten both the bills and the notices BACK in the mail." Why? they were mailing to 1535 North Wells... and the store is 1533 North Wells. Oh... damn. Well we're sorry that we haven't actually sent the bill to the right place and that we stopped picking up your garbage, right? That's something they SHOULD HAVE said. Instead I got "I'll be resending the bill, and you'll have five business days to pay. Goodbye." Hooray for cities! I won't take responsibility for fucking up... I'll just continue to be mean and treat you like someone who hasn't paid even though you haven't gotten a bill. What a bitch.
Speaking of ice cream... guess who was makin' ice cream today? ME!!! I made two pans of the Sweet Cream and two of the Cake Batter... the first time I've ever made ice cream. >tear< My babies... so young, so fragile, so delicious. Heehee... I said "soda".
That's my cue, that means I'm tired. I wish all you Catholics a great Lent season... and I wish all you heathens eternal damnation. Heehee... that's not true. I just wish you a swift and just death. Also not true... I wish you all the chocolate and ice cream that I WON'T eat as soon as Andrea gets back. G'night.
Tuesday, February 24, 2004
SWEET!!!
You're a Pint of Guinness!
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Monday, February 23, 2004
Sorry Ken... but this is what I got.
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Writer's bloc... and the first few days of John the Manager
What should I be doing right now? Who can guess? Anyone? Anyone??? Bueller? Anyway.... seeing as it's Sunday night, and my writing class is Monday: if you said "writing a script for tomorrow" you're right! That's exactly what I should be doing! But I can't think of anything ANYTHING funny right now. NOTHING. I mean, I even called Ken out of the blue this evening and we brainstormed for about ten minutes. And I had an idea... and it was good. And maybe I shouldn't say I have nothing... as there's stuff floating around up there >points to head<... but nothing's coming out. I mean, sorry Ken, the ideas ARE good... but I just can't get to them.
So this is what I do... I'll write and type and write and maybe something will come out that's worth something. Maybe I'll write through the metaphoric dam causing hyperbolic damnation in my mind (by the way... was anyone else completely weirded out by the fact that hyperbole and a hyperbola conjugate to the same adjective? I think that's really f--king weird, as I learned about hyperbola long before I knew what hyperbole was. I'm a math guy... leave me alone). Where was I? That tangent even threw ME off. Um... Oh yeah! I was talking about how I don't know what's going on in my head... funny that I could be so easily distracted (funny = ironic).
What the hell have I been doing? Well... ah... Andrea started her vacation Saturday, but I "took the reins" on Friday night. And what fun happened Friday night? Well... we were running out of ice cream, so we needed another person to come in while one of the crew members made the ice cream. Easy, huh? Well... the keyholder that night, Amy, wanted the night off... so we got Greg to cover her shift. Trouble is, Greg was already scheduled to work that night... he was going to be there anyway. So I try to get Chris to come in... as Chris is supposedly "on call" (moron this later). So Chris, "on call", is not there when I "on call" him. Rut-Ro... two people short! Thank the gods that Jonathan (ANOTHER keyholder) was available to come in (and he did)... AND Elizabeth >blush< was free to come in even though she was not on the schedule, not on call, and supposed to be having a night of karaoke with her friends. That's mothahf--king dedication.
Friday ended up going smoothly (even though we ran out of Chocolate ice cream mix... moron this later). Saturday... the first night... hope things go well and there are no problems... um... well... So remember how "on call" previously meant "don't be around when someone calls you to work"? Ok... Apparently Saturday "on call" meant "show up at the store anyway and start working... even if we don't need you" because that's what Dmitry did. I was like... "um... huh?" Turns out it was ok... I sent Greg home after 9 because it was slow enough that we didn't really need four people (even though we did almost $1500 Saturday... the most since January 2nd of this year). So the ice cream... about that... um... as of Saturday we're out of the chocolate AND the sweet cream mix. Basically, we can't make any more ice cream until Wednesday, when the truck comes in with the inventory. I've run through a few scenarios in my head... and all of them include a lot of work on my part. This job is fun, huh?
So Saturday was weird... but nothing terrible happened... and we got a lot of business. Sunday... day two... certainly no one would fuck up the schedule tonight, right? Right? Um... well... Jenn was scheduled to work, but couldn't. Ok... there's someone on call, no big deal... take the night off! Elizabeth >blush< was "on call"... but something came up, and she couldn't work. That was ok because she saved my butt Friday night when she didn't need to work. She gets a free night. I'll just call someone else. Um... Matt=can't work... Amy=performing in a concert, can't work... Dmitry can work at 8, I can do better than that... Greg=can't get a hold of... Jonathan=can't get a hold of... Sam=can't get a hold of... Cherise has been there since open, she can't stay... Hannah doesn't work weekends because she works EVERY DAY during the week... Chris=no surprise, can't get a hold of... Call Dmitry again, "8 would be great! as soon as you can get here!" So I had Emily, who had started working at 1, stay until Dmitry got there at 8. Yeah... I felt bad all around. Why didn't I just work? Remember that play I'm supposed to be writing? Yeah... I'm supposed to be writing it. Plus! someone needed to figure out why the phone was broken. Yeah... the phone decided to stop receiving calls tonight, did I mention that? Oh... it did. I fixed it, because I'm just that good... but I almost completely freaked out. (how is that possible, John?)
You know what? I've had enough of your lip. You can almost completely freak out in that you're on the verge of completely losing it... if you were to "lose it," you'd go all the way, ok? That's how it's possible.
Anyway... that's work. I want so desperately for this to be a good week for Andrea, as she needs it. And I'm doing this whole thing for Julia... Andrea's daughter who I've never met. I just can't imagine being ten and having my mother tell me she's too busy to get time off work to spend with me. And I especially wouldn't understand it if my mom worked in an ice cream store... I mean, what the hell is that? Julia's going to grow up thinking she's not important enough to her mother... or that work comes first... or something terrible. Sweet shit... the least I can do is give her a week away from this craziness.
Speaking of Crazy... Hi. How are you?
I am currently chipping away at my correspondance. I got a fantastically clever email from Randi (who knew she was capable... mwah ha haaa), had a few wonderful talks with Sarah, Laura, Ken, and an emotional talk with my sister this weekend, and I have big plans to send out some letters and "stuff" soon (stuff being a CD and a 'care package' or two). I'm hoping that, once Andrea comes back from her first vacation since they bought the store in early November, that she'll be willing to giving me some time off soon. I have big plans. I have a City full of Sin... just waiting for me to shoot the crap out of everything that moves.
That was almost too cryptic for me to actually know what I meant. Hmm. Well... the GOOD news is that it's 1:30 here and I've re-worded the first five lines of dialogue of my scene about half a dozen times. This is good. At this rate, I'll have one completely polished page by the time I have to go to class. >sigh<
On that note... I hope that this post finds you all keeping your heads up. I hope you're eating well... and sleeping... as I am doing neither. Good luck to a special lady on Thursday of this week... and break a leg to a couple wonderful ladies this week as well, I'm sure Shakespeare never looked so good (take that however you want to).
PS Where's Nick? Does anyone know how he's doing? I left a message on his voicemail a couple weekends ago... but haven't heard back. I don't want to intrude, but I'm curious and worried and all those fatherly things. I don't know what to do... and that seems to be a general theme throughout my relationships currently.
One LAST thing... I'm giving some things up for Lent (like Ice Cream), but I'm also trying to do positive things too. One of the things I'm going to try to do is to find a reason, every day, why the day was beautiful... why it's good to be alive... why life isn't as horrible as it sometimes seems. I bring this up because of a few things tonight: The rain. Thursday it felt like spring here in Chicago, it smelled like spring, it felt like tennis season... Saturday it felt like fall, like a day where you and your best friends gathered on a field to play tackle football until you were all tired, muddy, and cold... and tonight it felt different still. It rained here... but it wasn't a dirty city rain. It felt clean... cathartic... I let the water fall on me... it made me smile. And, as I walked, I saw two children in a doorway... trying to push the door the wrong way. They were on the inside, looking out at the rain... with their hands up to the glass of the door. They weren't smiling... they weren't upset... they just seemed in awe of the rain.
And I love the sound of cars on wet pavement... I LOVE that sound, and I don't know why. It was good. Goodnight.
Music - Chevelle "Closure"
What should I be doing right now? Who can guess? Anyone? Anyone??? Bueller? Anyway.... seeing as it's Sunday night, and my writing class is Monday: if you said "writing a script for tomorrow" you're right! That's exactly what I should be doing! But I can't think of anything ANYTHING funny right now. NOTHING. I mean, I even called Ken out of the blue this evening and we brainstormed for about ten minutes. And I had an idea... and it was good. And maybe I shouldn't say I have nothing... as there's stuff floating around up there >points to head<... but nothing's coming out. I mean, sorry Ken, the ideas ARE good... but I just can't get to them.
So this is what I do... I'll write and type and write and maybe something will come out that's worth something. Maybe I'll write through the metaphoric dam causing hyperbolic damnation in my mind (by the way... was anyone else completely weirded out by the fact that hyperbole and a hyperbola conjugate to the same adjective? I think that's really f--king weird, as I learned about hyperbola long before I knew what hyperbole was. I'm a math guy... leave me alone). Where was I? That tangent even threw ME off. Um... Oh yeah! I was talking about how I don't know what's going on in my head... funny that I could be so easily distracted (funny = ironic).
What the hell have I been doing? Well... ah... Andrea started her vacation Saturday, but I "took the reins" on Friday night. And what fun happened Friday night? Well... we were running out of ice cream, so we needed another person to come in while one of the crew members made the ice cream. Easy, huh? Well... the keyholder that night, Amy, wanted the night off... so we got Greg to cover her shift. Trouble is, Greg was already scheduled to work that night... he was going to be there anyway. So I try to get Chris to come in... as Chris is supposedly "on call" (moron this later). So Chris, "on call", is not there when I "on call" him. Rut-Ro... two people short! Thank the gods that Jonathan (ANOTHER keyholder) was available to come in (and he did)... AND Elizabeth >blush< was free to come in even though she was not on the schedule, not on call, and supposed to be having a night of karaoke with her friends. That's mothahf--king dedication.
Friday ended up going smoothly (even though we ran out of Chocolate ice cream mix... moron this later). Saturday... the first night... hope things go well and there are no problems... um... well... So remember how "on call" previously meant "don't be around when someone calls you to work"? Ok... Apparently Saturday "on call" meant "show up at the store anyway and start working... even if we don't need you" because that's what Dmitry did. I was like... "um... huh?" Turns out it was ok... I sent Greg home after 9 because it was slow enough that we didn't really need four people (even though we did almost $1500 Saturday... the most since January 2nd of this year). So the ice cream... about that... um... as of Saturday we're out of the chocolate AND the sweet cream mix. Basically, we can't make any more ice cream until Wednesday, when the truck comes in with the inventory. I've run through a few scenarios in my head... and all of them include a lot of work on my part. This job is fun, huh?
So Saturday was weird... but nothing terrible happened... and we got a lot of business. Sunday... day two... certainly no one would fuck up the schedule tonight, right? Right? Um... well... Jenn was scheduled to work, but couldn't. Ok... there's someone on call, no big deal... take the night off! Elizabeth >blush< was "on call"... but something came up, and she couldn't work. That was ok because she saved my butt Friday night when she didn't need to work. She gets a free night. I'll just call someone else. Um... Matt=can't work... Amy=performing in a concert, can't work... Dmitry can work at 8, I can do better than that... Greg=can't get a hold of... Jonathan=can't get a hold of... Sam=can't get a hold of... Cherise has been there since open, she can't stay... Hannah doesn't work weekends because she works EVERY DAY during the week... Chris=no surprise, can't get a hold of... Call Dmitry again, "8 would be great! as soon as you can get here!" So I had Emily, who had started working at 1, stay until Dmitry got there at 8. Yeah... I felt bad all around. Why didn't I just work? Remember that play I'm supposed to be writing? Yeah... I'm supposed to be writing it. Plus! someone needed to figure out why the phone was broken. Yeah... the phone decided to stop receiving calls tonight, did I mention that? Oh... it did. I fixed it, because I'm just that good... but I almost completely freaked out. (how is that possible, John?)
You know what? I've had enough of your lip. You can almost completely freak out in that you're on the verge of completely losing it... if you were to "lose it," you'd go all the way, ok? That's how it's possible.
Anyway... that's work. I want so desperately for this to be a good week for Andrea, as she needs it. And I'm doing this whole thing for Julia... Andrea's daughter who I've never met. I just can't imagine being ten and having my mother tell me she's too busy to get time off work to spend with me. And I especially wouldn't understand it if my mom worked in an ice cream store... I mean, what the hell is that? Julia's going to grow up thinking she's not important enough to her mother... or that work comes first... or something terrible. Sweet shit... the least I can do is give her a week away from this craziness.
Speaking of Crazy... Hi. How are you?
I am currently chipping away at my correspondance. I got a fantastically clever email from Randi (who knew she was capable... mwah ha haaa), had a few wonderful talks with Sarah, Laura, Ken, and an emotional talk with my sister this weekend, and I have big plans to send out some letters and "stuff" soon (stuff being a CD and a 'care package' or two). I'm hoping that, once Andrea comes back from her first vacation since they bought the store in early November, that she'll be willing to giving me some time off soon. I have big plans. I have a City full of Sin... just waiting for me to shoot the crap out of everything that moves.
That was almost too cryptic for me to actually know what I meant. Hmm. Well... the GOOD news is that it's 1:30 here and I've re-worded the first five lines of dialogue of my scene about half a dozen times. This is good. At this rate, I'll have one completely polished page by the time I have to go to class. >sigh<
On that note... I hope that this post finds you all keeping your heads up. I hope you're eating well... and sleeping... as I am doing neither. Good luck to a special lady on Thursday of this week... and break a leg to a couple wonderful ladies this week as well, I'm sure Shakespeare never looked so good (take that however you want to).
PS Where's Nick? Does anyone know how he's doing? I left a message on his voicemail a couple weekends ago... but haven't heard back. I don't want to intrude, but I'm curious and worried and all those fatherly things. I don't know what to do... and that seems to be a general theme throughout my relationships currently.
One LAST thing... I'm giving some things up for Lent (like Ice Cream), but I'm also trying to do positive things too. One of the things I'm going to try to do is to find a reason, every day, why the day was beautiful... why it's good to be alive... why life isn't as horrible as it sometimes seems. I bring this up because of a few things tonight: The rain. Thursday it felt like spring here in Chicago, it smelled like spring, it felt like tennis season... Saturday it felt like fall, like a day where you and your best friends gathered on a field to play tackle football until you were all tired, muddy, and cold... and tonight it felt different still. It rained here... but it wasn't a dirty city rain. It felt clean... cathartic... I let the water fall on me... it made me smile. And, as I walked, I saw two children in a doorway... trying to push the door the wrong way. They were on the inside, looking out at the rain... with their hands up to the glass of the door. They weren't smiling... they weren't upset... they just seemed in awe of the rain.
And I love the sound of cars on wet pavement... I LOVE that sound, and I don't know why. It was good. Goodnight.
Music - Chevelle "Closure"
Thursday, February 19, 2004
"Kittens and Balloons"
I learned today that the above was one of the reasons I was promoted. I kid you not... kittens and balloons. Allow me to explain. When I first started working a lot with Andrea in December, she liked to "fire" me pretty much once a day. Once day... I thought I'd get ahead after doing something stupid and just say "You're going to fire me, aren't you?" Her response than was "Stop trying to read my mind, John." To which, my ill-advised retort "I keep trying to read your mind, but all I get are kittens and balloons."
Now... how many of you would say that to your boss within the first couple weeks of work? No one... because that's a stupid thing to say. December was a stressful month, and she, honestly, had been "playfully" picking on me for a while... so I not-so-discretely let her know what I thought was in her head. This stroke of stupidity apparently worked... she thought it was so funny that she told the Big Boss Man (her dad), who also apparently laughed. I guess it finally showed her that I could "keep up" with the witty repartee. Either that, or she's slightly sadistic like I am. Either way...
This was not the only quasi-epiphonic thing that I've said at work (I just made up a word). Andrea seems to be keen on what I coined the "toothpaste effect." We were talking about how she had all this pressure on her from all sides and it had no place to go except for towards me (this was after the big "deal" a couple weekends ago)... and I told her it was understandable, like a tube of toothpaste: No matter where it's squeezed, the toothpaste has only one place to go. So, no matter where her pressure was coming from (her father, the area developers, the employees themselves), she only has one place for that stress to go: back towards the employees. This struck some cord in her because she used it again recently to describe something else. Weird, huh?
Today also was a landmark day in "sold-out geekdom." I got added to our corporate account at CostCo... which is a warehouse wholesaler like Sam's Club. I must have walked around that store for about an hour and a half... just looking at all the stuff you can buy in bulk... and how inexpensive it is. 17 video tapes for $8... Double-packs of cereal... a $50 DVD player (which is cheap because CostCo buys them in bulk)... jewlery, muffins, books, jeans, produce, cleaning supplies, exercise equipment... You name it, they got it. It was truly an earth-shattering visit... and I'm a big lameo-pants.
More Sports talk...
Gary Barnett fired? Portion of his remarks "misinterpreted" or "taken out of context"... he said today. Yesterday, he said of his former female kicker: "Katie was not only a girl, she was terrible. There's no other way to say it" and that she got playing time that better players should have gotten. Let's face it... this kicker just came forward and said that she had been raped by a member of the team, and he's talking about how bad she was as a kicker? He must have gone to the "Dumb Jock, School of Insensitive Bastardry." This dude should be worse than fired... he should be fired and castrated... and sodomized with the football. Nuff said.
Finally, I got a semi-random call from Ms. Laura Kraly tonight. I'm trying to track down Susan's new address, and Laura's as good a person as any to ask... so I contacted her about it. Unfortunately, she doesn't know the address yet, so I'll just have to give Susan a call sometime. When I have time. Which won't be this weekend... or the entire next week. Andrea's finally taking that vacation... so starting Saturday and lasting the week... I'm the manager. I'm scared, I'm not going to beat around the President. Do I think I'm capable of handling this? Not really, no. Do I have a choice? Not really, no. So... if I go even MORE crazy this next week... now you know. Have a good night.
I learned today that the above was one of the reasons I was promoted. I kid you not... kittens and balloons. Allow me to explain. When I first started working a lot with Andrea in December, she liked to "fire" me pretty much once a day. Once day... I thought I'd get ahead after doing something stupid and just say "You're going to fire me, aren't you?" Her response than was "Stop trying to read my mind, John." To which, my ill-advised retort "I keep trying to read your mind, but all I get are kittens and balloons."
Now... how many of you would say that to your boss within the first couple weeks of work? No one... because that's a stupid thing to say. December was a stressful month, and she, honestly, had been "playfully" picking on me for a while... so I not-so-discretely let her know what I thought was in her head. This stroke of stupidity apparently worked... she thought it was so funny that she told the Big Boss Man (her dad), who also apparently laughed. I guess it finally showed her that I could "keep up" with the witty repartee. Either that, or she's slightly sadistic like I am. Either way...
This was not the only quasi-epiphonic thing that I've said at work (I just made up a word). Andrea seems to be keen on what I coined the "toothpaste effect." We were talking about how she had all this pressure on her from all sides and it had no place to go except for towards me (this was after the big "deal" a couple weekends ago)... and I told her it was understandable, like a tube of toothpaste: No matter where it's squeezed, the toothpaste has only one place to go. So, no matter where her pressure was coming from (her father, the area developers, the employees themselves), she only has one place for that stress to go: back towards the employees. This struck some cord in her because she used it again recently to describe something else. Weird, huh?
Today also was a landmark day in "sold-out geekdom." I got added to our corporate account at CostCo... which is a warehouse wholesaler like Sam's Club. I must have walked around that store for about an hour and a half... just looking at all the stuff you can buy in bulk... and how inexpensive it is. 17 video tapes for $8... Double-packs of cereal... a $50 DVD player (which is cheap because CostCo buys them in bulk)... jewlery, muffins, books, jeans, produce, cleaning supplies, exercise equipment... You name it, they got it. It was truly an earth-shattering visit... and I'm a big lameo-pants.
More Sports talk...
Gary Barnett fired? Portion of his remarks "misinterpreted" or "taken out of context"... he said today. Yesterday, he said of his former female kicker: "Katie was not only a girl, she was terrible. There's no other way to say it" and that she got playing time that better players should have gotten. Let's face it... this kicker just came forward and said that she had been raped by a member of the team, and he's talking about how bad she was as a kicker? He must have gone to the "Dumb Jock, School of Insensitive Bastardry." This dude should be worse than fired... he should be fired and castrated... and sodomized with the football. Nuff said.
Finally, I got a semi-random call from Ms. Laura Kraly tonight. I'm trying to track down Susan's new address, and Laura's as good a person as any to ask... so I contacted her about it. Unfortunately, she doesn't know the address yet, so I'll just have to give Susan a call sometime. When I have time. Which won't be this weekend... or the entire next week. Andrea's finally taking that vacation... so starting Saturday and lasting the week... I'm the manager. I'm scared, I'm not going to beat around the President. Do I think I'm capable of handling this? Not really, no. Do I have a choice? Not really, no. So... if I go even MORE crazy this next week... now you know. Have a good night.
A Crazy Photo Op!
So I worked tonight... serving customers. It's been a long time since I actually served people >sigh< and it showed. I was fumbling around, dropping things, forgetting stuff, just being a pretty big shit-for-brains (for more info, see your local football player). Yeah, if it was up to me, I probably would've fired myself after my performance tonight. Anyway... I served customers by myself from a little before six o'clock until close (which turned out to be a little after 10). There WAS another person in the store for three of those hours, but Greg was in the back making the ice cream.
Anyway... tonight was the second time during my tenure as an ice cream artist that someone took a picture of me while I was making ice cream. Weird huh? I mean... just think about it... there are two people who are showing a picture of me to their friends (probably over tea or something) and they're saying "And this is that ice cream place we went to... it was >insert adjective<." I mean... it's like those people know me, even though we've never met... whoa. Trippy, huh? No... not trippy? Here, have a toke of this. Ok... now... trippy, huh? You're damn right it is.
Yeah so... I just spent over seven hours practically serving people and closing the store... so pardon me if I'm not too keen on staying up anymore. Have a nice night.
Music: Maroon 5 - "This Love"
So I worked tonight... serving customers. It's been a long time since I actually served people >sigh< and it showed. I was fumbling around, dropping things, forgetting stuff, just being a pretty big shit-for-brains (for more info, see your local football player). Yeah, if it was up to me, I probably would've fired myself after my performance tonight. Anyway... I served customers by myself from a little before six o'clock until close (which turned out to be a little after 10). There WAS another person in the store for three of those hours, but Greg was in the back making the ice cream.
Anyway... tonight was the second time during my tenure as an ice cream artist that someone took a picture of me while I was making ice cream. Weird huh? I mean... just think about it... there are two people who are showing a picture of me to their friends (probably over tea or something) and they're saying "And this is that ice cream place we went to... it was >insert adjective<." I mean... it's like those people know me, even though we've never met... whoa. Trippy, huh? No... not trippy? Here, have a toke of this. Ok... now... trippy, huh? You're damn right it is.
Yeah so... I just spent over seven hours practically serving people and closing the store... so pardon me if I'm not too keen on staying up anymore. Have a nice night.
Music: Maroon 5 - "This Love"
Wednesday, February 18, 2004
Baseball??? Do I even LIKE that sport?
Kiddies... there comes a time in every man's life when he must talk about baseball. This... is my time.
A Rod trade: One of the commentators on ESPN said we'd be talking about this trade for the next hundred years. The next HUNDRED YEARS. That is, without a doubt, the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Let's see what we're still talking about that happened in 1904, shall we?
Um...
Well there was... no that was the 1980s...
Ah... We could talk about how Harry Davis, the first baseman of the Philadelphia Athletics, lead the league with 10 home runs.
>looks around<
NO! NOTHING! There's nothing from 1904 that we're still talking about. The only thing that comes close to being big enough baseball news is the integration of Jackie Robinson in 1947... and in 2047, we'll still be talking about that. But the only NEW thing that could come close to THAT is the integration of women into Major League Baseball. There isn't anything else in baseball that will make people talk for the next hundred years.
So, as long as it's not a hundred years from now (last time I checked, it's not), let's talk the A Rod trade. Boy, do I hate the Yankees. And, having said that... I love being able to hate the Yankees. Seriously. The only team I hate more is the Colorado Avalanche. Yes, I DO have the Minnesota Vikings, on principle... and I can't hate the Bears, on principle... and I'm indifferent to basketball teams because the entire team gets traded every year or two. I mean, can YOU name the starting lineup of the Detroit Pistons? Even I would have trouble... and I'm me (at least, the last time I checked). But I like being able to have clear-cut teams that I can just hate... and hope that all their players are injured at the same time... or all the players die somehow. So, the A Rod trade is another reason why I can hate hate HATE the Yankees. By the way, does my hatred for the Yankees mean I like the Red Sox? No... I hate them too. But, I do have to hand it to the Yankees, they're willing to spend the big bucks... and they do it the "right" way to keep winning. Other teams have money... but they're not using it "correctly". Either that, or there's no mistique to other teams, and everyone would really rather play for the Yankees anyway. Either of those things might be true.
Maddux to the Cubbies: Has the curse finally been lifted? I mean... just look at the Cubs starting rotation: Woods, Prior, Maddux, Clement, Zambrano... Granted Zambrano had a terrible post season, but he might not even have to pitch in the post season if all the other pitchers are healthy. Does this make the Cubs the team to beat in the Central? Um... I wish it did, but the Astros have Pettitte and Clemens and I think they're probably the team to beat. Who knows, though? With Jimmy Shy and the Crazy One in the Wrigley stands this next season, it'll be harder for the opposition to win in Wrigley than previous years. Trust me, that one dude is CRAZY...
Music: Limp Bizkit (of all things) - Behind Blue Eyes (I'm sorry... but I really LOVE that song)
Kiddies... there comes a time in every man's life when he must talk about baseball. This... is my time.
A Rod trade: One of the commentators on ESPN said we'd be talking about this trade for the next hundred years. The next HUNDRED YEARS. That is, without a doubt, the stupidest thing I've ever heard. Let's see what we're still talking about that happened in 1904, shall we?
Um...
Well there was... no that was the 1980s...
Ah... We could talk about how Harry Davis, the first baseman of the Philadelphia Athletics, lead the league with 10 home runs.
>looks around<
NO! NOTHING! There's nothing from 1904 that we're still talking about. The only thing that comes close to being big enough baseball news is the integration of Jackie Robinson in 1947... and in 2047, we'll still be talking about that. But the only NEW thing that could come close to THAT is the integration of women into Major League Baseball. There isn't anything else in baseball that will make people talk for the next hundred years.
So, as long as it's not a hundred years from now (last time I checked, it's not), let's talk the A Rod trade. Boy, do I hate the Yankees. And, having said that... I love being able to hate the Yankees. Seriously. The only team I hate more is the Colorado Avalanche. Yes, I DO have the Minnesota Vikings, on principle... and I can't hate the Bears, on principle... and I'm indifferent to basketball teams because the entire team gets traded every year or two. I mean, can YOU name the starting lineup of the Detroit Pistons? Even I would have trouble... and I'm me (at least, the last time I checked). But I like being able to have clear-cut teams that I can just hate... and hope that all their players are injured at the same time... or all the players die somehow. So, the A Rod trade is another reason why I can hate hate HATE the Yankees. By the way, does my hatred for the Yankees mean I like the Red Sox? No... I hate them too. But, I do have to hand it to the Yankees, they're willing to spend the big bucks... and they do it the "right" way to keep winning. Other teams have money... but they're not using it "correctly". Either that, or there's no mistique to other teams, and everyone would really rather play for the Yankees anyway. Either of those things might be true.
Maddux to the Cubbies: Has the curse finally been lifted? I mean... just look at the Cubs starting rotation: Woods, Prior, Maddux, Clement, Zambrano... Granted Zambrano had a terrible post season, but he might not even have to pitch in the post season if all the other pitchers are healthy. Does this make the Cubs the team to beat in the Central? Um... I wish it did, but the Astros have Pettitte and Clemens and I think they're probably the team to beat. Who knows, though? With Jimmy Shy and the Crazy One in the Wrigley stands this next season, it'll be harder for the opposition to win in Wrigley than previous years. Trust me, that one dude is CRAZY...
Music: Limp Bizkit (of all things) - Behind Blue Eyes (I'm sorry... but I really LOVE that song)
Where'd I go?
Where have I been? Hmm? The short answer is going crazy... or, should I say, "staying crazy." So crazy, in fact, that I decided to get Sunday and Monday off of work to drive home Sunday morning and spend pretty much just one day with my parents. I got to BR at around 3:30 Eastern Time, even though I left around 9 in the morning here in Chicago. Yeah... that's a long time. Anyway... my parents and I talked business... we talked classes... we talked taxes... we talked. We had a nice dinner, some nice dessert, and all we did was talk. My mom went to bed at a "normal people" time... and then my dad and I stayed up talking until (I kid you not) 3 in the morning. I then woke up at 7 in the morning to have breakfast with the rents and then I left for Chicago around 9 Eastern Time. So I spent less than 24 hours with my parents... but that's ok. It was something I needed... very very badly. I just needed someone to tell me that I wasn't wasting my time... that I was doing a good job... that I should just keep going at it. Maybe someone to hug me and tell me I'm not a burden... that I'll figure things out... that I can be happy again if I just keep working at it. And, for the most part, I got that... so I'm good, for now.
So I bought the OLD LOTRs Video Game (The Two Towers). In it, there's an interview with Elijah Wood about what he thought of the video game process (as he was asked to voice his character Frodo). In the interview, Wood talks about loving action figures and video games... and calling the fact that he is a part of that a "total geek bonus." Now, anyone who REALLY knows me, knows that I secretly (not any more) want my own action figure... so Elijah and I are on the same page. So much so, in fact, that he was born exactly a month after I was (January 28, 1981). Trippy, huh?
Speaking of a geek bonus... I just got something at work that I'm really happy about and that you all are going to think is totally lame: Business Cards. That's right, kiddies, I've got my own business cards now. Completing the TOTAL sold-out-ness of my position and putting me, roughly, on par with Randrew Heatherman Heathman Jackson County (I just kept giving her names as we went along, didn't I?). Heehee... Randi's such a sell-out.
And finally... after being in those damn improv classes for almost four months, we finally played a game that actually feels like my class has gotten somewhere. The game is called freeze or switch... and the reason I'm so excited about it is that the mainstagers (that's what I call them, anyway) play this very same game at the end of every improv set. So it feels like we've finally done something that translates onto the stages... and I'm as excited as I can be about it. >blank expression< That's all you're gettin', sports fans.
Where have I been? Hmm? The short answer is going crazy... or, should I say, "staying crazy." So crazy, in fact, that I decided to get Sunday and Monday off of work to drive home Sunday morning and spend pretty much just one day with my parents. I got to BR at around 3:30 Eastern Time, even though I left around 9 in the morning here in Chicago. Yeah... that's a long time. Anyway... my parents and I talked business... we talked classes... we talked taxes... we talked. We had a nice dinner, some nice dessert, and all we did was talk. My mom went to bed at a "normal people" time... and then my dad and I stayed up talking until (I kid you not) 3 in the morning. I then woke up at 7 in the morning to have breakfast with the rents and then I left for Chicago around 9 Eastern Time. So I spent less than 24 hours with my parents... but that's ok. It was something I needed... very very badly. I just needed someone to tell me that I wasn't wasting my time... that I was doing a good job... that I should just keep going at it. Maybe someone to hug me and tell me I'm not a burden... that I'll figure things out... that I can be happy again if I just keep working at it. And, for the most part, I got that... so I'm good, for now.
So I bought the OLD LOTRs Video Game (The Two Towers). In it, there's an interview with Elijah Wood about what he thought of the video game process (as he was asked to voice his character Frodo). In the interview, Wood talks about loving action figures and video games... and calling the fact that he is a part of that a "total geek bonus." Now, anyone who REALLY knows me, knows that I secretly (not any more) want my own action figure... so Elijah and I are on the same page. So much so, in fact, that he was born exactly a month after I was (January 28, 1981). Trippy, huh?
Speaking of a geek bonus... I just got something at work that I'm really happy about and that you all are going to think is totally lame: Business Cards. That's right, kiddies, I've got my own business cards now. Completing the TOTAL sold-out-ness of my position and putting me, roughly, on par with Randrew Heatherman Heathman Jackson County (I just kept giving her names as we went along, didn't I?). Heehee... Randi's such a sell-out.
And finally... after being in those damn improv classes for almost four months, we finally played a game that actually feels like my class has gotten somewhere. The game is called freeze or switch... and the reason I'm so excited about it is that the mainstagers (that's what I call them, anyway) play this very same game at the end of every improv set. So it feels like we've finally done something that translates onto the stages... and I'm as excited as I can be about it. >blank expression< That's all you're gettin', sports fans.
Saturday, February 14, 2004
A Valentine's Day lesson
I wasn't going to blog for a while... but this is something that I feel like I should share, so bare with me.
While walking to work, I came across a man who was pushing his home: a shopping cart with two black garbage bags full of belongings and a black clothing bag. This man had a large, puffy blue winter coat on with the hood up and a green scarf covering his face... I wasn't even able to see his eyes, as he was hunched over what was literally his mobile home.
The only thing I could think about was Valentine's Day... and how today isn't special at all to this man. Who knows if he even knows it's Saturday? And this man is literally faceless... even to a concerned passerby. There is no one who will be missing him or thinking about him on Valentine's Day... and he has no one to worry about or fuss over except, presumably, himself.
This man is a hardcore juxtaposition of what awaited me when I got back to my apartment. Today, in the mail, I received: A CD from a friend who thought I would like it (and who thinks CDs from friends are the best kind of music); a Valentine from a dear friend who even included a scratch and sniff sticker (which I think I got high off of... it's supposed to smell like crack, right?); AND a box of cookies from my parents... who thought I could use a little homemade love this Valentine's Day.
Allow me a slight side-track before I wrap this up: I've always liked Valentine's Day. It reminds me of elementary school... when you used to buy everyone in the class a Valentine... and then you'd get like twenty valentine's in return. It was never about love back then... love seems to be a recent phenomenon in my life. So it wasn't about love... it was about making people happy and being made happy in return. I mean... all it took was filling names in on the Valentine's card, and maybe including candy if you felt particularly generous that year... and you got all sorts of Valentine's in return. Recently, it's been about making one particular woman happy... surprising her (The creation of Outer Core was because of this very holiday). And, all we men ask in return is for the same. One day a year to be surprising and creative and REALLY work on showing this person how important they are... I'm sorry, I really like Valentine's Day.
This year... there's no one for me to fuss over... no one for me to surprise. I've been trying to live vicariously through a few couples that I know... but it seems like no one's going all out this year. Too bad... that kind of crap would really make me feel good. So today had all the makings of a day that could possibly really suck. But then I saw a faceless man and got some long distance love... and the day doesn't seem so bad. So remember, all you Valentine's haters (I'm talking to Ken among others)... at least there are people who know you... people who care.
I might be lonely this Valentine's Day... but I know I'm not alone. Take care... because I love you. Happy Valentine's Day everyone.
PS Sweetest Day still sucks ass.
I wasn't going to blog for a while... but this is something that I feel like I should share, so bare with me.
While walking to work, I came across a man who was pushing his home: a shopping cart with two black garbage bags full of belongings and a black clothing bag. This man had a large, puffy blue winter coat on with the hood up and a green scarf covering his face... I wasn't even able to see his eyes, as he was hunched over what was literally his mobile home.
The only thing I could think about was Valentine's Day... and how today isn't special at all to this man. Who knows if he even knows it's Saturday? And this man is literally faceless... even to a concerned passerby. There is no one who will be missing him or thinking about him on Valentine's Day... and he has no one to worry about or fuss over except, presumably, himself.
This man is a hardcore juxtaposition of what awaited me when I got back to my apartment. Today, in the mail, I received: A CD from a friend who thought I would like it (and who thinks CDs from friends are the best kind of music); a Valentine from a dear friend who even included a scratch and sniff sticker (which I think I got high off of... it's supposed to smell like crack, right?); AND a box of cookies from my parents... who thought I could use a little homemade love this Valentine's Day.
Allow me a slight side-track before I wrap this up: I've always liked Valentine's Day. It reminds me of elementary school... when you used to buy everyone in the class a Valentine... and then you'd get like twenty valentine's in return. It was never about love back then... love seems to be a recent phenomenon in my life. So it wasn't about love... it was about making people happy and being made happy in return. I mean... all it took was filling names in on the Valentine's card, and maybe including candy if you felt particularly generous that year... and you got all sorts of Valentine's in return. Recently, it's been about making one particular woman happy... surprising her (The creation of Outer Core was because of this very holiday). And, all we men ask in return is for the same. One day a year to be surprising and creative and REALLY work on showing this person how important they are... I'm sorry, I really like Valentine's Day.
This year... there's no one for me to fuss over... no one for me to surprise. I've been trying to live vicariously through a few couples that I know... but it seems like no one's going all out this year. Too bad... that kind of crap would really make me feel good. So today had all the makings of a day that could possibly really suck. But then I saw a faceless man and got some long distance love... and the day doesn't seem so bad. So remember, all you Valentine's haters (I'm talking to Ken among others)... at least there are people who know you... people who care.
I might be lonely this Valentine's Day... but I know I'm not alone. Take care... because I love you. Happy Valentine's Day everyone.
PS Sweetest Day still sucks ass.
Friday, February 13, 2004
Another installment of: Questions that keep me up at night
Is the sloth condemned to hell from birth? I mean... it can't help but commit one of the seven deadly sins (sloth) ALL THE TIME! It's a SLOTH! A sloth is sloth... it fully embodies sloth. It's like me and lust... or gluttony... or lust. All those three things are me... and I'm damned. But the sloth is innocent of everything except being what it is: sloth. So please, this holiday season, pray for and consider the sloth... guilty of nothing except being itself.
Is the sloth condemned to hell from birth? I mean... it can't help but commit one of the seven deadly sins (sloth) ALL THE TIME! It's a SLOTH! A sloth is sloth... it fully embodies sloth. It's like me and lust... or gluttony... or lust. All those three things are me... and I'm damned. But the sloth is innocent of everything except being what it is: sloth. So please, this holiday season, pray for and consider the sloth... guilty of nothing except being itself.
Thursday, February 12, 2004
Ken and Barbie break up... right before Valentine's Day... figures
Today I somehow feel a lot closer to that blond-haired freak, Ken. Mattel says that the new Barbie will be "Cali Girl" Barbie, who will "wear board shorts and a bikini top, metal hoop earrings, and have a deeper tan." Yeah... just like a woman: dump you and then completely change her look and get a new wardrobe. In addition, Mattel says that Barbie and Ken "will remain friends." Yeah... I'm sure Ken's thinking after 43 years together he really wants to still be friends. Hell... after 43 years, most couples are just waiting for their significant other to die. Well Ken, if you ever want to plan that blonde slut's demise, you know where to turn buddy.
Today I somehow feel a lot closer to that blond-haired freak, Ken. Mattel says that the new Barbie will be "Cali Girl" Barbie, who will "wear board shorts and a bikini top, metal hoop earrings, and have a deeper tan." Yeah... just like a woman: dump you and then completely change her look and get a new wardrobe. In addition, Mattel says that Barbie and Ken "will remain friends." Yeah... I'm sure Ken's thinking after 43 years together he really wants to still be friends. Hell... after 43 years, most couples are just waiting for their significant other to die. Well Ken, if you ever want to plan that blonde slut's demise, you know where to turn buddy.
Wednesday, February 11, 2004
Crap I don't pay attention to myself!
I totally got sidetracked talking about class tonight.
Anyway... only six of us showed up (including semi-drunk Kent)... so let's just say it was a little more intensive than normal. I mean, normally you go up and do your thing in front of the class, and then you've got some time to sit, relax, and watch. Well... with only six, we really didn't have that much time to relax... it was one game after the other... and we pretty much "performed" the whole three hours. So I'm both tired, and wired, and inspired? and mired by liars with pliers who conspire in dire attire. Wow... I just came up with that... I'm sure you're impressed. You don't believe that I came up with that on my own... you think I've got Eminem in my closet. Well, guess what? I DO! He's tied up in there, just the way he likes it. And I'm not going to let him out until he rhymes things for me in a very corny way (see above).
"I believe in a thing called love" by The Darkness is a very funny and disturbing song. Just so everyone knows. And goodnight again.
I totally got sidetracked talking about class tonight.
Anyway... only six of us showed up (including semi-drunk Kent)... so let's just say it was a little more intensive than normal. I mean, normally you go up and do your thing in front of the class, and then you've got some time to sit, relax, and watch. Well... with only six, we really didn't have that much time to relax... it was one game after the other... and we pretty much "performed" the whole three hours. So I'm both tired, and wired, and inspired? and mired by liars with pliers who conspire in dire attire. Wow... I just came up with that... I'm sure you're impressed. You don't believe that I came up with that on my own... you think I've got Eminem in my closet. Well, guess what? I DO! He's tied up in there, just the way he likes it. And I'm not going to let him out until he rhymes things for me in a very corny way (see above).
"I believe in a thing called love" by The Darkness is a very funny and disturbing song. Just so everyone knows. And goodnight again.
Do I even need to tell you how shitty it is to try to do improv with someone who's a little "festive"? Well... I'm going to anyway...
Ok... so... we all know how I feel about drunk people, right? I've kind of mellowed in my old age (or I'm just too busy hating other things). Anyway... Kent, in my improv class, showed up smelling a little like liquor. Not beer, something harder... regardless, he had a little alcohol on his breath. Ok... so... he became the most "I'm going to keep talking because I think I'm hilarious... and I'm not going to listen because what I'm saying is way better" person in the whole world. And, a sidenote, I think another reason why I hate drunk people so much is that they think they're SO FUNNY. Oh man... everything they say is the funniest thing ever. And, as a person who is actually funny (good-bye tact, hello ego), I take personal offense to someone who isn't funny who thinks they are. I mean, do I tell try to be more of a whore than you, dear reader? No... I know that I can't possible have animalistic sex with strangers with the same sense of... detachment and business as you do. I'm just not that good... that's why you're the filthy prostitute, and I'm the funny man. See? Everyone should keep to what they're good at... and you and I know our roles. Kent wasn't all that good when he was sober... but he SUCKED drunk. So keep away from the alcohol if you want to do something that involves: a) listening; b) humor; c) tact; or d) flames. That's just a little advice for you all. I'll just get off my soapbox now. >steps down<
Speaking of Second City, I heard that someone from the Second City Mainstage just got hired by Saturday Night Live. Liz Cackowski, I believe is the woman who got hired... and, if so, she's the woman who half reminds me of Susan and half reminds me of Karin. Like... she's the bastard daughter of the illegal Albion union of Susan and Karin. I ALSO heard that some dude from the Improv Olympic theatre also got hired. I think it's John Lutz... but I'm not sure. I haven't been up there to see them, but Adam from my class has and he loves their show. ALSO... there's a dude who used to be here who was hired by Mad TV, but he's not on the shows yet. His name is something like Keegan Michael something... it's three names. Neat, huh? You're in on all the SNL happenings before they happen... don't you feel important?
In other news... I feel as though I've lost someone today. I mean, it's not like she was ever mine... but I just get the feeling that things really won't ever be the way I want them to be... and that she's gone. And I really want to be happy for her, I do, but I'm too busy feeling sorry for myself, you know? And... it's like, I know I'll eventually be at a point where I can be happy for everyone who's happy. I want to be happy for happy people, it's something I'm working on. But I'm just not there. I mean, I saw two people kissing after the improv set tonight... and I kinda wanted to punch the dude. Not because I was jealous, but because I was jealous. See the subtle difference there? I've got nothing.
In other other news... money's tight. Lots of worrying about money going on here. I wasn't sure I was going to register for classes next term... for two reasons: 1) there was a possibility that my check could bounce... as it's $440 for my classes; 2) I'm not sure what I'm doing is what I should be doing now. I mean... most of the time I walk away from classes feeling unsatisfied, like I'm wasting my time and the money. What should I do instead? Well... I don't know. If you can answer that question, I'll give you the $440 instead of paying for classes next term. How's that sound? Good... it's a deal.
Now, I'm going to hit the hay (or shoot something) because I've failed for the past three or four days to be able to wake up and go to the grocery store. I mean, oatmeal and macaroni is great... but it really isn't three days of great, you know? Goodnight.
Ok... so... we all know how I feel about drunk people, right? I've kind of mellowed in my old age (or I'm just too busy hating other things). Anyway... Kent, in my improv class, showed up smelling a little like liquor. Not beer, something harder... regardless, he had a little alcohol on his breath. Ok... so... he became the most "I'm going to keep talking because I think I'm hilarious... and I'm not going to listen because what I'm saying is way better" person in the whole world. And, a sidenote, I think another reason why I hate drunk people so much is that they think they're SO FUNNY. Oh man... everything they say is the funniest thing ever. And, as a person who is actually funny (good-bye tact, hello ego), I take personal offense to someone who isn't funny who thinks they are. I mean, do I tell try to be more of a whore than you, dear reader? No... I know that I can't possible have animalistic sex with strangers with the same sense of... detachment and business as you do. I'm just not that good... that's why you're the filthy prostitute, and I'm the funny man. See? Everyone should keep to what they're good at... and you and I know our roles. Kent wasn't all that good when he was sober... but he SUCKED drunk. So keep away from the alcohol if you want to do something that involves: a) listening; b) humor; c) tact; or d) flames. That's just a little advice for you all. I'll just get off my soapbox now. >steps down<
Speaking of Second City, I heard that someone from the Second City Mainstage just got hired by Saturday Night Live. Liz Cackowski, I believe is the woman who got hired... and, if so, she's the woman who half reminds me of Susan and half reminds me of Karin. Like... she's the bastard daughter of the illegal Albion union of Susan and Karin. I ALSO heard that some dude from the Improv Olympic theatre also got hired. I think it's John Lutz... but I'm not sure. I haven't been up there to see them, but Adam from my class has and he loves their show. ALSO... there's a dude who used to be here who was hired by Mad TV, but he's not on the shows yet. His name is something like Keegan Michael something... it's three names. Neat, huh? You're in on all the SNL happenings before they happen... don't you feel important?
In other news... I feel as though I've lost someone today. I mean, it's not like she was ever mine... but I just get the feeling that things really won't ever be the way I want them to be... and that she's gone. And I really want to be happy for her, I do, but I'm too busy feeling sorry for myself, you know? And... it's like, I know I'll eventually be at a point where I can be happy for everyone who's happy. I want to be happy for happy people, it's something I'm working on. But I'm just not there. I mean, I saw two people kissing after the improv set tonight... and I kinda wanted to punch the dude. Not because I was jealous, but because I was jealous. See the subtle difference there? I've got nothing.
In other other news... money's tight. Lots of worrying about money going on here. I wasn't sure I was going to register for classes next term... for two reasons: 1) there was a possibility that my check could bounce... as it's $440 for my classes; 2) I'm not sure what I'm doing is what I should be doing now. I mean... most of the time I walk away from classes feeling unsatisfied, like I'm wasting my time and the money. What should I do instead? Well... I don't know. If you can answer that question, I'll give you the $440 instead of paying for classes next term. How's that sound? Good... it's a deal.
Now, I'm going to hit the hay (or shoot something) because I've failed for the past three or four days to be able to wake up and go to the grocery store. I mean, oatmeal and macaroni is great... but it really isn't three days of great, you know? Goodnight.
Tuesday, February 10, 2004
a "Keeper"
This is what my instructor called my script after I had it read this week. FINALLY... something goes right! Sheesh! I actually think that this is the first scene he's called a "keeper" all term... from anyone. And this was a scene I wasn't sure of... the characters weren't really saying anything to me, you know? I couldn't hear their voices... it all just felt forced. >shrugs< I don't know... I guess sometimes it's ok to force it (please don't apply this principle to certain oraphices).
Anyway... I wanted to give a huge thanks to Mr. Mike Bohne for helping me with a section of this scene. If you want to know what Mike helped with... ask him. If you don't want to talk to him, he bascially wrote the whole thing. (that's not true) (that is true) (No... it's not). This is a "moral dilemma" scene... see if you can spot the dilemma.
*Disclaimer: Please don't steal all or any of this. I'm poor... if you think this is funny, track me down. Have a nice day!
“Mayonnaise Jars”
February 9th, 2004 (Version 1)
CAST
JEFF – man in his mid 20s.
MANAGER – woman in her 30s.
CHELSEA – woman in her mid 20s.
(Lights up on restaurant. JEFF stands center stage behind counter with a register and a phone. MANAGER stands near door stage left.)
MANAGER
I know this is your first time counting the registers, but you’ll be fine, I have complete faith in you. I’ll be in the backroom… and you know how noisy that is, so you’ll have to come and get me if there’s a problem, okay?
JEFF
Yeah… I got it. I can handle this.
MANAGER
Okay Jeff, that’s what I like to hear. Now get started.
(Exits)
JEFF
Alright… my first night as assistant manager and I’m already counting the registers. She must really trust me.
(JEFF starts counting… the phone rings)
JEFF (CONT’D)
Hello, thank you for calling O’Malley’s, this is Jeff, how may I help you?
(Lights up on CHELSEA, who sits in spotlight stage right.)
CHELSEA
Hey, it’s me.
JEFF
Can you believe it, Chelsea? My first day, and the Manager already has me counting the registers! How are you, dear?
CHELSEA
Not too good, honey. I was just going through our finances and things are a lot tighter than we thought they were.
JEFF
Oh yeah? How tight?
CHELSEA
Well, unless you want to bring some work home with you, we might not be able to eat this week.
JEFF
Work home with me? What do you mean?
CHELSEA
You work in a restaurant now, Jeff.
JEFF
Oh yeah… right.
CHELSEA
Well, I’m glad that you got that assistant manager job. Let’s just hope nothing bad happens, and we’ll be able to make it until you get your first paycheck.
JEFF
I shouldn’t take personal calls at work, hun… I don’t want to get fired on my first day. We can talk about this when I get home. Love you, bye.
(Hangs up)
MANAGER
(Entering)
Hey Jeff, did the phone ring?
JEFF
Yeah… but I got it.
MANAGER
Good… because I can’t hear a thing back in the back room. Oh… that reminds me, the security cameras aren’t working… so don’t stand there and wave, like I normally do.
(Waves to camera… exits)
JEFF
The manager can’t hear or see me. Wow… she must really trust me! Well, time to get back to…
(Phone rings)
JEFF (CONT’D)
Hello, thank you for calling O’Malley’s, this is Jeff…
CHELSEA
Jeff, it’s me. There’s a problem with your brother.
JEFF
What’s wrong, hun?
CHELSEA
He just called. He owes some money to these guys in Vegas. They’ve broken both his arms, Jeff… they’re serious!
JEFF
Oh… God… that’s terrible! But he’s always getting himself into trouble like this. At least he can still walk.
CHELSEA
For today, at least. They’re going to break both his legs tomorrow if he doesn’t come up with $50,000. I just thought you should know. Go back to counting the money, dear. Bye.
(Hangs up)
JEFF
I wish I could help. But what can I do? Oh well, I should get back to counting all this money.
(Pause)
No… I can’t steal. Not on my first day. Besides, there’s no way these registers have that kind of money.
MANAGER
(Enters)
Hey Jeff… are you done with the registers yet?
JEFF
No, not yet. I’m sorry.
MANAGER
It’s okay… when you’re done, we always put the money from the registers downstairs in mayonnaise jars.
JEFF
Shouldn’t you put the money into a safe, or the bank, or something?
MANAGER
Oh… I don’t trust banks. Just make sure to date the jar and write the amount on the lid when you’re done.
(Exits)
JEFF
She’s going to have no idea how much money’s in the registers tonight. Forget the registers… there’s got to be thousands of dollars downstairs.
(Pause)
No… no, I can’t. There’s no way I could get enough cash out of here without it looking suspicious. I could tell her I really like mayo… No, it just… it just wouldn’t work.
(Phone rings)
JEFF (CONT’D)
Hello, thank you for calling O…
CHELSEA
Save it, Jeff. Something horrible happened to your grandma today.
JEFF
Nana?
CHELSEA
She was hit by a bus, Jeff…
JEFF
Oh my God… is she ok?
CHELSEA
Yes and no… she was taken to the hospital to have tests done, and they found that all that dead skin on her legs is really a flesh eating bacteria. She’s going to need multiple surgeries to get rid of the bacteria, in addition to all the care she needs from the bus accident.
(Pause)
It gets worse.
JEFF
How could it get worse than that?
CHELSEA
She had no health insurance. She just cancelled it.
JEFF
What?!! Why?!!
CHELSEA
Well… she was walking across the street from one insurance agency to the next when she was hit by the bus.
JEFF
I… We’ll talk about this… we’ll talk when I get home. Bye.
(Hangs up)
Poor Nana. All that care is going to be so expensive… how are we possibly going to cover the cost?
MANAGER
(Enters)
Hey Jeff… I know it’s just your first day as assistant manager, but if you could take home the weekly sales reports for the past few months and familiarize yourself with them, that would be great.
JEFF
(Still distant)
Um… sure… where are they?
MANAGER
They’re downstairs on dollar-sized green slips of paper in mayonnaise jars, right next to all the cash. You can’t miss them. They’re between the cash and the stacks of 24 karat gold, just beyond the piles of diamonds. You can even borrow the fork-lift, if you want to bring more of the files home. Anyway, I’m going to head out… just make sure to lock up when you’re done.
(Exits)
JEFF
(Pause)
Oh… what the hell?
(Grabs hardhat from under counter. Starts to exit. Blackout)
This is what my instructor called my script after I had it read this week. FINALLY... something goes right! Sheesh! I actually think that this is the first scene he's called a "keeper" all term... from anyone. And this was a scene I wasn't sure of... the characters weren't really saying anything to me, you know? I couldn't hear their voices... it all just felt forced. >shrugs< I don't know... I guess sometimes it's ok to force it (please don't apply this principle to certain oraphices).
Anyway... I wanted to give a huge thanks to Mr. Mike Bohne for helping me with a section of this scene. If you want to know what Mike helped with... ask him. If you don't want to talk to him, he bascially wrote the whole thing. (that's not true) (that is true) (No... it's not). This is a "moral dilemma" scene... see if you can spot the dilemma.
*Disclaimer: Please don't steal all or any of this. I'm poor... if you think this is funny, track me down. Have a nice day!
“Mayonnaise Jars”
February 9th, 2004 (Version 1)
CAST
JEFF – man in his mid 20s.
MANAGER – woman in her 30s.
CHELSEA – woman in her mid 20s.
(Lights up on restaurant. JEFF stands center stage behind counter with a register and a phone. MANAGER stands near door stage left.)
MANAGER
I know this is your first time counting the registers, but you’ll be fine, I have complete faith in you. I’ll be in the backroom… and you know how noisy that is, so you’ll have to come and get me if there’s a problem, okay?
JEFF
Yeah… I got it. I can handle this.
MANAGER
Okay Jeff, that’s what I like to hear. Now get started.
(Exits)
JEFF
Alright… my first night as assistant manager and I’m already counting the registers. She must really trust me.
(JEFF starts counting… the phone rings)
JEFF (CONT’D)
Hello, thank you for calling O’Malley’s, this is Jeff, how may I help you?
(Lights up on CHELSEA, who sits in spotlight stage right.)
CHELSEA
Hey, it’s me.
JEFF
Can you believe it, Chelsea? My first day, and the Manager already has me counting the registers! How are you, dear?
CHELSEA
Not too good, honey. I was just going through our finances and things are a lot tighter than we thought they were.
JEFF
Oh yeah? How tight?
CHELSEA
Well, unless you want to bring some work home with you, we might not be able to eat this week.
JEFF
Work home with me? What do you mean?
CHELSEA
You work in a restaurant now, Jeff.
JEFF
Oh yeah… right.
CHELSEA
Well, I’m glad that you got that assistant manager job. Let’s just hope nothing bad happens, and we’ll be able to make it until you get your first paycheck.
JEFF
I shouldn’t take personal calls at work, hun… I don’t want to get fired on my first day. We can talk about this when I get home. Love you, bye.
(Hangs up)
MANAGER
(Entering)
Hey Jeff, did the phone ring?
JEFF
Yeah… but I got it.
MANAGER
Good… because I can’t hear a thing back in the back room. Oh… that reminds me, the security cameras aren’t working… so don’t stand there and wave, like I normally do.
(Waves to camera… exits)
JEFF
The manager can’t hear or see me. Wow… she must really trust me! Well, time to get back to…
(Phone rings)
JEFF (CONT’D)
Hello, thank you for calling O’Malley’s, this is Jeff…
CHELSEA
Jeff, it’s me. There’s a problem with your brother.
JEFF
What’s wrong, hun?
CHELSEA
He just called. He owes some money to these guys in Vegas. They’ve broken both his arms, Jeff… they’re serious!
JEFF
Oh… God… that’s terrible! But he’s always getting himself into trouble like this. At least he can still walk.
CHELSEA
For today, at least. They’re going to break both his legs tomorrow if he doesn’t come up with $50,000. I just thought you should know. Go back to counting the money, dear. Bye.
(Hangs up)
JEFF
I wish I could help. But what can I do? Oh well, I should get back to counting all this money.
(Pause)
No… I can’t steal. Not on my first day. Besides, there’s no way these registers have that kind of money.
MANAGER
(Enters)
Hey Jeff… are you done with the registers yet?
JEFF
No, not yet. I’m sorry.
MANAGER
It’s okay… when you’re done, we always put the money from the registers downstairs in mayonnaise jars.
JEFF
Shouldn’t you put the money into a safe, or the bank, or something?
MANAGER
Oh… I don’t trust banks. Just make sure to date the jar and write the amount on the lid when you’re done.
(Exits)
JEFF
She’s going to have no idea how much money’s in the registers tonight. Forget the registers… there’s got to be thousands of dollars downstairs.
(Pause)
No… no, I can’t. There’s no way I could get enough cash out of here without it looking suspicious. I could tell her I really like mayo… No, it just… it just wouldn’t work.
(Phone rings)
JEFF (CONT’D)
Hello, thank you for calling O…
CHELSEA
Save it, Jeff. Something horrible happened to your grandma today.
JEFF
Nana?
CHELSEA
She was hit by a bus, Jeff…
JEFF
Oh my God… is she ok?
CHELSEA
Yes and no… she was taken to the hospital to have tests done, and they found that all that dead skin on her legs is really a flesh eating bacteria. She’s going to need multiple surgeries to get rid of the bacteria, in addition to all the care she needs from the bus accident.
(Pause)
It gets worse.
JEFF
How could it get worse than that?
CHELSEA
She had no health insurance. She just cancelled it.
JEFF
What?!! Why?!!
CHELSEA
Well… she was walking across the street from one insurance agency to the next when she was hit by the bus.
JEFF
I… We’ll talk about this… we’ll talk when I get home. Bye.
(Hangs up)
Poor Nana. All that care is going to be so expensive… how are we possibly going to cover the cost?
MANAGER
(Enters)
Hey Jeff… I know it’s just your first day as assistant manager, but if you could take home the weekly sales reports for the past few months and familiarize yourself with them, that would be great.
JEFF
(Still distant)
Um… sure… where are they?
MANAGER
They’re downstairs on dollar-sized green slips of paper in mayonnaise jars, right next to all the cash. You can’t miss them. They’re between the cash and the stacks of 24 karat gold, just beyond the piles of diamonds. You can even borrow the fork-lift, if you want to bring more of the files home. Anyway, I’m going to head out… just make sure to lock up when you’re done.
(Exits)
JEFF
(Pause)
Oh… what the hell?
(Grabs hardhat from under counter. Starts to exit. Blackout)
Sunday, February 08, 2004
How could the day get worse? Just keep reading...
Wake up... call Andrea. She's not there, so I leave a message. Time to slowly start the day... food, shower, music videos. I check the ColdStone website and see that there's training to be done with regards to the new cake program. Make a mental note to figure out who's going to training and to set things up for it. Andrea calls back... time to make coupons. Will do, boss. Get snow off car (think to self: what great packing snow this is... wish I had someone to pummel with snowballs)... drive to ColdStone. 175 copies? $50 will surely take care of that... pull $50 out of safe. Drive up to Kinkos at corner of Clybourn and Fullerton (you know the one). Go in... notice that it's $0.99 for a color copy. For ONE! Call Andrea... mention it's way too expensive. We decide to print a few test sheets to see what looked best. Drive back to apartment... walk to work... Andrea, Jim, some dude all talking. Ok... I'll talk to Hannah about the aforementioned cake training. Hannah and I talk business... and we joke and laugh a bit, because I'm me. Andrea comes up to us and asks if she can help me... then proceeds to say, "When you're on the clock I need you to be working, ok? And not just standing around talking." This was, apparently not the right thing to say to me unless you want me to be: a) insulted; b) upset; c) hurt. Did you see what I did yesterday? There are SO MANY reasons why that hurt (Sellers would say I'm over-reacting... I missed his birthday on Wednesday like a terrible ex-roommate, or else I'd let him have it about me and not overreacting, but, in fact, just being very passionate about the things I care about... which, in this case, is my perceived work ethic. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR. SELLERS!) I told her that Hannah and I had been talking about the new cake training program... Grand Pause. I proceeded to discuss the coupons. We showed her dad, who gave me the most confusing directions ever (I basically didn't know what I was doing when he finished talking). Andrea apologized for "snapping earlier"... I grunted. I left the store to walk back to my apartment in a bad mood, stewing over how crappy her comment had made me feel and why... on my way back to my place, I got a call from Julia. The Julia who worked over winter break... I had been trying to get a hold of her because she needed to fill out a W4 form for us to get her a paycheck. We chatted for a bit until I got to my apartment (and I was actually surprised at how well it went, as our face-to-face encounters never went well), and once I got here >points< we filled out her form. I started re-printing the coupons from my computer... as we were going with the 6 to a page instead of the 3... Ken called. We chatted... not long, I was "on the clock." BACK to Kinkos (on Clybourn and Fullerton, remember?) to make copies (still unsure how many to make). I called Andrea to check on the numbers, but had to leave a message, so I just went with my gut and printed some (to be exact: 21 Color Buy one get on frees, 21 Color $1 offs, 42 B&W BOGOFs, 42 B&W $1 Offs). The "cutter" at this store is broken... I'd have to go to "Bucktown." Do I know where that is? No. Did I ask the dude? No... I'm a man... I'll figure it out. I grab a store locations booklet on my way out. There's another Kinkos at 1800 West North Ave (confusing, eh?). I head there. A young lady (red headed by oddly not attractive) helps me with the cutting. Apparently that costs money... but she told me she'd cut a deal and only charge me nine something. Ok... total cost for copies and cuts: $64. Time of day: 4:30 PM. Andrea calls back, apologizes again saying she was just taking stress/frustrations out on me... I tell her that I was "very insulted" and that I "don't want you to apologize... I just don't want it to ever happen again."
Drive back to apartment... glad to finally be over with the fucking coupon thing. Call my house... needed to hear my dad's voice tell me that it was ok and that it was "life" and just "business" to get shit on as the low person sometimes. We talk briefly and that was that. Crisis averted... now I just need to get into the store and dump the coupons and leave and never come back. Or, at least, just feel good about today. Right? I can do that, right? Right?... Well...
Show up at store and am happy that Jim and Seth are still there... can show them what a good job I did, maybe get some praise to balance out the crappiness of my day. Seth sees coupons "These aren't the coupons we're actually giving out, are we?" Um... yes? "Are they numbered?" Um... no... there was no way to do that. "Oh, Mr. Johnson, you can get places to make coupons and they'll number them and everything" Guy I don't know says "Yeah >name of place< does it... they're great" Seth "We can't give these out... what's to stop someone from going to Kinkos and making their own copies? I mean... not to step on what you just did"
>Deflation< THIS, my children is REAL life. THIS is what awaits you when you get out of your cozy little colleges... working so hard on all these papers and 'oh no, another final'.... you will spend an entire stress-filled day having everyone tell you you're not working hard enough, just to have your final efforts dashed... your entire day wasted.
That was it for me today, sports fans. Jim decided that the $1 Off Color coupons can stay and everything else couldn't be used... I sorted out those coupons and left. I didn't want to think about that fucking store or fucking ice cream again until Monday. That's it. It was around 6 PM by then... I called by my dad, we had a good talk. I called Jim, he was coming over. I called Megan, her back is still crappy, but we had a good little chat. Jim came... we watched the NHL Skills competition. I got a FANTASTIC (and late... but whatever) birthday present from Miss Laura Kraly... called her to thank her and she and Jim and I all watched the Skills competition "together" for a while. It was good. Jim and I continued to watch funny shows (Mad TV, SNL, Chapelle's Show) until he left around 1 AM.
I've got a script for Monday that I haven't even STARTED to do tomorrow... and I don't want anyone from the fucking store to even attempt to contact me all day. Tomorrow I'm not icecream!John... I'm writingbecauseIhopeitcanbecomemycareerorattheveryleastit'soneofthefewthingsIstillenjoy!John.
My advice for tonight: 1) Stay in school... as long as you can. 2) Don't let anyone shit on you if they're having a bad day. 3) Don't shit on people if you're having a bad day because I will personally bitch-slap you into next week. G'night
Wake up... call Andrea. She's not there, so I leave a message. Time to slowly start the day... food, shower, music videos. I check the ColdStone website and see that there's training to be done with regards to the new cake program. Make a mental note to figure out who's going to training and to set things up for it. Andrea calls back... time to make coupons. Will do, boss. Get snow off car (think to self: what great packing snow this is... wish I had someone to pummel with snowballs)... drive to ColdStone. 175 copies? $50 will surely take care of that... pull $50 out of safe. Drive up to Kinkos at corner of Clybourn and Fullerton (you know the one). Go in... notice that it's $0.99 for a color copy. For ONE! Call Andrea... mention it's way too expensive. We decide to print a few test sheets to see what looked best. Drive back to apartment... walk to work... Andrea, Jim, some dude all talking. Ok... I'll talk to Hannah about the aforementioned cake training. Hannah and I talk business... and we joke and laugh a bit, because I'm me. Andrea comes up to us and asks if she can help me... then proceeds to say, "When you're on the clock I need you to be working, ok? And not just standing around talking." This was, apparently not the right thing to say to me unless you want me to be: a) insulted; b) upset; c) hurt. Did you see what I did yesterday? There are SO MANY reasons why that hurt (Sellers would say I'm over-reacting... I missed his birthday on Wednesday like a terrible ex-roommate, or else I'd let him have it about me and not overreacting, but, in fact, just being very passionate about the things I care about... which, in this case, is my perceived work ethic. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR. SELLERS!) I told her that Hannah and I had been talking about the new cake training program... Grand Pause. I proceeded to discuss the coupons. We showed her dad, who gave me the most confusing directions ever (I basically didn't know what I was doing when he finished talking). Andrea apologized for "snapping earlier"... I grunted. I left the store to walk back to my apartment in a bad mood, stewing over how crappy her comment had made me feel and why... on my way back to my place, I got a call from Julia. The Julia who worked over winter break... I had been trying to get a hold of her because she needed to fill out a W4 form for us to get her a paycheck. We chatted for a bit until I got to my apartment (and I was actually surprised at how well it went, as our face-to-face encounters never went well), and once I got here >points< we filled out her form. I started re-printing the coupons from my computer... as we were going with the 6 to a page instead of the 3... Ken called. We chatted... not long, I was "on the clock." BACK to Kinkos (on Clybourn and Fullerton, remember?) to make copies (still unsure how many to make). I called Andrea to check on the numbers, but had to leave a message, so I just went with my gut and printed some (to be exact: 21 Color Buy one get on frees, 21 Color $1 offs, 42 B&W BOGOFs, 42 B&W $1 Offs). The "cutter" at this store is broken... I'd have to go to "Bucktown." Do I know where that is? No. Did I ask the dude? No... I'm a man... I'll figure it out. I grab a store locations booklet on my way out. There's another Kinkos at 1800 West North Ave (confusing, eh?). I head there. A young lady (red headed by oddly not attractive) helps me with the cutting. Apparently that costs money... but she told me she'd cut a deal and only charge me nine something. Ok... total cost for copies and cuts: $64. Time of day: 4:30 PM. Andrea calls back, apologizes again saying she was just taking stress/frustrations out on me... I tell her that I was "very insulted" and that I "don't want you to apologize... I just don't want it to ever happen again."
Drive back to apartment... glad to finally be over with the fucking coupon thing. Call my house... needed to hear my dad's voice tell me that it was ok and that it was "life" and just "business" to get shit on as the low person sometimes. We talk briefly and that was that. Crisis averted... now I just need to get into the store and dump the coupons and leave and never come back. Or, at least, just feel good about today. Right? I can do that, right? Right?... Well...
Show up at store and am happy that Jim and Seth are still there... can show them what a good job I did, maybe get some praise to balance out the crappiness of my day. Seth sees coupons "These aren't the coupons we're actually giving out, are we?" Um... yes? "Are they numbered?" Um... no... there was no way to do that. "Oh, Mr. Johnson, you can get places to make coupons and they'll number them and everything" Guy I don't know says "Yeah >name of place< does it... they're great" Seth "We can't give these out... what's to stop someone from going to Kinkos and making their own copies? I mean... not to step on what you just did"
>Deflation< THIS, my children is REAL life. THIS is what awaits you when you get out of your cozy little colleges... working so hard on all these papers and 'oh no, another final'.... you will spend an entire stress-filled day having everyone tell you you're not working hard enough, just to have your final efforts dashed... your entire day wasted.
That was it for me today, sports fans. Jim decided that the $1 Off Color coupons can stay and everything else couldn't be used... I sorted out those coupons and left. I didn't want to think about that fucking store or fucking ice cream again until Monday. That's it. It was around 6 PM by then... I called by my dad, we had a good talk. I called Jim, he was coming over. I called Megan, her back is still crappy, but we had a good little chat. Jim came... we watched the NHL Skills competition. I got a FANTASTIC (and late... but whatever) birthday present from Miss Laura Kraly... called her to thank her and she and Jim and I all watched the Skills competition "together" for a while. It was good. Jim and I continued to watch funny shows (Mad TV, SNL, Chapelle's Show) until he left around 1 AM.
I've got a script for Monday that I haven't even STARTED to do tomorrow... and I don't want anyone from the fucking store to even attempt to contact me all day. Tomorrow I'm not icecream!John... I'm writingbecauseIhopeitcanbecomemycareerorattheveryleastit'soneofthefewthingsIstillenjoy!John.
My advice for tonight: 1) Stay in school... as long as you can. 2) Don't let anyone shit on you if they're having a bad day. 3) Don't shit on people if you're having a bad day because I will personally bitch-slap you into next week. G'night
Saturday, February 07, 2004
Where'd my Friday go?
I'm tired.
where can i start?
I had that meeting with Andrea at 2:30, remember? Well... Andrea called at 2:30 and told me that she was in a meeting, and probably couldn't make our meeting... but was there stuff I could do at the store? Um... sure. And here we go:
Went to bank to get $80 in quarters.
Got ladder from downstairs to take down the Christmas lights outside... started taking down lights, 70 some year old woman in red coat starts mumbling swear words, sexual innuendoes, and just down right gross things... both AT me and at no one in particular. I went back in because I was afraid. I went back out... she was still there... I decided to ignore her. Took down most of the lights.
Andrea showed up... we finished taking down the Christmas lights. Andrea said that everyone has heard of the red coated woman... "Mary... yeah... she used to be outside my law school. Everyone knows Mary... and everyone swears she spends every day by their bank." So I met a celebrity today.
The building maintenance guy (who looks like a scary homeless guy himself) tells Andrea that she "has a problem" in the "back basement"... which, until today I thought was a myth. We go to the back basement (all three of us) and he shows us the "problem"... a pipe had burst somewhere and we were leaking water into the basement.
We called the plumber... they were too busy, they said, but they'd call us when someone could come over.
We sat and talked... labor costs are high... it might mean using me to come into the store when people close... just so there's an extra body to handle the closing, because otherwise it would be really hard. This means I have to be even MORE "on call" and could potentially have to go in on a Friday or Saturday night at 11... there goes any hope of me having a social life.
We got frustrated... she mentioned keys to the register... could I get copies made? I didn't know where to go... she did. She decided we would both take a walk and get the keys made. We went to an Ace Hardware store a couple blocks away... they couldn't make the kind of key (probably smart since it's a register... but an inconvenience).
We walk back to the store. Andrea's hungry... she's going home... would I mind doing a couple things before I go? No... of course not. We got the new POS sheets for the registers, would I mind programming them into the computer? Computer stuff? I'm all over that shit.
In this case, the shit was all over me. We had somehow missed a step in the POS sheet process... so while what I did WORKED, the stuff we should have done earlier didn't. She didn't believe it was a problem... she came back to the store.
Oh... it IS a problem. It doesn't work. Let's see if we can figure it out. Her daughter calls. Her dog ran away and she was very upset (her daughter's ten... it was sad). But her daughter, Julia, thought to call the Humane Society... and sure enough, there was Arthur. Even though Arthur was ok... Julia was upset. I listen for a while as Andrea calms her daughter down. It was the sweetest thing I've heard in a long long time. She's caring... thoughtful... she really listens... she calms her daughter... it was wonderful, and I'm sure it's a side of herself that Andrea doesn't want all these corporate types to see.
Back to business, right? No... Her dad calls... he'd like to talk about some things, so they're going to have a meeting. Would I mind sticking around? Nah...
Jim Johnson shows up... with his "mentor," who is also in charge of the Chicago Stock Exchange... and this dude's wife. The store needs to look "PERFECT" I'm told by Andrea... as it means a lot to the Big Boss Man (What I've started calling Mr. Johnson). Ok... I'll run around like a bastard and make sure everything looks great.
Done that... Big Boss Man shows his mentor dude around... Andrea appreciates it. She and her dad talk for a minute. They both come downstairs where I was running a full system scan with Anti-virus (it had been two months... I was appalled!). They talk business... Labor Costs, Food Costs, Overhead... all too high. Andrea needs to figure out a way to keep them down. I watch as they butt heads... repeatedly. Jim shows me the Business side... no nonsense... doesn't care how it's done as long as it's done. I'm actually intimidated for the first time with this man who seemed like an uncle before. Andrea explains her side of things... she's worried about people, particularly the women, closing the store at night by themselves: it's not safe. Jim doesn't care: it's not cost effective. They go back and forth and back and forth. I felt very uncomfortable. I assure Andrea that we'll figure it out (as I had already been formulating a plan). We eventually finish the meeting.
What was the last time I mentioned? The meeting at 2:30 that didn't happen? ok... the meeting that DID happen ends, and it's 11:30. and I haven't eaten dinner. We go upstairs... Jim and Andrea leave. I mention to Abby that I haven't eaten dinner... she tells me that she'll buy if I clean the ice cream machine. Balls yes I will!
So I clean the ice cream machine (for the first time ever) and it takes me a while. Elizabeth is training on how to close... so she's asking me questions... and I don't know how to clean the machine, so I'm asking Abby questions... and it took me an hour to clean that damn machine.
Now it's 12:30... and I'm too tired to eat... so I tell Abby that I'll take a raincheck on the dinner.
And, currently, it's after 2. I've come back to my apartment, eaten some oatmeal... and longed for the sweet release of my own demise. Goodnight all.
I'm tired.
where can i start?
I had that meeting with Andrea at 2:30, remember? Well... Andrea called at 2:30 and told me that she was in a meeting, and probably couldn't make our meeting... but was there stuff I could do at the store? Um... sure. And here we go:
Went to bank to get $80 in quarters.
Got ladder from downstairs to take down the Christmas lights outside... started taking down lights, 70 some year old woman in red coat starts mumbling swear words, sexual innuendoes, and just down right gross things... both AT me and at no one in particular. I went back in because I was afraid. I went back out... she was still there... I decided to ignore her. Took down most of the lights.
Andrea showed up... we finished taking down the Christmas lights. Andrea said that everyone has heard of the red coated woman... "Mary... yeah... she used to be outside my law school. Everyone knows Mary... and everyone swears she spends every day by their bank." So I met a celebrity today.
The building maintenance guy (who looks like a scary homeless guy himself) tells Andrea that she "has a problem" in the "back basement"... which, until today I thought was a myth. We go to the back basement (all three of us) and he shows us the "problem"... a pipe had burst somewhere and we were leaking water into the basement.
We called the plumber... they were too busy, they said, but they'd call us when someone could come over.
We sat and talked... labor costs are high... it might mean using me to come into the store when people close... just so there's an extra body to handle the closing, because otherwise it would be really hard. This means I have to be even MORE "on call" and could potentially have to go in on a Friday or Saturday night at 11... there goes any hope of me having a social life.
We got frustrated... she mentioned keys to the register... could I get copies made? I didn't know where to go... she did. She decided we would both take a walk and get the keys made. We went to an Ace Hardware store a couple blocks away... they couldn't make the kind of key (probably smart since it's a register... but an inconvenience).
We walk back to the store. Andrea's hungry... she's going home... would I mind doing a couple things before I go? No... of course not. We got the new POS sheets for the registers, would I mind programming them into the computer? Computer stuff? I'm all over that shit.
In this case, the shit was all over me. We had somehow missed a step in the POS sheet process... so while what I did WORKED, the stuff we should have done earlier didn't. She didn't believe it was a problem... she came back to the store.
Oh... it IS a problem. It doesn't work. Let's see if we can figure it out. Her daughter calls. Her dog ran away and she was very upset (her daughter's ten... it was sad). But her daughter, Julia, thought to call the Humane Society... and sure enough, there was Arthur. Even though Arthur was ok... Julia was upset. I listen for a while as Andrea calms her daughter down. It was the sweetest thing I've heard in a long long time. She's caring... thoughtful... she really listens... she calms her daughter... it was wonderful, and I'm sure it's a side of herself that Andrea doesn't want all these corporate types to see.
Back to business, right? No... Her dad calls... he'd like to talk about some things, so they're going to have a meeting. Would I mind sticking around? Nah...
Jim Johnson shows up... with his "mentor," who is also in charge of the Chicago Stock Exchange... and this dude's wife. The store needs to look "PERFECT" I'm told by Andrea... as it means a lot to the Big Boss Man (What I've started calling Mr. Johnson). Ok... I'll run around like a bastard and make sure everything looks great.
Done that... Big Boss Man shows his mentor dude around... Andrea appreciates it. She and her dad talk for a minute. They both come downstairs where I was running a full system scan with Anti-virus (it had been two months... I was appalled!). They talk business... Labor Costs, Food Costs, Overhead... all too high. Andrea needs to figure out a way to keep them down. I watch as they butt heads... repeatedly. Jim shows me the Business side... no nonsense... doesn't care how it's done as long as it's done. I'm actually intimidated for the first time with this man who seemed like an uncle before. Andrea explains her side of things... she's worried about people, particularly the women, closing the store at night by themselves: it's not safe. Jim doesn't care: it's not cost effective. They go back and forth and back and forth. I felt very uncomfortable. I assure Andrea that we'll figure it out (as I had already been formulating a plan). We eventually finish the meeting.
What was the last time I mentioned? The meeting at 2:30 that didn't happen? ok... the meeting that DID happen ends, and it's 11:30. and I haven't eaten dinner. We go upstairs... Jim and Andrea leave. I mention to Abby that I haven't eaten dinner... she tells me that she'll buy if I clean the ice cream machine. Balls yes I will!
So I clean the ice cream machine (for the first time ever) and it takes me a while. Elizabeth is training on how to close... so she's asking me questions... and I don't know how to clean the machine, so I'm asking Abby questions... and it took me an hour to clean that damn machine.
Now it's 12:30... and I'm too tired to eat... so I tell Abby that I'll take a raincheck on the dinner.
And, currently, it's after 2. I've come back to my apartment, eaten some oatmeal... and longed for the sweet release of my own demise. Goodnight all.
Friday, February 06, 2004
Another brilliant idea foiled by aluminum! (huh?)
"the phillips home defribulator is what's called an AED or automatic external defribulator....it will not shock unless both pads are secure and no heartbeat is detected, so frat guys could not use it on their junk..." - MJB
Well... son of a bitch. There goes that idea. And I was going to put it on my junk, too. Oh well... guess I'll go back to my Foreman Grill (OUCH!! OUCH!!! DON'T VISUALIZE IT LIKE I JUST DID, MEN... JUST MOVE ON!)
So today I told myself I'd get things done on the domestic front. I had dishes, laundry, groceries, and banking to take care of... so I said "no work for me!" Yeah... that worked for a while. I played Splinter Cell and Brute Force for a while... made some plans for this weekend... and got all my dishes taken care of. But then I heard that there was not only a Duke/UNC basketball game on tonight (ooo... if you like college basketball, what a game to watch!) but also the Wings/Avs game in Colorado! So my day sped by pretty quickly until the game (hockey... not basketball), what with all the shooting, dishes, and eating I preoccupied myself with... with which I preoccupied myself. Right...
Anyway, right after the game started, I figured it was going so crap-dapily that I should probably make myself some brownies... so I did. And, while mixing the ingredients for the brownies, Andrea called. She asked if it was a bad time, so I said "I'm currently watching hockey... if you feel that constitutes as a bad time, by all means..."
Hockey is, apparently, not a "bad time". Anyway... she and I talked for 45 minutes about some things, she gave me a couple of things to check up on online, and she told me to come in tomorrow for a meeting that will be "pretty long... I'd say at least two hours." Well... I don't know if we've EVER had a two hour meeting. So I'm quasi-freaking out in my "homework" that she gave me tonight.
I really don't have much else to say about today. It was nice (for the most part) to not have to worry about work. Actually, one of the things she mentioned while we were talking (for the forty five minutes [yes it was pretty much all work related]) was that I think she would be willing to give me a salaried position if it wasn't such a crappy time of year for ice cream. She said "maybe if it was May"... maybe what? I'm still not sure. I'm pretty sure she was hinting at a salaried position. >shrugs< I have no idea.
But I do know that I'm tired... so I think I'm done. But maybe I'll post a survey I got off of Jen's LiveJournal... as I completed all FIVE MILLION questions. Have a crazy night.
Please don't feel compelled to read this. I just started it yesterday sometime and couldn't stop until I was done...
// series one - about you
---> Name: John Paul Steeno
---> Birth date: December 28, 1980
---> Birthplace: Macomb, IL
---> Current Location: Chicago, IL
---> Eye Color: baby blue
---> Hair Color: um… it looks like this >points<. My sideburns are red.
---> Right or Lefty: Depends on what I’m doing… I like to pretend I’m left handed
---> Zodiac Sign: Capricorn
---> Innie or Outtie: Innie… that question seems irrelevant, probably a sign of things to come.
// series two - describe
---> Your heritage: 37.5% Belgian, 25% Irish, 25% Austrian/German, 12.5 French Canadian
---> The shoes you wore today: Adidas
---> Your hair: short with a touch of no longer there
---> Your eyes: the softest blue that could ever tell you exactly how I feel at all times
---> Your weakness?: women, food, and especially women with food
---> Your fears: Being forgotten
---> Your perfect pizza: would probably be made of money and I wouldn’t eat it, I’d invest it (or spend it on women with food (see above).
---> One thing you'd like to achieve: I’d like to be in a movie. Or bang the Homecoming Queen.
:// series three - what is
---> Your most overused phrase on aol\aim: “Yes dear”
---> Your thoughts first waking up: "ow, my back”
--->The first feature you notice in the opposite sex: “You have breasts… you are of the opposite sex”
---> Your best physical features: My eyes >blush<
---> Your bedtime: Normally the next day sometime… like 1 or 2 or 3.
---> Your greatest accomplishment: being a founding member of the Albion College Euphonics
---> Your best memories: Usually involve my family, my friends, or a lovely young lady
---> Cuss: I can only assume this means my favorite cuss… which would be “Bumblefuck Rapids”… my nickname for my hometown
---> Sing well: I think so
---> Take a shower everyday: If I’m going somewhere, yeah.
---> Type with your fingers on the right keys: Yes
---> Think you're attractive: I was convinced once… but not lately
---> Think you're a health freak: I work at an ice cream store. No… I don’t think you get it… I WORK in an ICE CREAM STORE.
---> Get along with your parents: You bet… the rents are fantastic!
---> Play an instrument: Trombone, Guitar, Vocal Percussion… and I’ve been known to play a mean cowbell and triangle in my days
// series four - in the past month, did/have you
---> Drank alcohol: yep
---> Smoke(d): no
---> Done a drug: no
---> Made Out: heeheehee… um… >blushes… looks around room< well… >cuts the act< No… not a chance in hell.
---> Go on a date: a what? I don’t think I even know what that is
---> Go to the mall?: No
---> Been on stage: Sort of
---> Been dumped: Feels like it
---> Made homemade cookies: Yeah, actually… Sugar cookies
---> Been in love: feels like it
---> Gone skinny dipping: No one wants to see that
// series five - have you ever?
---> Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: No because that’s stupid (I know you know how I feel… we’re good)
---> Been caught "doing something": I was caught breathing once… ooo! And I was caught eating… and sleeping… so, yeah.
---> Been called a tease: I haven’t, even though I am…
---> Gotten beaten up: >knocks on wood< nope.
---> Changed who you were to fit in: I pretended to be crazy to fit in once… but the other patients didn’t seem to appreciate it.
// series six - the future
---> Age you hope to be married: Well… I hope to be married when I’m in my fifties… I’ll work my way backwards from there
---> What do you want to be when you grow up: I don’t want to grow up… I’m a Toys R Us kid, muthafucka
---> What country would you most like to visit: Ireland
[x]this.or.that[x]
coke/pepsi: Pepsi
salt/pepper: salt
tv/computer: computer
cats/dogs: dogs because we both met people by smelling their crotches
vanilla/chocolate: chocolate
family/friends: Family… sorry “friends,” if that is your real name >glares<.
nite/day: night
summer/winter: Winter
smart/dumb: Smart
kiss/hug: Depends who it is. Hugs never hurt.
bitch/dogg: A bitch is a dog… I don’t get it.
[ Describe your ]
x. [Wallet] its black, leather, and I got it from my parents for Christmas.
x. [Hairbrush] Um… what?
x. [Toothbrush] I bought a bright yellow one to spite Laura (who will probably never see it… but I thought to myself as I bought it “this will surely spite Laura! Bwah ha ha haaaa!!!!”)
x. [Jewelry worn daily] Um… what?
x. [Blanket] My favorite one is a green and yellow afghan… made just for me with love >blushes<
x. [Coffee cup] Um… what?
x. [Sunglasses] Lame.
x. [Underwear] Could box something
x. [Shoes] My brown Adidas hiking shoe/boots are badass (and as old as some of my ex-girlfriends)… it’s time to get new shoes, kiddies
x. [Favorite shirt] A Hawaiian one… probably the Red one because it blinds people. Or any Yellow shirt I own
x. [Favorite pants] I really like those Old Navy Zipper cargo thingys… they’re super.
x. [CD in stereo right now] Incubus, “A Crow left of the Rolling Stones”
x. [Tattoos] none
x. [Piercings] Um… what?
x. [What you are wearing now:] I wish I could say “clothing”… I wish.
x. [Do you like candles] Not really
x. [Do you believe in love] Yes
x. [Do you believe in soul mates] I used to
x. [Do you believe in love at first sight] God I hope not… I’d have no chance
x. [What do you want done with your body when you die] I’d like it to become the table for a big buffet in my honor. This is a joke. I’d like it buried in a beautiful cemetery… like the one in Albion.
x. [What are you gonna do when you're older?] Hopefully have lots and lots of sex (sorry if you’re reading this, sis). But, if that doesn’t work, I hope I can fire lots of people and make their lives terrible. Ooo! Maybe even on Christmas. That’d be great.
x. [How many songs do you have on your computer?] Two? The songs stay on the CDs, kiddies.
x. [Look out your window...tell me what you see] A tree or two… a parking lot… lights… black men begging for change… old Russian women making rounds around the parking lot (it’s exercise!)
x. [If you could have any animal for a pet?] I’d steal Karen’s dog, Bailey… We have a special and unique bond. I was the only person in the history of people that Bailey didn’t bark at when we met and I bet you anything that, even though I’ve only been around him like three times, he would remember me. I love him… >sniffle< I miss him… >sobs<
x. [What is the longest you've ever stayed up?] Well… near the end of my collegiate career I think I did 72 hours with only three or four hours of sleep mixed in there.
[ When was the last time you ... ]
x. [Smiled?] A long time ago…
x. [Laughed?] All the time… I just laughed at my cleverness in this survey
x. [Bought something?] Xbox games earlier today
x. [Danced?] In class last night >blush<
x. [Were sarcastic?] See any answer earlier in this survey… obviously!
x. [Had a nightmare?] few nights ago. i think.
x. [Last book you read] High Fidelity was the last one I got through. I’m currently reading “Brave New World,” “Lies and the Lying Liars…,” and “In God We Trust: All Others Pay Cash.”
x. [Last movie you saw] All the way through?… Donnie Darko.
x. [Last thing you had to drink?] Water
x. [Last thing you had to eat] Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups (I’m bad!)
[ Fashion ]
x. [Do you wear a watch?] Not any more
x. [How many coats and jackets do you own?] like 4
x. [Most expensive item of clothing?] Probably my Yzerman jersey
x. [Describe your style in one word] Straight-guy
[ Your Friends ]
x. [do your friends know you?] Not as well as they think they do
x. [Are there traits in you that are universally liked?] Universally is quite a claim… I don’t know… I only know this ONE PLANET. Heehee… I think the fact that I’m an asshole is universally appreciated.
x. [How many people do you tell everything to?] No one knows it all.
[ Music/TV/Books ]
x. [Favorite band ever?] 311
x. [Most listened to bands?] 311, Incubus (poo on new album), Linkin Park, Staind (before everyone in the country started listening! Gah!), The Offspring
x. [Do you find any musicians good-looking?] Who doesn’t? Honestly?
x. [Type of music most listened to?] Rock
x. [Type never listened to?] Fusion Jazz… although I hear Nick Hexum’s brother’s into it… so I might give it a shot.
x. [Favorite book?] A History of the World in 10 ½ Chapters
[ General Questions ]
x. [What do you prefer, a sunny or rainy day?] Rainy
x. [Do you consider yourself lucky?] No
x. [Do you feel pity for people who commit suicide?] No
x. [Choose one word to describe how you feel most often] Discontent
x. [Do you own any plaid clothing?] Yes
x. [Is there more than one zipper in your pants?] “In” my pants? No
x. [Do you own braces?] “Own” braces? No!
x. [Does your hairstyle exceed a height of 3 inches?] I wish!
x. [Would you classify your hair as a deadly weapon?] Only to my sex life. HA!
x. [Do you have a favorite brand of hair dye?] Yes
x. [Do you own a bandana?] I am not lame
x. [Are you amused by safety pins] Well… one time on the team Tennis Bus, I watched one of my teammates pierce his ear with a safety pin… he was weird.
x. [Have you ever used duct tape as a sewing substitute?] Sewing? No. But it held my rearview mirror on my car from Utah to Vegas, back to Big Rapids, MI. That’s got to be some kind of record.
[Habits/beliefs ]
x. [Are you disgruntled (having a general hate for everything)?] Ooo… that should have been my word! (See above)
x. [Are you an anarchist?] No
x. [Do you smoke cigarettes?] No
x. [Are you vegan/vegetarian?] nope
x. [Do you think meat is murder] Ask me if I think murder is wrong.
x. [Have you ever slept in an alley or park?] Not yet… I’m gettin’ there.
x. [Do you wash your hair less than once a week?] No.
x. [Have you ever gone a week without a shower?] Sure… I’m a boy.
x. [Age] 23
x. [Status] Horrifically single
x. [Crush] Cans
x. [Natural hair color] Light brown
x. [Current hair color] Flesh
x. [Height] 5'10”
x. [Shoe size] 11 ½ or 12s
x. [Live with] It’s just me and King
[favorites]
x. [Number] 44
x. [Color] black and gold
x. [Day] During football season it’s Sunday… the rest of the year it’s Saturday
x. [Month] December
x. [Song] “You Wouldn’t Believe” - 311
x. [Movie] Donnie Darko
x. [Food] Italian… but alfredo sauces, please… the tomato ones pail in comparison
x. [Season] Fall
x. [Class] Philosophy
x. [Teacher(s)] Aww… Dr. Crupi. Or Jorg! JORG! I love the man… but I was bored as shit in his class.
x. [Drink] I honestly don’t know. Water… I guess, I drink it all the time.
x. [Veggie] Corn
x. [TV Show] XPlay
x. [Radio station] Depends where I am: 94.7 or 101.something in Chicago… 94.5 or 97.9 in the GR area.
x. [Store] Best Buy, Old Navy, Coldstone, or The Whore Store
x. [Word] Foliage
x. [Animal] Dog
x. [Flower] Rose
"the phillips home defribulator is what's called an AED or automatic external defribulator....it will not shock unless both pads are secure and no heartbeat is detected, so frat guys could not use it on their junk..." - MJB
Well... son of a bitch. There goes that idea. And I was going to put it on my junk, too. Oh well... guess I'll go back to my Foreman Grill (OUCH!! OUCH!!! DON'T VISUALIZE IT LIKE I JUST DID, MEN... JUST MOVE ON!)
So today I told myself I'd get things done on the domestic front. I had dishes, laundry, groceries, and banking to take care of... so I said "no work for me!" Yeah... that worked for a while. I played Splinter Cell and Brute Force for a while... made some plans for this weekend... and got all my dishes taken care of. But then I heard that there was not only a Duke/UNC basketball game on tonight (ooo... if you like college basketball, what a game to watch!) but also the Wings/Avs game in Colorado! So my day sped by pretty quickly until the game (hockey... not basketball), what with all the shooting, dishes, and eating I preoccupied myself with... with which I preoccupied myself. Right...
Anyway, right after the game started, I figured it was going so crap-dapily that I should probably make myself some brownies... so I did. And, while mixing the ingredients for the brownies, Andrea called. She asked if it was a bad time, so I said "I'm currently watching hockey... if you feel that constitutes as a bad time, by all means..."
Hockey is, apparently, not a "bad time". Anyway... she and I talked for 45 minutes about some things, she gave me a couple of things to check up on online, and she told me to come in tomorrow for a meeting that will be "pretty long... I'd say at least two hours." Well... I don't know if we've EVER had a two hour meeting. So I'm quasi-freaking out in my "homework" that she gave me tonight.
I really don't have much else to say about today. It was nice (for the most part) to not have to worry about work. Actually, one of the things she mentioned while we were talking (for the forty five minutes [yes it was pretty much all work related]) was that I think she would be willing to give me a salaried position if it wasn't such a crappy time of year for ice cream. She said "maybe if it was May"... maybe what? I'm still not sure. I'm pretty sure she was hinting at a salaried position. >shrugs< I have no idea.
But I do know that I'm tired... so I think I'm done. But maybe I'll post a survey I got off of Jen's LiveJournal... as I completed all FIVE MILLION questions. Have a crazy night.
Please don't feel compelled to read this. I just started it yesterday sometime and couldn't stop until I was done...
// series one - about you
---> Name: John Paul Steeno
---> Birth date: December 28, 1980
---> Birthplace: Macomb, IL
---> Current Location: Chicago, IL
---> Eye Color: baby blue
---> Hair Color: um… it looks like this >points<. My sideburns are red.
---> Right or Lefty: Depends on what I’m doing… I like to pretend I’m left handed
---> Zodiac Sign: Capricorn
---> Innie or Outtie: Innie… that question seems irrelevant, probably a sign of things to come.
// series two - describe
---> Your heritage: 37.5% Belgian, 25% Irish, 25% Austrian/German, 12.5 French Canadian
---> The shoes you wore today: Adidas
---> Your hair: short with a touch of no longer there
---> Your eyes: the softest blue that could ever tell you exactly how I feel at all times
---> Your weakness?: women, food, and especially women with food
---> Your fears: Being forgotten
---> Your perfect pizza: would probably be made of money and I wouldn’t eat it, I’d invest it (or spend it on women with food (see above).
---> One thing you'd like to achieve: I’d like to be in a movie. Or bang the Homecoming Queen.
:// series three - what is
---> Your most overused phrase on aol\aim: “Yes dear”
---> Your thoughts first waking up: "ow, my back”
--->The first feature you notice in the opposite sex: “You have breasts… you are of the opposite sex”
---> Your best physical features: My eyes >blush<
---> Your bedtime: Normally the next day sometime… like 1 or 2 or 3.
---> Your greatest accomplishment: being a founding member of the Albion College Euphonics
---> Your best memories: Usually involve my family, my friends, or a lovely young lady
---> Cuss: I can only assume this means my favorite cuss… which would be “Bumblefuck Rapids”… my nickname for my hometown
---> Sing well: I think so
---> Take a shower everyday: If I’m going somewhere, yeah.
---> Type with your fingers on the right keys: Yes
---> Think you're attractive: I was convinced once… but not lately
---> Think you're a health freak: I work at an ice cream store. No… I don’t think you get it… I WORK in an ICE CREAM STORE.
---> Get along with your parents: You bet… the rents are fantastic!
---> Play an instrument: Trombone, Guitar, Vocal Percussion… and I’ve been known to play a mean cowbell and triangle in my days
// series four - in the past month, did/have you
---> Drank alcohol: yep
---> Smoke(d): no
---> Done a drug: no
---> Made Out: heeheehee… um… >blushes… looks around room< well… >cuts the act< No… not a chance in hell.
---> Go on a date: a what? I don’t think I even know what that is
---> Go to the mall?: No
---> Been on stage: Sort of
---> Been dumped: Feels like it
---> Made homemade cookies: Yeah, actually… Sugar cookies
---> Been in love: feels like it
---> Gone skinny dipping: No one wants to see that
// series five - have you ever?
---> Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: No because that’s stupid (I know you know how I feel… we’re good)
---> Been caught "doing something": I was caught breathing once… ooo! And I was caught eating… and sleeping… so, yeah.
---> Been called a tease: I haven’t, even though I am…
---> Gotten beaten up: >knocks on wood< nope.
---> Changed who you were to fit in: I pretended to be crazy to fit in once… but the other patients didn’t seem to appreciate it.
// series six - the future
---> Age you hope to be married: Well… I hope to be married when I’m in my fifties… I’ll work my way backwards from there
---> What do you want to be when you grow up: I don’t want to grow up… I’m a Toys R Us kid, muthafucka
---> What country would you most like to visit: Ireland
[x]this.or.that[x]
coke/pepsi: Pepsi
salt/pepper: salt
tv/computer: computer
cats/dogs: dogs because we both met people by smelling their crotches
vanilla/chocolate: chocolate
family/friends: Family… sorry “friends,” if that is your real name >glares<.
nite/day: night
summer/winter: Winter
smart/dumb: Smart
kiss/hug: Depends who it is. Hugs never hurt.
bitch/dogg: A bitch is a dog… I don’t get it.
[ Describe your ]
x. [Wallet] its black, leather, and I got it from my parents for Christmas.
x. [Hairbrush] Um… what?
x. [Toothbrush] I bought a bright yellow one to spite Laura (who will probably never see it… but I thought to myself as I bought it “this will surely spite Laura! Bwah ha ha haaaa!!!!”)
x. [Jewelry worn daily] Um… what?
x. [Blanket] My favorite one is a green and yellow afghan… made just for me with love >blushes<
x. [Coffee cup] Um… what?
x. [Sunglasses] Lame.
x. [Underwear] Could box something
x. [Shoes] My brown Adidas hiking shoe/boots are badass (and as old as some of my ex-girlfriends)… it’s time to get new shoes, kiddies
x. [Favorite shirt] A Hawaiian one… probably the Red one because it blinds people. Or any Yellow shirt I own
x. [Favorite pants] I really like those Old Navy Zipper cargo thingys… they’re super.
x. [CD in stereo right now] Incubus, “A Crow left of the Rolling Stones”
x. [Tattoos] none
x. [Piercings] Um… what?
x. [What you are wearing now:] I wish I could say “clothing”… I wish.
x. [Do you like candles] Not really
x. [Do you believe in love] Yes
x. [Do you believe in soul mates] I used to
x. [Do you believe in love at first sight] God I hope not… I’d have no chance
x. [What do you want done with your body when you die] I’d like it to become the table for a big buffet in my honor. This is a joke. I’d like it buried in a beautiful cemetery… like the one in Albion.
x. [What are you gonna do when you're older?] Hopefully have lots and lots of sex (sorry if you’re reading this, sis). But, if that doesn’t work, I hope I can fire lots of people and make their lives terrible. Ooo! Maybe even on Christmas. That’d be great.
x. [How many songs do you have on your computer?] Two? The songs stay on the CDs, kiddies.
x. [Look out your window...tell me what you see] A tree or two… a parking lot… lights… black men begging for change… old Russian women making rounds around the parking lot (it’s exercise!)
x. [If you could have any animal for a pet?] I’d steal Karen’s dog, Bailey… We have a special and unique bond. I was the only person in the history of people that Bailey didn’t bark at when we met and I bet you anything that, even though I’ve only been around him like three times, he would remember me. I love him… >sniffle< I miss him… >sobs<
x. [What is the longest you've ever stayed up?] Well… near the end of my collegiate career I think I did 72 hours with only three or four hours of sleep mixed in there.
[ When was the last time you ... ]
x. [Smiled?] A long time ago…
x. [Laughed?] All the time… I just laughed at my cleverness in this survey
x. [Bought something?] Xbox games earlier today
x. [Danced?] In class last night >blush<
x. [Were sarcastic?] See any answer earlier in this survey… obviously!
x. [Had a nightmare?] few nights ago. i think.
x. [Last book you read] High Fidelity was the last one I got through. I’m currently reading “Brave New World,” “Lies and the Lying Liars…,” and “In God We Trust: All Others Pay Cash.”
x. [Last movie you saw] All the way through?… Donnie Darko.
x. [Last thing you had to drink?] Water
x. [Last thing you had to eat] Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups (I’m bad!)
[ Fashion ]
x. [Do you wear a watch?] Not any more
x. [How many coats and jackets do you own?] like 4
x. [Most expensive item of clothing?] Probably my Yzerman jersey
x. [Describe your style in one word] Straight-guy
[ Your Friends ]
x. [do your friends know you?] Not as well as they think they do
x. [Are there traits in you that are universally liked?] Universally is quite a claim… I don’t know… I only know this ONE PLANET. Heehee… I think the fact that I’m an asshole is universally appreciated.
x. [How many people do you tell everything to?] No one knows it all.
[ Music/TV/Books ]
x. [Favorite band ever?] 311
x. [Most listened to bands?] 311, Incubus (poo on new album), Linkin Park, Staind (before everyone in the country started listening! Gah!), The Offspring
x. [Do you find any musicians good-looking?] Who doesn’t? Honestly?
x. [Type of music most listened to?] Rock
x. [Type never listened to?] Fusion Jazz… although I hear Nick Hexum’s brother’s into it… so I might give it a shot.
x. [Favorite book?] A History of the World in 10 ½ Chapters
[ General Questions ]
x. [What do you prefer, a sunny or rainy day?] Rainy
x. [Do you consider yourself lucky?] No
x. [Do you feel pity for people who commit suicide?] No
x. [Choose one word to describe how you feel most often] Discontent
x. [Do you own any plaid clothing?] Yes
x. [Is there more than one zipper in your pants?] “In” my pants? No
x. [Do you own braces?] “Own” braces? No!
x. [Does your hairstyle exceed a height of 3 inches?] I wish!
x. [Would you classify your hair as a deadly weapon?] Only to my sex life. HA!
x. [Do you have a favorite brand of hair dye?] Yes
x. [Do you own a bandana?] I am not lame
x. [Are you amused by safety pins] Well… one time on the team Tennis Bus, I watched one of my teammates pierce his ear with a safety pin… he was weird.
x. [Have you ever used duct tape as a sewing substitute?] Sewing? No. But it held my rearview mirror on my car from Utah to Vegas, back to Big Rapids, MI. That’s got to be some kind of record.
[Habits/beliefs ]
x. [Are you disgruntled (having a general hate for everything)?] Ooo… that should have been my word! (See above)
x. [Are you an anarchist?] No
x. [Do you smoke cigarettes?] No
x. [Are you vegan/vegetarian?] nope
x. [Do you think meat is murder] Ask me if I think murder is wrong.
x. [Have you ever slept in an alley or park?] Not yet… I’m gettin’ there.
x. [Do you wash your hair less than once a week?] No.
x. [Have you ever gone a week without a shower?] Sure… I’m a boy.
x. [Age] 23
x. [Status] Horrifically single
x. [Crush] Cans
x. [Natural hair color] Light brown
x. [Current hair color] Flesh
x. [Height] 5'10”
x. [Shoe size] 11 ½ or 12s
x. [Live with] It’s just me and King
[favorites]
x. [Number] 44
x. [Color] black and gold
x. [Day] During football season it’s Sunday… the rest of the year it’s Saturday
x. [Month] December
x. [Song] “You Wouldn’t Believe” - 311
x. [Movie] Donnie Darko
x. [Food] Italian… but alfredo sauces, please… the tomato ones pail in comparison
x. [Season] Fall
x. [Class] Philosophy
x. [Teacher(s)] Aww… Dr. Crupi. Or Jorg! JORG! I love the man… but I was bored as shit in his class.
x. [Drink] I honestly don’t know. Water… I guess, I drink it all the time.
x. [Veggie] Corn
x. [TV Show] XPlay
x. [Radio station] Depends where I am: 94.7 or 101.something in Chicago… 94.5 or 97.9 in the GR area.
x. [Store] Best Buy, Old Navy, Coldstone, or The Whore Store
x. [Word] Foliage
x. [Animal] Dog
x. [Flower] Rose
Thursday, February 05, 2004
I went to the New Incubus CD, and a Rolling Stone's CD broke out
Yeah... I'm actually a little disappointed by the new Incubus CD. There are definitely songs that sound a little like the Rolling Stones to me. And we all know how I feel about the Rolling Stones. You would have to have the weirdest, crappiest taste in the world to like both the Rolling Stones AND Incubus... so... Hey Laura, check out the new Incubus CD. I know you'll like it >wink<.
So one of the first things I did today was go into the store. I did the "start of day/start of week" thing we have to do on the computer every Wednesday... and then was on my way out when I ran into Hannah. She's been gone since last Wednesday night, with her boyfriend Adam. >giggles< they were in Nebraska! Nebraska, how romantic! But, seriously, it was a trip for Hannah to meet a lot of Adam's friends... so it was kind of a big deal. And she was nervous (teehee... so cute!). Anyway... Hannah's back from the trip and we talked a little about her trip... but I was parked in front of a fire hydrent, so I didn't have lots of time. why was I driving? Well...
I went to Best Buy to buy myself something. I've been kind of in a rut... so I got myself something that will take my mind right out of that rut. I bought myself two (2) XBox games, each for $20 (twenty dollars). I purchased Tom Clancy's Splinter Cell and played it for a while in the afternoon. Who knew that I would be good at a game where you sneak up on people and shot them or attack them from behind? (Answer: Anyone who's ever played Halo with me) But Splinter Cell is a beautiful game... with fantastic lighting and shadowing AND realistic movement of certain hanging posters or blinds or plastics that move when Sam Fisher moves... It's a tres* neato game. I ALSO bought Brute Force... which is a Ken and John game. It is... it really is. The plot is terrible, the characters are stupid, the voice acting is sickening, and the script is mind-numbingly horrific! So... why did I buy it then? First of all... it was only $20 (see above). Secondly... it IS a Ken and John game in that the whole point is to run at things that are shooting you, and to shoot them. A lot. Lots of shooting them... heehee. That's the whole game... you go to different locations and shoot the living crap out of everything you see. It's fun... and it's a Ken and John game.
In other news... we're getting "Scooped" again soon. This is when someone from the Area Developers come into Coldstone and grade us on how well we're doing. the last time we got 97 out of 100... and Andrea really wants it to be that high again. So we've got work to do... >sigh<
I also want to touch on this before Ken does: After one season, ESPN has cancelled their series "Playmakers," in part because the NFL said it was portrayed by the show in a negative light. For as crappy as I thought the show was (sorry Ken)... I liked what it was trying to do. I mean, excuse me NFL, but there ARE homosexuals playing in the league and there IS homophobia... and there ARE drug users... and there ARE domestic abusers... so I'm sorry if it's portraying the league in a negative light... but you're allowing those kinds of people to play in your league because they play WELL and that's the bottom line. Poop on the NFL for being bastards about this.
And I'm sick of "Hey ya" by Andre 3000. It's not even a title that says anything! But I'm just sick of hearing it a million times. That's all.
*Tres is a registered trademark of Rhea Morlan. Any use without the express written consent of John Steeno or Miss Morlan (Ms. Morlan if you're nasty) is prohibited. (Happy now?, woman?!!)
"But I want something good to die for
To make it beautiful to live." - "Go With The Flow" Queen of the Stone Age
Yeah... I'm actually a little disappointed by the new Incubus CD. There are definitely songs that sound a little like the Rolling Stones to me. And we all know how I feel about the Rolling Stones. You would have to have the weirdest, crappiest taste in the world to like both the Rolling Stones AND Incubus... so... Hey Laura, check out the new Incubus CD. I know you'll like it >wink<.
So one of the first things I did today was go into the store. I did the "start of day/start of week" thing we have to do on the computer every Wednesday... and then was on my way out when I ran into Hannah. She's been gone since last Wednesday night, with her boyfriend Adam. >giggles< they were in Nebraska! Nebraska, how romantic! But, seriously, it was a trip for Hannah to meet a lot of Adam's friends... so it was kind of a big deal. And she was nervous (teehee... so cute!). Anyway... Hannah's back from the trip and we talked a little about her trip... but I was parked in front of a fire hydrent, so I didn't have lots of time. why was I driving? Well...
I went to Best Buy to buy myself something. I've been kind of in a rut... so I got myself something that will take my mind right out of that rut. I bought myself two (2) XBox games, each for $20 (twenty dollars). I purchased Tom Clancy's Splinter Cell and played it for a while in the afternoon. Who knew that I would be good at a game where you sneak up on people and shot them or attack them from behind? (Answer: Anyone who's ever played Halo with me) But Splinter Cell is a beautiful game... with fantastic lighting and shadowing AND realistic movement of certain hanging posters or blinds or plastics that move when Sam Fisher moves... It's a tres* neato game. I ALSO bought Brute Force... which is a Ken and John game. It is... it really is. The plot is terrible, the characters are stupid, the voice acting is sickening, and the script is mind-numbingly horrific! So... why did I buy it then? First of all... it was only $20 (see above). Secondly... it IS a Ken and John game in that the whole point is to run at things that are shooting you, and to shoot them. A lot. Lots of shooting them... heehee. That's the whole game... you go to different locations and shoot the living crap out of everything you see. It's fun... and it's a Ken and John game.
In other news... we're getting "Scooped" again soon. This is when someone from the Area Developers come into Coldstone and grade us on how well we're doing. the last time we got 97 out of 100... and Andrea really wants it to be that high again. So we've got work to do... >sigh<
I also want to touch on this before Ken does: After one season, ESPN has cancelled their series "Playmakers," in part because the NFL said it was portrayed by the show in a negative light. For as crappy as I thought the show was (sorry Ken)... I liked what it was trying to do. I mean, excuse me NFL, but there ARE homosexuals playing in the league and there IS homophobia... and there ARE drug users... and there ARE domestic abusers... so I'm sorry if it's portraying the league in a negative light... but you're allowing those kinds of people to play in your league because they play WELL and that's the bottom line. Poop on the NFL for being bastards about this.
And I'm sick of "Hey ya" by Andre 3000. It's not even a title that says anything! But I'm just sick of hearing it a million times. That's all.
*Tres is a registered trademark of Rhea Morlan. Any use without the express written consent of John Steeno or Miss Morlan (Ms. Morlan if you're nasty) is prohibited. (Happy now?, woman?!!)
"But I want something good to die for
To make it beautiful to live." - "Go With The Flow" Queen of the Stone Age
Wednesday, February 04, 2004
"its a soap opera or something.. only without all the sex"
That is how a friend of mine referred to this here blog. That's fun for two reasons: 1) If it was up to me, there would be tons of sex on this blog but a) ouch, the blog is in my... and b) I would need to know women for anything to happen. 2) Are you saying my writing is of "soap opera" caliber?... because if you are, that is... the greatest thing I've ever heard!!! Thank you!
At work today, we went over the "Sysco" ordering... which is basically the purchasing of most ice cream products, paper products, and cleaning and sanitising inventories from Sysco, a wholesaler of ice cream products, paper... just a lot of stuff. So we're hopefully getting closer to having Andrea be able to take some time off. Hopefully.
Class was actually more fun that last week. We played a couple neato games... one was Needs and Wants, or something like that. It was a pretty good game, because characters always need something from each other in a scene... I mean, there has to be a reason why I, as an audience member, am watching these two characters interact. And one of those reasons is that the characters need something from each other... that's why those two characters have come together. Anyway... we also played a kind of fun game called Problems and Solutions. Two characters start a "normal" scene and a third person comes in creating a problem and then a fourth person comes in solving the problem. Sounds lame, right? Well... it can be pretty fun. Tevie and Bill started a scene where they were in a cab. What do you do there? I ran in front of it and got hit by the cab. Now remember, this is me... so when I got hit by that "cab"... I got fucking nailed by that cab. I "jogged" in front and then just took my legs out from under myself... and I hit the floor HARD. It was fun (I'm a bit of a sadist, ok?). But... all of our FAVORITE scene was when Sarah and Amy started a scene where they were in a restaurant, Sarah saying something about being "a vegetarian"... Adam comes in and says that "we're out of everything except for the house salad." I thought to myself "this isn't a problem, she's a vegetarian... I'll make it a problem!" so I came in the scene and said "Hey Mark, just a head's up... we're out of the house salad... but we DO have steaks. Steaks? We don't have mashed potatoes or anything, but we do have the steaks. And nobody here is a vegetarian, I'm sure. Ahh ha haaa!". Tim then came in and said (cryptically) "The shipment just came in, where do you want me to put it." So I said, "Over there... that's where we always put the... shipment." Keith then came in and said "Just a head's up fellas, we've finally got the mashed potatoes." Then Tim "We've got cheesecake" then Bill "The stove is out... just so you guys know" then Dave "We've got Ice Cream!"... Then I wrapped it up for the ladies at the table "We've got Cheesecake and Ice Cream, Steaks we can't heat, and Mashed potatoes"... Sarah said she just wanted desert and Amy said "I'll just have a glass of water," To which I responded "yeah... just so you know... " SCENE.
Funny, huh? And that scene consisted of 8 people of the 10 in class last night... which is one of the reasons I thought it was so funny... I mean, it's like we're all slowly getting on the same page. The bonding is probably more important than what we're doing in class... but it's still REALLY frustrating! I mean... we can tell... we can TELL that we're ready for more than what we're doing. It's just so damn frustrating.
Ran into Tony again today. Remember Tony, Hamburger Helper guy? This time I stopped him and said "I gave you a dollar yesterday, remember? Guinness hat? Remember?" And he was like "yeah"... but he gave me a "i don't know why that stops you from giving me money today" look... and I think I almost got violent. Heehee... no, seriously, violent. I'm totally going to let him know how I feel next time... as it's be half a dozen times now (that's 6 [six] times)... and he gives the same bullshit story each time. I mean... this last one was totally the last straw! He can "feed three people for two days" if he gets "$7.25." So, if I gave him money yesterday, what the hell happened to feeding his family for two days? I could have punched him... honestly... what the fuck? How can he always look disappointed? Even when he gets money... disappointed. I think I'll follow him around one night and see if anyone would miss him if I stabbed him and dropped him in an alley. This is not funny... this is how I feel.
That's really all i've got to say about that. I do want to answer the Navy question: "If someone wrote a book about your life, would anyone want to read it?" Well, Navy, I seem to be writing a book about my life... and more and more people are reading it. So go f--k yourselves... if that's allowed in the military. Have a crazy day!
"I used to look up, hand in hand with you, and see millions of beautiful stars
Now I walk by myself, and I don't see a single one" - JPS
That is how a friend of mine referred to this here blog. That's fun for two reasons: 1) If it was up to me, there would be tons of sex on this blog but a) ouch, the blog is in my... and b) I would need to know women for anything to happen. 2) Are you saying my writing is of "soap opera" caliber?... because if you are, that is... the greatest thing I've ever heard!!! Thank you!
At work today, we went over the "Sysco" ordering... which is basically the purchasing of most ice cream products, paper products, and cleaning and sanitising inventories from Sysco, a wholesaler of ice cream products, paper... just a lot of stuff. So we're hopefully getting closer to having Andrea be able to take some time off. Hopefully.
Class was actually more fun that last week. We played a couple neato games... one was Needs and Wants, or something like that. It was a pretty good game, because characters always need something from each other in a scene... I mean, there has to be a reason why I, as an audience member, am watching these two characters interact. And one of those reasons is that the characters need something from each other... that's why those two characters have come together. Anyway... we also played a kind of fun game called Problems and Solutions. Two characters start a "normal" scene and a third person comes in creating a problem and then a fourth person comes in solving the problem. Sounds lame, right? Well... it can be pretty fun. Tevie and Bill started a scene where they were in a cab. What do you do there? I ran in front of it and got hit by the cab. Now remember, this is me... so when I got hit by that "cab"... I got fucking nailed by that cab. I "jogged" in front and then just took my legs out from under myself... and I hit the floor HARD. It was fun (I'm a bit of a sadist, ok?). But... all of our FAVORITE scene was when Sarah and Amy started a scene where they were in a restaurant, Sarah saying something about being "a vegetarian"... Adam comes in and says that "we're out of everything except for the house salad." I thought to myself "this isn't a problem, she's a vegetarian... I'll make it a problem!" so I came in the scene and said "Hey Mark, just a head's up... we're out of the house salad... but we DO have steaks. Steaks? We don't have mashed potatoes or anything, but we do have the steaks. And nobody here is a vegetarian, I'm sure. Ahh ha haaa!". Tim then came in and said (cryptically) "The shipment just came in, where do you want me to put it." So I said, "Over there... that's where we always put the... shipment." Keith then came in and said "Just a head's up fellas, we've finally got the mashed potatoes." Then Tim "We've got cheesecake" then Bill "The stove is out... just so you guys know" then Dave "We've got Ice Cream!"... Then I wrapped it up for the ladies at the table "We've got Cheesecake and Ice Cream, Steaks we can't heat, and Mashed potatoes"... Sarah said she just wanted desert and Amy said "I'll just have a glass of water," To which I responded "yeah... just so you know... " SCENE.
Funny, huh? And that scene consisted of 8 people of the 10 in class last night... which is one of the reasons I thought it was so funny... I mean, it's like we're all slowly getting on the same page. The bonding is probably more important than what we're doing in class... but it's still REALLY frustrating! I mean... we can tell... we can TELL that we're ready for more than what we're doing. It's just so damn frustrating.
Ran into Tony again today. Remember Tony, Hamburger Helper guy? This time I stopped him and said "I gave you a dollar yesterday, remember? Guinness hat? Remember?" And he was like "yeah"... but he gave me a "i don't know why that stops you from giving me money today" look... and I think I almost got violent. Heehee... no, seriously, violent. I'm totally going to let him know how I feel next time... as it's be half a dozen times now (that's 6 [six] times)... and he gives the same bullshit story each time. I mean... this last one was totally the last straw! He can "feed three people for two days" if he gets "$7.25." So, if I gave him money yesterday, what the hell happened to feeding his family for two days? I could have punched him... honestly... what the fuck? How can he always look disappointed? Even when he gets money... disappointed. I think I'll follow him around one night and see if anyone would miss him if I stabbed him and dropped him in an alley. This is not funny... this is how I feel.
That's really all i've got to say about that. I do want to answer the Navy question: "If someone wrote a book about your life, would anyone want to read it?" Well, Navy, I seem to be writing a book about my life... and more and more people are reading it. So go f--k yourselves... if that's allowed in the military. Have a crazy day!
"I used to look up, hand in hand with you, and see millions of beautiful stars
Now I walk by myself, and I don't see a single one" - JPS
Tuesday, February 03, 2004
The Philips Heartstart Home Defribulator
Weird... I just saw a commercial for a home defribulation unit. The say that only 5% of people survive a sudden cardiac arrest... which is why you should buy their product. It also said that the unit is available only by prescription. Now... who can point out the logical problem here?
Fine... I'll do it. It is "sudden" cardiac arrest... and there may not even be symptoms of heart trouble. So, kiddies, how does one obtain a prescription? Therein lies the problem... as only people who have some kind of heart trouble will be able to get one of these defribulation units.
And, the other thing I was thinking is that these defribulators will end up in frat houses and, inevitably, attached to some dude's wiener. I think it would be funny if defribulating the schlong causes some kind of cardiac arrest... and then they would actually need the defribulator. That's irony, folks. Also, can't you see some frat dude thinking it's a good idea to attach one of those things to his unmentionables? Frat guys are stupid.
Weird... I just saw a commercial for a home defribulation unit. The say that only 5% of people survive a sudden cardiac arrest... which is why you should buy their product. It also said that the unit is available only by prescription. Now... who can point out the logical problem here?
Fine... I'll do it. It is "sudden" cardiac arrest... and there may not even be symptoms of heart trouble. So, kiddies, how does one obtain a prescription? Therein lies the problem... as only people who have some kind of heart trouble will be able to get one of these defribulation units.
And, the other thing I was thinking is that these defribulators will end up in frat houses and, inevitably, attached to some dude's wiener. I think it would be funny if defribulating the schlong causes some kind of cardiac arrest... and then they would actually need the defribulator. That's irony, folks. Also, can't you see some frat dude thinking it's a good idea to attach one of those things to his unmentionables? Frat guys are stupid.
Monday, February 02, 2004
I'm famous... in a round-about way!
I just have to say that if you were to go to Google, type in "Crazy Rantings" and hit "I'm feeling lucky"... guess where you end up? That's right baby, right here! Isn't that f--king awesome??!!! I mean... typing "John Steeno" in used to pretty much only get you to me, but some dude (I think he's a Steeno himself) has a website now with all sorts of Steeno genealogy... so there are all sorts of John Steeno's who aren't me. Like, for instance, John Steeno. He's dead. Or John Steeno, also dead. That might be the same guy... I don't know.
Anyway... my scene didn't go as well as I wanted it to tonight. My instructor said it was too long, and everyone seemed to agree... so I don't think I'm going to post it. If there was an uproar of people wanting me to post it, I would... but otherwise I'm not going to. >sigh< I thought it was funny... oh well.
I told Amy, from work, that I would come in at noon tomorrow because she doesn't really know how to do the opening stuff. And I'm supposed to meet Andrea tomorrow to go over the "Sysco Ordering." And the new Incubus CD comes out tomorrow... which is TRES exciting! I've been waiting since I saw them in concert last summer... and I can't wait! Hooray!
I think that's all from me for now. I really have been posting a lot. I don't know what that means, but I promise to change it. No one wants to wade through all this crap! Not even me.
Goodnight...
I just have to say that if you were to go to Google, type in "Crazy Rantings" and hit "I'm feeling lucky"... guess where you end up? That's right baby, right here! Isn't that f--king awesome??!!! I mean... typing "John Steeno" in used to pretty much only get you to me, but some dude (I think he's a Steeno himself) has a website now with all sorts of Steeno genealogy... so there are all sorts of John Steeno's who aren't me. Like, for instance, John Steeno. He's dead. Or John Steeno, also dead. That might be the same guy... I don't know.
Anyway... my scene didn't go as well as I wanted it to tonight. My instructor said it was too long, and everyone seemed to agree... so I don't think I'm going to post it. If there was an uproar of people wanting me to post it, I would... but otherwise I'm not going to. >sigh< I thought it was funny... oh well.
I told Amy, from work, that I would come in at noon tomorrow because she doesn't really know how to do the opening stuff. And I'm supposed to meet Andrea tomorrow to go over the "Sysco Ordering." And the new Incubus CD comes out tomorrow... which is TRES exciting! I've been waiting since I saw them in concert last summer... and I can't wait! Hooray!
I think that's all from me for now. I really have been posting a lot. I don't know what that means, but I promise to change it. No one wants to wade through all this crap! Not even me.
Goodnight...
CrazyJohn on how a good mood can turn $5 into $0
So I worked (actually worked serving people ice cream) for the first time in about three weeks this afternoon. And, as it was just me working, I got to take all the tip money... $4 singles and $1 even in change. Now I was in such a good mood on my way back to my apartment, that I listened to this dude's sob story about frozen gas tanks and evil gas stations... and I gave him my $4. He told me that I would get it returned "Seven-fold. It's true... when you get that twenty eight dollars, you'll know where it came from." He asked me where I worked (as when I handed him the money I said "this is my tip money for today.") so I told him I worked at ColdStone, the ice cream place. He told me he was going to get a shitload of ice cream and leave a huge tip. I don't really care that that's not true... it felt good.
And then I ran into Tony. Oh Tony... you remember Tony... he's Hamburger Helper guy (even Ken met Tony). I was STILL in a good mood... so I listened to his whole story again... and I gave him the change I had, which I didn't know was a whole dollar... but it didn't matter. I'm in a good mood.
Why the good mood? Four reasons: 1) Elizabeth and my boy Chris were training when I got into work. Chris feels like my very own... as he is the first person hired since I was. And Elizabeth wondered aloud if I had done something differently >pointing to her own "beard"< and I said that I hadn't, I was just lazy and didn't want to shave (which is true). Chris said that she meant that she thought I looked "cuter." This is funny... and as socially interactive as I've been in months. 2) Three words: Cinnimon Ice Cream! OH GOD is it good! Sweet shit it's yumalicious! 3) I mentioned to Andrea that Abby and I thought we could handle a full week without her, so that she could go on a vacation with her daughter. This, apparently, made her day. That, in turn, made me happy. Contrary to popular belief... I actually feel good when I make other people feel good... and it's been a very long time since that was able to happen. So, yeah... that felt good. Andrea will finally get her week off to spend with her daughter. And finally, 4) I'm excited about my script. I mean... it's been a long time since I've been this excited about something I've written. I finished it this afternoon... and I hope to have it read tonight (it's 7 pages instead of just 5... so we'll see!). If it gets a good response, I'll even post it :) And I have gotten three "I liked your script"s from the last one I posted. I even heard that it made someone laugh out loud! Hooray!
for right now... I have hamburgers and copies to make. Aloha!!!
So I worked (actually worked serving people ice cream) for the first time in about three weeks this afternoon. And, as it was just me working, I got to take all the tip money... $4 singles and $1 even in change. Now I was in such a good mood on my way back to my apartment, that I listened to this dude's sob story about frozen gas tanks and evil gas stations... and I gave him my $4. He told me that I would get it returned "Seven-fold. It's true... when you get that twenty eight dollars, you'll know where it came from." He asked me where I worked (as when I handed him the money I said "this is my tip money for today.") so I told him I worked at ColdStone, the ice cream place. He told me he was going to get a shitload of ice cream and leave a huge tip. I don't really care that that's not true... it felt good.
And then I ran into Tony. Oh Tony... you remember Tony... he's Hamburger Helper guy (even Ken met Tony). I was STILL in a good mood... so I listened to his whole story again... and I gave him the change I had, which I didn't know was a whole dollar... but it didn't matter. I'm in a good mood.
Why the good mood? Four reasons: 1) Elizabeth and my boy Chris were training when I got into work. Chris feels like my very own... as he is the first person hired since I was. And Elizabeth wondered aloud if I had done something differently >pointing to her own "beard"< and I said that I hadn't, I was just lazy and didn't want to shave (which is true). Chris said that she meant that she thought I looked "cuter." This is funny... and as socially interactive as I've been in months. 2) Three words: Cinnimon Ice Cream! OH GOD is it good! Sweet shit it's yumalicious! 3) I mentioned to Andrea that Abby and I thought we could handle a full week without her, so that she could go on a vacation with her daughter. This, apparently, made her day. That, in turn, made me happy. Contrary to popular belief... I actually feel good when I make other people feel good... and it's been a very long time since that was able to happen. So, yeah... that felt good. Andrea will finally get her week off to spend with her daughter. And finally, 4) I'm excited about my script. I mean... it's been a long time since I've been this excited about something I've written. I finished it this afternoon... and I hope to have it read tonight (it's 7 pages instead of just 5... so we'll see!). If it gets a good response, I'll even post it :) And I have gotten three "I liked your script"s from the last one I posted. I even heard that it made someone laugh out loud! Hooray!
for right now... I have hamburgers and copies to make. Aloha!!!
Look what I can do!!!
Hey... like Sellers, I decided to play around with the html on my blog... and this is what I came up with >points above<. If you don't want your website up there, let me know. If you DO want a website up there, let me know. If you're indifferent to my html skills... ouch. I have feelings, you know.
PS Look for these Rantings in a GOOGLE SEARCH! I can't believe it!!! But I was looking for the Euphonics and for Alex Carroll's website... and there was my own stupid little page! Sweet crap! Movin up in the world now, baby!
Hey... like Sellers, I decided to play around with the html on my blog... and this is what I came up with >points above<. If you don't want your website up there, let me know. If you DO want a website up there, let me know. If you're indifferent to my html skills... ouch. I have feelings, you know.
PS Look for these Rantings in a GOOGLE SEARCH! I can't believe it!!! But I was looking for the Euphonics and for Alex Carroll's website... and there was my own stupid little page! Sweet crap! Movin up in the world now, baby!
Happy Groundhog's Day!!!
oh... Groundhog's day is one of my favorite holidays. Know why? Because I don't have to do shit. It happens regardless of what the hell I do... I don't even have to be paying attention! I bet you didn't even know that he saw his shadow... 6 more weeks of winter. Hmm... no shit! Has anyone else been outside in Chicago recently? It's like walking through a really cold and windy place... like a cold, windy place... like a republican's heart. (Oh... that's funny).
In other news... I had just figured out how to shake it like a Polaroid picture, and now I have to figure out how to shake it like a salt shaker. Sheesh! And I'm still trying to figure out what "it" is.
oh... Groundhog's day is one of my favorite holidays. Know why? Because I don't have to do shit. It happens regardless of what the hell I do... I don't even have to be paying attention! I bet you didn't even know that he saw his shadow... 6 more weeks of winter. Hmm... no shit! Has anyone else been outside in Chicago recently? It's like walking through a really cold and windy place... like a cold, windy place... like a republican's heart. (Oh... that's funny).
In other news... I had just figured out how to shake it like a Polaroid picture, and now I have to figure out how to shake it like a salt shaker. Sheesh! And I'm still trying to figure out what "it" is.
Super Bowl Madness!
Sorry for anyone who actually read all the crap I wrote during the big game. Jim told me that during the NFL draft I should post how I feel about the draft picks... so I thought I would practice my play-by-play blogging abilities. >Shrugs< sometime later (maybe next year) I'll look at that whole mess of loot and say "huh... I'm a real whacko" or something to that effect.
I can't, for the life of me, figure out how to end my scene. I mean... I'm on the 7th page, and it just keeps going. I don't know how to end it. It's like my se... I'm not going to say that. It's not worth the joke.
In other news, I had a really good (if short) sleep last night. Some things happened and there was lots of stuff on my mind... so I purposefully kept myself up late so I'd be too exhausted and have to crash for the night. And, at 4 o'clock it worked!
I had a really good hour and a half conversation with my dad this afternoon. I told my parents previously that I was going to try to come home sometime soon... but I'm having big problems figuring out when I could do that. He sounded good... but hollow, like there was a part of him missing. I figured (and hoped) that it was me... and that made me feel good and hurt at the same time. It reminded me of the voice of a dear friend of mine I talked to yesterday... her voice was hollow, and I hoped that it was me that was missing. Unfortunately, I think in my father's case I'm right, and in her case I'm not. But, hell, fifty percent is commendable.
Anyway... my dad and I talked and I think he was hoping to find out when I was planning on coming home and there was nothing I could tell him to ease his mind. I just don't know... and that always scares me. It always makes me feel less free, like I couldn't leave here even if I wanted to.
my mind is REALLY not at ease tonight... it's all over the place. It either has something to do with coming to a point in my scene and being blocked, searching for an ending... OR I'm just messed up and I wouldn't be able to relax if I wanted to (which I do).
God bless it... I'm going to try to get some sleep... and hope I'm not back later to spit out the dung that's in my noggin. Goodnight all.
Sorry for anyone who actually read all the crap I wrote during the big game. Jim told me that during the NFL draft I should post how I feel about the draft picks... so I thought I would practice my play-by-play blogging abilities. >Shrugs< sometime later (maybe next year) I'll look at that whole mess of loot and say "huh... I'm a real whacko" or something to that effect.
I can't, for the life of me, figure out how to end my scene. I mean... I'm on the 7th page, and it just keeps going. I don't know how to end it. It's like my se... I'm not going to say that. It's not worth the joke.
In other news, I had a really good (if short) sleep last night. Some things happened and there was lots of stuff on my mind... so I purposefully kept myself up late so I'd be too exhausted and have to crash for the night. And, at 4 o'clock it worked!
I had a really good hour and a half conversation with my dad this afternoon. I told my parents previously that I was going to try to come home sometime soon... but I'm having big problems figuring out when I could do that. He sounded good... but hollow, like there was a part of him missing. I figured (and hoped) that it was me... and that made me feel good and hurt at the same time. It reminded me of the voice of a dear friend of mine I talked to yesterday... her voice was hollow, and I hoped that it was me that was missing. Unfortunately, I think in my father's case I'm right, and in her case I'm not. But, hell, fifty percent is commendable.
Anyway... my dad and I talked and I think he was hoping to find out when I was planning on coming home and there was nothing I could tell him to ease his mind. I just don't know... and that always scares me. It always makes me feel less free, like I couldn't leave here even if I wanted to.
my mind is REALLY not at ease tonight... it's all over the place. It either has something to do with coming to a point in my scene and being blocked, searching for an ending... OR I'm just messed up and I wouldn't be able to relax if I wanted to (which I do).
God bless it... I'm going to try to get some sleep... and hope I'm not back later to spit out the dung that's in my noggin. Goodnight all.
Sunday, February 01, 2004
Holy CRAP... He's seen the Pats before
Ricky Proel... what a play. I'm also really impressed by Jake Delhomme... he's my Del-homey. Heehee... I stole that.
I'm going to vote for the MVP... and it'll be Delhomme if the Panthers win, and stupid Brady if the Pats win (he HAS had a good game).
What the Shit, John Kasey??? Keep the ball in play!!!
Ricky Proel... what a play. I'm also really impressed by Jake Delhomme... he's my Del-homey. Heehee... I stole that.
I'm going to vote for the MVP... and it'll be Delhomme if the Panthers win, and stupid Brady if the Pats win (he HAS had a good game).
What the Shit, John Kasey??? Keep the ball in play!!!
Touchdown Pats... and I'm sick, sick, SICK of Defensive Players scoring touchdowns
Mike Vrabel, an outside line-backer, just scored a touchdown for New England... making the score 27-22. Does this remind us of Warren Sapp? The Refridgerator Perry? Any other irritating player we can think of? Yes... yes it does.
The Pats went for two and made it... it's 29-22. Weird score, huh? Well... this is a weird game.
Mike Vrabel, an outside line-backer, just scored a touchdown for New England... making the score 27-22. Does this remind us of Warren Sapp? The Refridgerator Perry? Any other irritating player we can think of? Yes... yes it does.
The Pats went for two and made it... it's 29-22. Weird score, huh? Well... this is a weird game.
A New England touchdown... and I'd think the game was over if the Panthers' didn't just score!
What the crapping hell??? DeShaun Foster... when he wants to score, he's going to do it! It's currently 21-16... but the Panthers' are going for two (which they shouldn't).
And they didn't get it... 21-16.
What the crapping hell??? DeShaun Foster... when he wants to score, he's going to do it! It's currently 21-16... but the Panthers' are going for two (which they shouldn't).
And they didn't get it... 21-16.
And it's obvious that the halftime show has effected the players
Yeah... so it's obvious that the extended halftime has left both teams feeling pretty flat.
And, the good news, "erections lasting in upwards of 4 hours require medical help." Drug commercials are HILARIOUS! Oh... and remind me that I need to see a doctor about something.
Yeah... so it's obvious that the extended halftime has left both teams feeling pretty flat.
And, the good news, "erections lasting in upwards of 4 hours require medical help." Drug commercials are HILARIOUS! Oh... and remind me that I need to see a doctor about something.
Halftime Show... OR Is this the best all the time spent planning can give us?
The Houston band playing an Outkast song was pretty sweet.
Janet Jackson... I'd do her... but I wouldn't tell anyone about it, as I might melt all the plastic that makes up her person. Plus... isn't she like 45? But I'm glad she's not lipsyncing... because that would be lame. Oh... wait.
P. Diddy... Nice coat. Way to lipsync.
Nelly... I love you... but way to dress up. Nice wife-beater. Way to lipsync... I'm impressed >sarcasm<
Kid Rock... nice flag. Thanks for not lipsyncing. Was this the most appropriate song to sing at halftime? About hookers and guys in the meth clinic? I mean... I like the song... but let's think, shall we?
OH... gimme that girl waving the flag with the curly hair... please? >pants<
Um... Janet... what? I thought your brother was the freak. Guess it runs in the family. "She's a good dancer!" So's the gay dude in the background... but I'm not paying to watch him dance. Ok... that's not true... but I'm not telling you I go to gay strip clubs. Whoops... there it was.
OH Justin... >melts<... um... I'd like to pretend I'm not melting... but he may be on my short list of guys I'd let do me. But, please boy, shave... damn you look like a molester man.
The Houston band playing an Outkast song was pretty sweet.
Janet Jackson... I'd do her... but I wouldn't tell anyone about it, as I might melt all the plastic that makes up her person. Plus... isn't she like 45? But I'm glad she's not lipsyncing... because that would be lame. Oh... wait.
P. Diddy... Nice coat. Way to lipsync.
Nelly... I love you... but way to dress up. Nice wife-beater. Way to lipsync... I'm impressed >sarcasm<
Kid Rock... nice flag. Thanks for not lipsyncing. Was this the most appropriate song to sing at halftime? About hookers and guys in the meth clinic? I mean... I like the song... but let's think, shall we?
OH... gimme that girl waving the flag with the curly hair... please? >pants<
Um... Janet... what? I thought your brother was the freak. Guess it runs in the family. "She's a good dancer!" So's the gay dude in the background... but I'm not paying to watch him dance. Ok... that's not true... but I'm not telling you I go to gay strip clubs. Whoops... there it was.
OH Justin... >melts<... um... I'd like to pretend I'm not melting... but he may be on my short list of guys I'd let do me. But, please boy, shave... damn you look like a molester man.
Spoke too soon
Squib kick = stupid... and now the Panthers have good field position.
WOW... then a draw by the Panthers, because the Pats were playing the pass... a good, if risky call... but you see what happens when it works. And now they're going for a field goal. Oh it's good!!!
14-10 Halftime score!
Squib kick = stupid... and now the Panthers have good field position.
WOW... then a draw by the Panthers, because the Pats were playing the pass... a good, if risky call... but you see what happens when it works. And now they're going for a field goal. Oh it's good!!!
14-10 Halftime score!
what the CRAP? 14-7
Oh... ok... so we're just not going to score until there's three minutes left in the half. And then EVERYONE'S going to score. I think there were some people in the stands... um... let's just say everyone seems to be scoring.
Well... I'd like to say Carolina could get a field goal before half... but I don't see that happening.
Oh... ok... so we're just not going to score until there's three minutes left in the half. And then EVERYONE'S going to score. I think there were some people in the stands... um... let's just say everyone seems to be scoring.
Well... I'd like to say Carolina could get a field goal before half... but I don't see that happening.
OH A STEVE SMITH TOUCHDOWN!!! 7-7
Wow... that was one hell of a throw and catch. What a great answer to New England's touchdown. Wow... wow wow wow... Oh... I've got a good feeling about this game.
Wasn't Steve Smith a point guard for Michigan State? Um... it's a different Steve Smith, but, yes... you're so smart. (I think he's on the New Orleans Hornets right now)
Wow... that was one hell of a throw and catch. What a great answer to New England's touchdown. Wow... wow wow wow... Oh... I've got a good feeling about this game.
Wasn't Steve Smith a point guard for Michigan State? Um... it's a different Steve Smith, but, yes... you're so smart. (I think he's on the New Orleans Hornets right now)
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