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Friday, March 29, 2002
Goodbye Gabe
And good riddance. If you weren't such a tool, I wouldn't have to endure Sean and Rob for another week. But I suppose it's worth it to ensure that they go.
"I'm not here to play a game."
Oh shut up, perm-boy. Really.
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Thursday, March 28, 2002
Survivor
So last week the tribes were randomly reshuffled. Because of that, the kids at surviiivor.com decided to do the same thing. Luckily for me, it removed Rob from my team, which I was going to do anyway because he's a terrible human being and bad things should happen to him, but this way it didn't cost me any points.
So my new team, chosen randomly by the site people is: Kathy, Neleh, Paschal and Zoe. Not terrible. I would have liked to keep John and Tammy on my team, but it was totally worth it to get rid of Rob. And just like when the real tribes shift, I will still align myself with my original team, with the obvious exception of...Rob.
God, I hate him.
The episode is titled "The End of Innocence", so the consensus is that Rotu is finally going to lose a challenge. So I'm voting for Sean to be voted off. Because if there's anyone I hate more than Rob...it's Sean. What a waste of food on the island. The dude can't swim -- why did he want to be on Survivor...where there's always swimming? Hello? He just wanted to be on TV. And lay in the sun.
God I hate him too.
And until he is voted out, I'm voting for him. As soon as he's gone, Rob is #1 on my (to borrow a phrase coined by a crazy brazillian...) dark list.
You know how much I hate them? I'd sooner have dinner with Denzel than be in the same room with Rob or Sean.
That's a lot of hate.
3/28/2002 04:31:00 PM link
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It's My Website, I'll Be Gray If I Want To
So there. This is not a democracy. You don't get to vote on the background color of the page. So just because everyone is complaining, I'm going to leave it up for a few more days and all y'all will just have to deal.
How's that feel?
Yeah.
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Why Country Music Rocks
I can drink any woman pretty.
Just give me a bottle and enough time.
She may look like an ugly old heifer right now,
But one more round and that woman's gonna look just fine.
I have no idea who sings this song. I got it in an e-mail from The Amy. I'm sure the roommate knows, but she's asleep.
So this is what I say to all those people who don't like country music. How can you not like it with lyrics like that?
Really?
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Wednesday, March 27, 2002
My Trip to the Ghetto
Today my prop shopping took me all over the city. I drove up to Evanston and got some stuff, and then drove back home, south on Clark, knowing that there were a few stores that I wanted to check out.
One of them was the Clark Mall, just south of Howard, which promised 80% off furniture and mega deals on everything in over 50 stores. So I stopped in. Immediately I was transported to some Harlem-esque marketplace filled with stalls, not unlike the markets in India you see in movies, except with a lot more electronics, leather jackets and basketball shoes. And only half of the store owners were Indian. However, it became obvious quite early in my shopping that I was the only white person in the store. People stopped talking and stared at me curiously as I passed their stalls. I made my lap around the mall and left as quickly as I could. One might ask why I didn't turn around and go back the way I came. The answer is that I didn't want to walk back through the same groups of staring people. Not that I thought they were going to do anything to me.
I escaped unscathed and got back on Clark, continuing to drive south. After a few minutes I was in Edgewater looking for a store that I knew was going out of business. I went too far and had to turn around. I went down a friendly residential street and turned left. Then I had to wait at a stop light. While I waited, a small group of, lets call them "hoodlums", started yelling at each other. Although they were yelling in a friendly, joking way, my first instinct was to lock my doors, but then I realized that my door locks are loud and they would hear them which might provoke them to come to the car.
We don't want that.
The light turned green, and I made my second escape of the day. Although to be honest, neither of these were really escapes, because I was in no danger, especially in the middle of the day, but it always makes one nervous to be in a new part of town. Here are the lessons we have learned:
A) No matter how cool something looks, if it is just south of Howard, it is only an illusion of coolness.
B) Lock your car doors when you get in the car and then you don't have to worry about provoking hoodlums.
C) If you're going to explore unknown parts of the city, do it in the middle of the day.
Good thing the spirit of Russell was within me. We can always count on him to keep me safe.
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Tuesday, March 26, 2002
Thank You Russell
Obviously, Russell kicked Denzel's ass today, because things have gone much better. Not hellamad better or anything, but as far as days go, this one didn't suck.
Went to the accountant. Although he was kinda creepy, he managed to make it so I don't have to pay the government anything. Rock. And the money I'll get back should just about pay for the accountant. So I break even. Whatev. At least I don't have to pay hundreds of dollars.
Also fixed the wiper blade on my car. Yay.
Nothing else too exciting. Little things. We must take this time to rebuild from the devastion of the Oscars. It will take a while, but I think we can struggle through.
3/26/2002 09:34:00 PM link
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We Do.
Don't worry. We do. We always do. But it was hard to see through the pain.
Pray that tomorrow is a better day.
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Monday, March 25, 2002
More
Denzel's evil apparently reaches far and wide. Not only did one of my windshield wiper blades split on the way to the suburbs (in the snow...) but my answering machine has just died. Granted I've had it since senior year of high school, but I don't really have the money to go out and buy a new answering machine. Not that I have much choice.
Stupid Denzel.
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The Bitterness Continues
I wasted three hours and $.80 toll money to go to a suburb for an interview for a job that completely didn't match the description. And what's with all these companies that want to have preliminary interviews and then make you do homework before they hire you? This one wanted me to shadow some marketing dude in the field for a day.
The interviewer doesn't even own a computer. What is that? How do you run a company with no technology? I'm so not working there.
I can't help but blame this all on Denzel.
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Proof of Sadness
The Roommate and I took some pictures. To prove my sadness for the loss we've all suffered.
Impotent and out of control...I have no more words.
Oh wait. Here's some. Screw you Denzel.
It should have been you up there, Russell. We all know it.
On the happier note...we enjoy that Halle won. Even though that means Nicole could not. Here's more proof.
This may go on for a while. Be prepared.
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Conversation from the Office
The Roommate: We should probably rent Training Day.
Me: F*ck Training Day. I'm not going to watch that.
Yeah. That's how mad I am.
3/25/2002 12:04:00 AM link
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That's Not Cool.
Yeah. I don't have a whole lot to say about that. At least Jennifer and Ron won. And it beat out stupid Lord of the Rings for Best Picture.
Stupid Denzel. He just said himself that he "certainly didn't think he'd get it for Training Day." Well then why did you give it to him?
Why?
Feel the sadness with the downtrodden gray background and a montage of Russell pics that I stole from someone else's site. Sad.
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Sunday, March 24, 2002
Aww.
The winner of the cute award for this hour goes to my mom. She just called to tell me that Silas from Survivor: Africa is one of the model dudes on the Oscars. And this is what she said:
"Did you see that guy standing next to J.Lo.?"
My mom said J.Lo. Love.
3/24/2002 10:28:00 PM link
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Conversation From the Living Room
The Roommate: I am so over this sh*t!
Me: I like how you say that during the Humanitarian award.
3/24/2002 09:28:00 PM link
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From the Roommate
At least we saw Whoopi in a can-can outfit. What more can one ask for . . .
From Micky
See what happens when I leave this screen open? Luckily for all of you, I was able to do some spelling corrections...
3/24/2002 08:42:00 PM link
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Stupid Movie Montages
Why did we just spend 3 minutes watching a movie about documentaries? And why was it underscored with Let It Be?
3/24/2002 08:40:00 PM link
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Nerves
This is more than I can take. I would want Russell to win anyway, and I can't stand Denzell, but after seeing A Beautiful Mind, I wanted Russell to win even more and Jennifer and Ron to win and the whole movie to take home Best Picture.
Watching Jennifer's category was nerve-wracking enough. There's no way I'm going to be able to handle Best Actor. It's going to be like when Kristi Yamaguchi would skate. I could never do it. I was so worried she would fall.
Go Russell, Go!
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Saturday, March 23, 2002
Chicago Fun
I'm working on some pictures that I took last night (and will be taking tonight...), but that requires too much work on my part for a sunny Saturday, so you'll have to wait. To entice you, here's a fun picture of Dr. Jeff (ha!). Take special note of the artwork on the wall behind him. Oh Codys.
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Way #8 to Tell That Micky Watches Too Much Friends
You know the episode where the gang throws Rachel two surprise parties, one with her mother and one with her father? My favorite part is when her dad comes into the apartment when he's not supposed to be there, and they send him across the hall, because the first room is just the "staging area".
I don't know why this is so funny to me, but every time they say it I must laugh.
Anyway. Proof of my obsession. Right. For some reason, our house is filled with staging areas of its own. We have a magazine staging area (that started the whole thing...), the blank video tape staging area, the starch staging area on top of the refrigerator (featuring chips, crackers, hamburger buns and four ziploc bags filled with bread because we had to cut open the original bags for the proof of purchases...) and a banana staging area which is located on our kitchen counter and consists of a roll of gaff tape. Like so.
Nothing is really being staged, but we still call it that.
Friends rules.
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Friday, March 22, 2002
The Dilemma
So I already buy Men's Health every month. (Who doesn't like a little health?) So it only makes sense for me to have a subscription and pay less for it. Now here's the problem. All the little subscription cards have different free gifts. Now I definitely want something free out of the deal, but I have to figure out what free thing I want. Here are the options...
The Sex of Your Dreams -- FREE
Train Your Way to Better Health -- FREE
10 Minute Guy Meals -- FREE
101 Men's Health Secrets -- FREE
10 FREE Power Reports
This is a lot to think about. I want to make the right choice. Let me know what you think.
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Thursday, March 21, 2002
Technical Difficulties
I don't know what was up with Blogger yesterday, but there were a few hours when The Digital Micky was asleep or something, because no one could get to the home page. Weird. But everything should be working just fine now.
Which is more than I can say for my Survivor team. I've never been filled with this much hatred towards any of the players before...but I hope Shawn and Rob get eaten by an alligator or something. Really, they are pretty much worthless human beings (he says from his cloud of judgement while wearing a bathrobe in his office on the second story of the house in Chicago after waking up at 10:30 with no TV cameras on him...).
(I'm self aware.)
But don't they realize that they're on TV? That if they do stuff like that, millions of people will see it? It's not like they're throwing fits on QVC. They're throwing fits on a top ten network show. So stupid.
But then, these are the same people that voted off Hunter. I'm glad for Gina. She deserved a break.
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Wednesday, March 20, 2002
Survivor
I have no idea what's going to happen tonight. The major speculation is that there will be some sort of "weather related incident" instead of tribe restructuring. Frankly, I'm ready to see a third tribe made. They've been talking about it for the last two seasons.
So because I'm so unsure about the outcome of tonight's events, I'm keeping my picks under wraps. But I had to add to my team, since Hunter (stupid stupid stupid) lost me some points last week. Even though I can't stand him, I chose Gabe to take his place.
We'll see.
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Frank's Kitchen
Well, it's about time. I finally saw the Trading Spaces kitchen that everyone went so insane over. While I wouldn't necessarily want my kitchen to look like that, it was pretty cool. It was a Mexican theme with a sarappi on the ceiling. I have no idea how to spell sarappi, but it's fun to say. (Kind of like Agamemnon.)
Here's the link...check out the change. (Go to Oregon: Alsea Court and click on "Frank's Room")
Frank usually does me wrong with his flowers and trees and weird paintings of Renaissance minstrels, but this time he did a nice job. I always support any room that features chips and salsa, which, ironically, is what I was eating as I watched.
I hear tell that there has since been another amazing kitchen. I'm looking forward to seeing it.
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Just For the Roommate
I took this picture for the sole purpose of having my hand near my head, a big pet peeve of the roommate. My excuse is that I was sleepy and my hand is actually holding my head up.
Fun isn't it? You wouldn't think a guy like that would fall down stairs.
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Tuesday, March 19, 2002
Lame
I was going to go to the library tomorrow.
No. I'm going to a movie.
But first I'm going to kick the roommate's ass for standing here and poking me.
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Monday, March 18, 2002
Ow.
My last show was today. So we went out to dinner afterwards. My original plan for St. Patrick's Day was to go out, since I've never gotten to go out. But apparently Sunday night is not going out night. The Saturday before takes precedence. Harsh.
The point was...I was not where I wanted to be at 8:00 tonight. I got home and had just washed my face, when the phone rang. It was one of my friends at the bar, waiting for me...and a blind date to show up. And he was going to be there in five minutes. And I wanted to be there before he came. So I hung up grabbed my coat, and ran for the door...
And fell down the stairs.
I don't hurt now, but I have a feeling tomorrow is going to be a little painful. You know what else will be painful tomorrow? My thumbs...after a harsh 18 holes on Golden Tee 2000. But I made it to the bar in time, so maybe it was worth it.
I'm not going to bother talking about this dude, since me falling down the stairs is much funnier. Believe me. It was.
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Sunday, March 17, 2002
Sting+Micky=BFF
A few nights ago I had a weird dream. Sting and Trudy were about to have another baby. And for some reason, it was very important to me that they name the child either Anastasia...or Agamemnon.
Agamemnon. Say it. It's fun. Agamemnon.
Don't ask why I chose these two names. Don't ask why it was so important that they use one of these names. Don't ask how I was able to give Sting such orders. Don't ask why I dreamed about Sting's children two days before I watched the Friends episode with Sting's wife.
Don't ask any of these things, because I don't know.
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Saturday, March 16, 2002
Oops.
So last night at the bar, I inadvertantly gave out the digits. Not that I minded...she was definitely worthy of having the digits...but it wasn't the smooth transaction that a guy would hope for. Here's how it happened...
Canadian Dylan is looking for an apartment. She said, "Let me give you my landlord's number," and pulls out her cell phone. And I say (to CD, although I'm standing next to her...), "Let me give you mine too," because my landlord is cool and might have some other houses, and we'd talked about him moving into the apartment below us earlier that night.
But I left out that part, because then she says "OK," and types my name into her phone and waits for the number. So I give it to her.
I'm pretty sure that's not how that's supposed to work.
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Friday, March 15, 2002
Ew.
Tropicana popsicles. Not good. Stay away from them.
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Thursday, March 14, 2002
Snowhouse Revisited
The questions that has been on everyone's mind for months has finally been answered. Remember the snow house?
Well, they've finally taken it all down. Only to replace it with something a little more springy! Observe...
And it doesn't end there...here's a picture of the car...which always looks this way...
Oh Chicago. My neighborhood rules.
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Wednesday, March 13, 2002
Props to Oxy-Clean
We had some hard-core stains around the house. Oxy-clean got rid of all of them.
Rock.
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Stupid Instincts
Why why why didn't I listen to my gut? I had bad vibes about Hunter from the beginning, but Sarah was such a tool, that she didn't leave me much choice. As soon as I started watching tonight, I knew Hunter was going home.
And with the tribe thing, I was just going with laws of probability. Stupid laws. So, in advance, I'm saying that Maraamu will win immunity next week, because it's just too harsh for them to lose four in a row.
What gets me is the stupidness of the Maraamu alliance. Why do people like Shawn? He sucks so hardcore it's not even funny. If I hear one more thing about him being black I will throw something at my TV. OK...I'll throw a pillow, because you know he'll pull Harlem into whatever anyhow.
I wonder what the big scandal is next week. I wonder who I'm going to put on my team now that Hunter is gone. Hmm.
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Survivor (On a Special Night!)
I just finished watching Episode 2. Hopefully that is the last episode that the parents will have to mail up, since the show is over on Sunday. I just took some fun pictures of the neighborhood, but you'll have to wait until tomorrow. Survivor must take precedence.
Micky's Picks
Reward: Rotu
Immunity: Maraamu
Booted: Kathy
And I've jumped on the bandwagon, and taken Sarah off my team. She was just costing me too many points. And although I don't think Hunter will make it to the merger (and I still can't stand his clothes...), he'll at least give me some points.
So the team is now: Hunter, Rob, John and Tammy.
I can't help but wonder if Kathy is the clear choice to go. Maybe the editing has just made her look really bad, and she'll get better. Weren't some people like that last time? I forget. I've slept since then.
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Tuesday, March 12, 2002
"Fuck! Aren't You Glad He Was Born?"
Ah...the immortal words of Sally, my college dance teacher. (See, it's in quotes, so I don't feel bad about the cussing...) In looking for music for the show I'm sound designing, I stumbled across a track by Redbone: Come and Get Your Love.
I love this song. It brings me one of few happy dance class memories. We would stand in two lines and just dance to each other. Just get our grooves on. Now I don't generally have much groove, although I was aware of my pubis (get your mind out of the gutter people...), but this song always seemed to make everyone bring it on home.
I'm not talking early 90's Real McCoy...I'm talking Redbone. Old Skool in every sense of the word.
While we were dancing, Sally would be in the front of the room in her cowboy boots and leg warmers, getting her own special groove on. With one hand above her pubis and the other pointing to the wall, she would lean and sway and kick, counting in her own strange rhythm.
Try and keep a steady beat in your head as I attempt to recreate this. Ready? One. Two. Three. Four. One. Two. Three. Four. (keep the beat going...) One. Two. Three. Four. And One. And Two. And Three. Four five six seven eight. And Two. And Three. And Six. And Seven. One Two Three. Six Seven Eight. And One. And One. And One.
Do you see? Maybe you don't. Unless you went through ear training I & II, your rhythm reading might be a little rusty. Maybe you get the point that Sally made up her own music. While the real music was playing. But she had a good time doing it.
So yes. I am glad that Redbone was born. And you should be too.
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Mojo
OK, boys and girls, we have a group interview tomorrow at noon downtown. I need some luck...ovbiously last time you sent the mojo, something worked, because this is for the job that I spelled Marketing wrong on the cover letter. Send some more.
I'm not looking forward to this. I have to iron.
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Monday, March 11, 2002
Grrr.
I've decided that spending most of the day in a really bad mood is an effective way to get absolutely nothing done. Not even the white chocolate pudding I made was able to dispel the cloud of bitterness that has descended upon our house.
I got some work done only because there was nothing else for me to do. At least, nothing else that I felt like doing.
I might just call it a day and go to bed. At 11:00.
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Blacklisted Micky
I feel so House Un-American right now. The Roommate is going to see a play tonight. Normally, since I have Mondays off, I would go too. But the theatre she's going to happens to be the same theatre where I possibly blew a couple of dimmers (the power source for stage lights...) in an impromptu lighting design a few months ago.
I probably could go...but I'm not because A) the dude who runs the theatre is really scary, and B) he might try to blame me for the poor quality of his lighting system.
On a completely unrelated note, I'm listening to some Shakira and I'm a little less than enamored. I liked When Ever, Where Everm but the rest of her English songs are not so much. Makes me feel a little bad for all the people who wander onto the site by looking for Shakira lyrics.
Makes me feel a little bad for all the poor saps who will find this entry looking for the same thing, since I put all the right words in here. Oh well. The more the merrier.
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O Canada
So tonight a new friend, heretofore refered to as "Canadian Chris" (there's also a Canadian Dylan, but he wasn't there tonight, so he gets no formal recognition...), explained to me why it was so easy for terrorists to come to the US through Canada. "She's like that easy b*tch in the bar. She knows she's easy...everyone else knows she's easy...and everyone's OK with it."
Makes sense to me.
What doesn't make sense is why, when we walk into Cody's, is everyone sitting silently watching the 9/11 special on the news? Is the bar really a place for this sort of entertainment? It was a somber atmosphere indeed.
Until I kicked some dart ass.
Well...only for the first two games...I used up all my skill and luck on one shot at the end of game two, when I got two corks, when it really counted. So the last two games were pretty much not good at all.
Oh darts.
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Saturday, March 09, 2002
Colorgenics
What else will those crazy Brits come up with? Actually, I'm just assuming that they're British, because they use the word "colour" a lot. But not in the title. Weird.
Anyway...go to the site. It's a personality test type thing that reads what you're thinking based on the colors you choose. Mine was pretty much right on. The other people that I've talked to have said the same thing. It's cool.
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Friday, March 08, 2002
Ionization Part II
OK...my point kind of got lost in the battle yesterday. It was not that smoking should be outlawed everywhere and smokers should be forced to huddle furtively in back alleys or anything. I was simply saying that it sucks for me that all of my friends smoke, and so I have the choice of inhaling all the second hand fliz and being with my friends, or having completely healthy lungs and sitting at home watching tapes of Friends alone.
As far as the distinction between drinking and smoking and the public legalization of both...the negative effects of each vice, although not the same, are equal. It's the same with gamling or porn. Other people can be hurt by anything that is an addiction.
But smoking is the only one that makes my clothes smell bad. Sure, once in a blue moon, you'll get a beer spilled on your sleeve, and that doesn't really help the cleanliness of an outfit, but on the whole, I emerge from a bar, only smelling like smoke and the liquor that I consumed. I don't smell like all the liquor drank by the people I'm with. Any damage done to my liver was done of my own accord. I don't get a hangover because Bob on the stool next to me tasted a little too much of the sauce.
I do accept that going to a bar means that I will most likely be around smokiness. But if my friends didn't smoke in said bar, I would not be sitting in the middle of a smoke-filled cloud that hovers over the group all night, thus cutting down on the residual odor.
So. Smoke if you want. I don't care. Technically, I don't have to be around you. I choose to. But maybe Helsinki Sarah's idea is a good one. A smoke-free evening might be a fun time. (Actually, I know it would be a fun time for me...but I'm saying it might be a fun time for all those that I call "Smoky" too.)
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Thursday, March 07, 2002
A Little More Mojo Please
So it turns out that two of the e-mails I sent out didn't include the resume attachment. I had to resend them. And in one of them, I spelled "Marketing" wrong.
Great.
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Mojo For Micky
I've applied to a number of jobs today. Any luck, goodwill and crossed fingers you can send my way is much appreciated.
3/07/2002 03:51:00 PM link
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Chicago Reader: Job Listing
AWESOME BIRKENSTOCK STORE in Wilmette has part-time positions available. Terrific product, great people and exceptional work environment! Candidates must have a positive attitude and enjoy helping customers.
Candidates must also have a poor fashion sense and be willing to wear socks with our products in the winter.
I'm sure I have many a reader who wears the forsaken sandal. Compain about how harsh I am all you want. I still love you. From the ankles up.
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Smoke and Ionization
Use of the word "Ionization" will make it
look like I paid attention in AP Chem
Last night (after leaving the bar) I counted the number of my Chicago friends that don't smoke. And the whopping number is...
1
Yeah. If I go out at all, I'm pretty much guaranteed to come home smelling like an ashtray. And after the Christmas party it violates me to be around so much smoke. Luckily, I haven't had an instance quite that extreme, but it's still violating.
After LIJ was here, I had to do laundry because everything I owned smelled, not just of smoke...but of stale smoke, from sitting in my closet. Febreze will only do so much, you know?
Love to all my friends, but really. You know all that stuff about how smoking kills you? It's pretty much all true.
Oooh. That reminds me. There's a bar in Chicago (which was featured on Wild On Windy City on E!) that uses some sort of ionization thingy that prevents clothes from smelling like smoke. That'd be nice. It would also prevent my hair from smelling like smoke and my desk chair from smelling like smoke after anyone sits in it after going out.
I'm going to buy some air freshener now.
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Wednesday, March 06, 2002
Oh. I Get It.
So this is what it's like to get up early and go to work. I'm not sure I like it.
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Tuesday, March 05, 2002
How To Spell Micky's Name
It should be fairly obvious, considering that the proper spelling is all over the page, but some people still can't figure it out.
Or some people (who shall remain nameless...) think it's funny to spell it the wrong way. (Check out the comments from the past few entries to see what I mean...)
Never mind...he's not going to remain nameless...because as I said in a comment earlier today, his new nickname is "Loser Iowa Joe". AND he forgets that I can go into the comments and fix the spelling. Actually...I can go into the comments and delete him entirely...so until there is a spelling apology, I might just have to banish Loser Iowa Joe from MickyWorld.
How Napoleonic.
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Monday, March 04, 2002
Micky is Cold
It's been a cold day here in MickyWorld. It all started with the walk to the eL this morning. Iowa Joe took home my scarf by accident, so my neck was cold...and Target only sells "trendy" stocking caps as opposed to functional stocking caps, so my ears were also cold.
Airport=cold. Plane=cold. Lunch at Chili's=yum (and cold). Sitting in the living room watching TV=cold.
There are plans to buy me a new scarf as well as a hat, and maybe some warm socks. I think I'll be drawing the line at long underwear, because I don't need anything that makes me look bulkier than I already am.
I do feel better, though, every time I think, "Well...at least I'm not in Finland."
3/04/2002 05:58:00 PM link
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Sunday, March 03, 2002
bored.
I'm so bored, it's not even funny. So bored that I can't be bothered to capitalize the word bored at the top of the post. I look at sites that are amusing and I think that I should post them...but then that turns into work, and I'm not in the mood to work.
Flying to KC tomorrow. Woo.
3/03/2002 10:41:00 PM link
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Saturday, March 02, 2002
A Beautiful Mind
I was all set to write something about these dudes in the front row of the movie theatre, who were obviously together, but who had to leave seats between them so no one would think they were (shhh....don't say it out loud...) gay or something...
And there was something else that annoyed me, but I don't remember it now. Because the movie was amazing and took away everything else that was on my mind. So amazing, that even after I left the theatre, I welled up a little, just thinking about it at random times, like opening my front door.
I'm not going to ruin it for you. Go see it. It will make your day.
3/02/2002 04:51:00 PM link
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Friday, March 01, 2002
The Director's Dream
Part of my job as a stage manager is to ensure that the artistic integrity of the show I'm working does not change at all during the run (a seven week run for this particular show...). Rarely, if ever, does anything change. But this has not stopped the director from worrying. So much so, that she had a dream about it last night.
Our stage is currently gray. In her dream I had painted it orange. For some reason, in the dream, she is sitting with me in the booth (like there's room for another person...) and is crying as she watches all the changes that we've made without her. And I keep looking at her saying, "No. It's better this way." She is concerned when she sees that the two main characters have added a funeral scene for their lost daughter, punctuated by the opening of two cans of Bud Light. To which I reply, "Just wait until you see the Promenade Scene."
Ha. The Promenade Scene features a cast of 80 people, circus animals, clowns, and a cameo by Johnny Carson trooping across the stage. My artistic justification for this is that they represent the walk to the concentration camp, enacted in Act I. Johnny Carson is just an extra perk. And everyone loved it.
Wow. Just think. I could paint the set, find 80 people (and circus animals...not to mention Johnny Carson...) and have a whole new play that will win all sorts of awards. But that would require me doing extra work.
Yeah. Like that'll happen.
3/01/2002 10:58:00 PM link
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We Do.
Just talked to Iowa Joe. He said he liked the new Survivor Micky, but then he was all "You still have the 'Yeah. We do.'"
I told him that no matter what the Micky, we still do.
Yeah.
3/01/2002 02:11:00 PM link
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The Friday Five
Everyone else does it...and it means I don't have to think for a while...
1. What's your favorite vacation spot? Pompano Beach, FL. More specifically, the Ebb Tide Hotel. Especially when it's snowing here. Like it's supposed to tonight. A lot.
2. Where do you consider to be the biggest hell-hole on earth? Jacksonville, FL. I feel sorry for all the people that live there.
3. What would be your dream vacation? A couple of weeks in Florida: beach, Disney, keys, whatever...
4. If you could go on a road-trip with anyone, who would it be and why? Road trips are always fun with the roommate, and Iowa Joe is good for some laughs too.
5. What are your plans for this weekend? I think my big exciting plans are to do nothing at all. I have the show all weekend, but other than that, there will most likely be no extraneous fun. I ain't gots the coin to hit the town swingin' if you know what I mean.
3/01/2002 02:06:00 PM link
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Young Love
I don't know if it's the false spring we have every few weeks, but visions of the L word seem to be popping up all around me. First there are the two friends (who everyone guessed incorrectly, so stop trying...) having the shack lab. And now another one, whom we'll refer to only as my "young friend", has officially begun "dating" another young friend of the female persuasion. (She doesn't get a special name though.)
Actually, the term that my young friend tried to use is that they were "dating buddies". I told him this was inappropriate. You're either "dating" or you're "buddies". You can't have both. Yes, one should be friends with the one that one dates. One might even be buddies. But to combine these words in one tidy label does nothing but confuse.
I attribute this confusion to the youngness of said young friend. (Oooh. Let's just call him YF. That'll be fun too.) YF is a mere cub in the ways of the heart. In an attempt to create a label-less relationship, he succeeded only in making a stranger and more limiting label. The term "dating" can imply pretty much anything from coffee to hella shack lab. When you throw in the "buddies" part, you move into "beer and playstation" territory.
The fun part of this is that YF would never have met this fair young lass had it not been for me and another friend. I think there should be some presents involved for the two of us. Fate can only go so far.
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