Ok, so not really... someone stuck this on me. :) Proud to support female blogging!
All in Random Stuff
I know I'm going to have to reset my catagories. I'm realizing that most of my blogs fit into like eight catagories and then I've also got both a "Friends and Outings" and "Outings and Friends" catagory. I don't know how that happened. So I'm at the airport now, shelling out another six bucks for 60 minutes of TMobile wireless. Actually, I don't mind it, because I use it sparingly, since DTUT covers me pretty well in terms of wireless usage.
I was reading apophenia and she commented on the nature of the blogger/audience interaction...
"For me, the plausible deniability invoked in blogging is strong. I can convince myself that i write for me and me alone ::wink:: and convince myself to be shocked when i receive feedback. I can check my stats, but those are just numbers - nameless, faceless people. Yet, here i am, speaking to nameless, faceless people, only i'm required by this situation to convince myself that you do really exist, even if i cannot see you. In this situation, i have the expectation that i am a face to you and you're just an assumption to me. It really brings life to the idea that i'm just a talking head."
She's actually studying the socialogy behind blogs and social networking over the web, among other things and she writes some really thoughtful stuff. Her archives go back to 1997, making her the earliest blogger I know.
This trip was fantastic for me. I feel reenergized. Beware my next big project. I hadn't actually taken a real non-family vacation since.... well, I can't actually remember. Perhaps it dates all the way back to when Deirg and I went to Jill's wedding. This vacation thing could be a good thing, even if I am enjoying my life. Sometimes, its good to get a restart.
So, I'm looking at my fellow passengers waiting to get on. These are all the cheap people, because there was a $200 difference between the red eye and the afternoon flight. I'm debating what will make me sleep easier.... light food or a big turkey sandwich. Either way, even if I don't get good sleep, I'm heading straight to the gym when I get into the city. That will make me feel better. I'm looking forward to that post-gym shower. Ok, boarding soon. I gotta figure out what zone I am.
Oh, PS... Good for the Scott Peterson jury. We all knew he was guilty. Of course, I still can't figure out how, where, when, or why... but I suppose that doesn't matter. You know some goofball will marry him while he's in prison, too.
Last night, I found a spot on the right side of the street for today, making it six consecutive days of alternate side parking that I have found a spot. Four times, I found the spot in the morning on the day of, and twice the night before. Manhattanites with cars will appreciate this. Everyone else... just trust me that this is truely a personal triumph. :)
This just speaks for itself. Classic male.
"You wanna know what we're thinking? I'll tell you what we're thinking... Nothing. We're not thinking anything. We're just walkin' around, lookin' around. Our minds are a complete blank." -Seinfeld
This is photographic proof that if I went colorblind one day, dressing would not be a problem. Think I have enough grey t-shirts? What's that blue one doing in there? That doesn't belong there.
Link: TRENDWATCHING.COM Newsletter | Global Consumer and Marketing Trends | April 2005.
Thanks to Liesbeth den Toom for pointing me in the direction of the permalink for Trendwatching. They've got an interesting site up and this month's newsletter highlighted "Tryvertising". The idea: "Give me free stuff and if I like it, I'll keep using it." Sure, we've gotten little packets of shampoo in the mail, but did you know that there are some hotels that will let you drive around in a Maybach for free? I hope this catches on, because I'm all about free stuff. That's how I got hooked on Fresh Direct. They had this free $50 of groceries offer and I'm all about food, so it was a can't miss. Now, I don't think I've bought groceries in a regular supermarket more than twice. The other day, I ordered mangos. No mangos in Gristides... at least nothing that looked like a mango anyway. We used to do the same thing at GM when people tried to sell us data services or research. The message: Get us hooked! Not enough companies are doing that.
I first heard Mitch Hedberg on the XM Radio comedy station. I think the first think I heard him say was that he wanted to be a race car passenger that bugs the driver.
"Say man, can I turn on the radio? You should slow down. Why do we gotta keep going in circles? Man, you really like Tide ..."
I thought the Tide thing was hilarious and from then on, I was hooked. I saw him on Comedy Central once... hair in front of his face, just barely audible, deadpan delivery. Think of what Steven Wright would be if he looked like Kurt Cobain, and he was more random. That was Mitch Hedberg. I missed it, but apparently they found him in a hotel room in Minnesota two weeks ago. I'm really sorry to see this guy go. I was actually online looking for tickets to shows and they had an announcement on his site. Here are some other Mitch quotes:
I hope the next time I move I get a real easy phone number. Something like, 222-2222. I would say sweet. People would say, "Mitch, how do I get a hold of you?" I would say, "Press 2 for a while, and when I answer, you will know that you have pressed 2 enough."
I think Pringles' initial intention was to make tennis balls. But on the day that the rubber was supposed to show up, a big truckload of potatoes arrived. But Pringles was a laid-back company. They said "Fuck it. Cut 'em up."
I get the Reese's candy bar. If you read that name Reese's thats an apostrophe S. Reese's apostrophe S at the end of that name. That means the candy bar is his. I didn't know that. Next time you're eating a Reese's candy bar and a guy name Reese comes by and says "let me have that", you better hand it over. "I'm sorry, Reese. I didn't think I'd ever run into you."
I was in a bar, minding my own business, and this guy came up to me and said, "You're gonna have to move, you're blocking a fire exit." As though if there was a fire, I wasn't gonna run. If you're flammable and have legs, you are never blocking a fire exit.
When you go to a restaurant on the weekends and it's busy they start a waiting list. They start calling out names, they say "Dufrane, party of two. Dufrane, party of two." And if no one answers they'll say their name again. "Dufrane, party of two, Dufrane, party of two." But then if no one answers they'll just go right on to the next name. "Bush, party of three." Yeah, but what happened to the Dufranes? No one seems to give a shit. Who can eat at a time like this - people are missing. You fuckers are selfish... the Dufranes are in someone's trunk right now, with duct tape over their mouths. And they're hungry! That's a double whammy. We need help. Bush, search party of three! You can eat when you find the Dufranes.
Perhaps someday I can tell you where this picture is from. Maybe... hmm.. Valentine's Day? If you knew, you'd understand how fitting this message is.
I figured I'd take the picture now just for the record before I have to shovel the letters out of the snow....
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