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Sunday, September 29, 2002
The Walk
I was driving around today, doing some shopping for a show, and I saw a herd of people around my age (to be fair, as I am getting on in years, these youngsters were maybe 21-22...) walking down the street. Normally this causes no second glance, because there are people around my age walking in big groups down the street all the time. I myself have been in more than one of these so-called "groups".
(OK, they actually are groups, but I wanted to use the words "so-called". I thought it'd be fun. You think so too.)
Anyway. Here's what was weird. It was 9 am. They were all dressed nice (not a flip flop among them...). They were all carrying Bibles.
They were going to church.
Now I'm not one to judge. I have no problems with people that go to church. I admire them for their committment. Getting up on a weekday is hard enough, but I can't imagine waking up when you don't actually have to go somewhere to get paid.
The point is...are we missing something? Those of us that don't get all dessed up on a Sunday morning and trot to a house of worship will a herd of our similarly-clad friends? Those of us that don't even own a Bible? They all looked so happy. Is that something that we should be a part of?
I'm sure that the Latter Day Saints and all those other people who make commercials that are meant to touch your heart (but only serve to annoy when you realize what it's about...) think so.
I have some friends who go to church, but they don't really seem all that different. They don't shine with the light of the Lord or anything. So is there any difference?
It's something I wonder about once in a while. Like maybe if I walked into a church some Sunday morning (or let's be realistic here...Sunday afternoon...) all of my questions about life and stuff would be answered. I would understand why people honk their horns when there is no reason. I would understand how time seems to disappear when the one thing I need is more of it. I would understand why someone stole the bench I was going to borrow from a theatre the night before I went to pick it up.
I have a feeling that all my questions won't be answered if I walk in the doors. So that's why I don't go. I'm impatient. I want fast results.
Who doesn't like a little instant gratification?
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The Dilemma
I'm hungry. It's midnight. I'm about to go to bed. I know you're not supposed to eat right before bed. (Jeremy says so, so it must be true...have you seen his abs?) But I'm hungry. I can't sleep when I'm hungry. I'll just lay there thinking "I wish I could eat. I'm so hungry. I'll just have toast tomorrow. Mmm...toast. I could have toast right now. It would only take a minute. And some milk...oh wait, I'm out of milk...I could just get up and run to Jewel. I have to get some things for tomorrow anyway...this would save time..."
It's a sticky wicket, I must tell you.
Even worse, I have nothing even remotely protein-oriented in the house. Aren't carbs the worst thing you can eat before sleeping? I need to fire up a chicken breast or something. But alas...all I have is chips...and crackers...and fruit...
Sigh. It's too much. I had to eat something. I ate the last three pieces of chocolate from that box of Belgian goodness (I couldn't let them go bad...they were way to expensive for that...), and some graham crackers and applesauce. I suppose it could be worse. I could be eating chips and salsa. But I've already done that twice today...and now I'm out of salsa.
The irony is that I just got a free gym membership close to the theatre for six months.
Mmmm...chips.
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Friday, September 27, 2002
The Result
See what happens when I don't wear the shirt? I get a parking ticket.
Stupid parking laws. Stupid valets. Stupid people who can afford valets.
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Thursday, September 26, 2002
The Stupidity
The T-Shirt was not enough to prevent me from going the wrong way down a one way street today.
Yes. Dumb.
The cop who was coming the right direction thought so too. Luckily, he laughed about it and told me to turn off before someone hit me.
Although I suppose J-Love is the reason he didn't give me a ticket...
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Wednesday, September 25, 2002
The Shirt
I've decided that my new Jennifer Love Hewitt T-shirt (procured by the pretty Kate) is lucky. It was a long day of mishaps yesterday, but as soon as I put on my J-Love shirt, everything turned around. Examples:
B.J.S. (Before J-Love Shirt) Tried to steal software from the internet. Couldn't find it anywhere. Not even the old versions that are supposedly free to download and use.
A.J.S. (After...you get the idea...) Used someone else's computer. They had a CD burner. I burned their software right off, and installed it on my machine with zero problems.
B.J.S. Found a cheap place flight to KC. Missed the deadline because of internet hoo-haa.
A.J.S. Found another flight for only $7 more (as opposed to the twice as more on the official site). Bought it. Got the confirmation today. Rock.
I'm wearing her again today (don't worry...I only wore her for a few hours last night...it's OK), so the luck had better keep on coming. I might actually need to wash her every night and wear her all week. I'm going to need it.
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Tuesday, September 24, 2002
The Night
Buffy. Season. Premiere. Tonight.
It's almost more than I can handle.
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Monday, September 23, 2002
The Band
No, not my band. SS&D won't be on tour again for quite a while. But some of the chiropractors have a band, and I made their website.
Go check it out!
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The Morning
It's inappropriate for me to be awake so early.
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Friday, September 20, 2002
The Move
Check out my guest appearance at A Rock In My Shoe! Yay!
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Thursday, September 19, 2002
The Premiere
(or why I won't be at work tonight...)
OK. Let's talk Survivor. My mom and I are so obsessed, it's not even funny. Thursday nights are very stressful for me...there's a lot of TV to be watching all at the same time. I need Tivo. Sigh.
But I digress. Micky's Survivor picks:
My Fantasy Team: Jed (who looks like Colby from S2), Brian (who was in soft-core porn movies...c'mon, I had to pick him), Tanya (who just looks fun to hang out with) and Stephanie (because she's a firefighter and I know too many of them not to support.)
I'm guessing that John is going to be booted off first, mostly because he's really creepy. I don't know how many episodes I can stand to watch if he's in there. There will also be much talk of Texas, since many of the contestants are from the Lone Star state. And I predict that there will be a sing-a-long (a hootenanny, if you will...) with Brian and his guitar.
We'll see.
If you want to play, you can go to surviiivor.com and sign up for Mediiia Whore. If enough people join, we can have a league...and win fun prizes...woo prizes!
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The Cruise
The ex and I were "Cruising for Pleasure" on the boat that she sings on. We were seated in first class. It was hot.
I've never had one of those champagne cooler things next to my table. It was filled with free-flowing champagne and lots of fancy water. (The bottle was pretty, but it's water....why put on airs? As long as it's filtered between Lake Michigan and my mouth, then it's all the same...) We had the regular three course dinner, but we also had a pre-appetizer appetizer (I think it was quiche...whatever it was, it was good...) and the post-dessert dessert. I don't know what you'd call those. I call them yum.
We did some Spanish dancing and when the ex took the stage for the electric slide (I refuse to dance to a song featuring the words "boogie woogie woogie") she made one of the "professional" performers completely lose her place. Obviously she was flustered to be in the presence of such greatness...).
And the best part? All of it was free.
That's right, people.
Free.
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Wednesday, September 18, 2002
The Song: #2
What could be more fun than Micky Singing in Romanian?
Not a lot.
I learned this song yesterday morning so we could record it in the evening. (It's just over a minute, so it might take a sec to download...)
Rock.
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The Longest Day: Part II
Yup. Still working...
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Tuesday, September 17, 2002
The Longest Day
Up at 6. At the theatre by 7:30. In Evanston. Work till 2. Run errans before meeting at 4. In the city. Go to meeting. Go back to theatre in Evanston. Finish learning Romanian on the way. Work till building closes at 11. Go back home. Finish friends' new website. Finish other friend's new website. Go to bed.
Sigh.
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Monday, September 16, 2002
The Song
Crummy DSL has prevented me from updating as much as I would have liked to this weekend. Grrr...
Anyway. Last night, a bunch of us were talking about this musical the ex and I were in our junior year of college. The last song is called "If We Only Have Love".
Sappy, yes, but a good song, nonetheless. Especially after we changed the lyrics. We tried singing it last night, but a lot of it came out as laughter. Part of the irony is that we wrote this over three years ago. Fun.
You be the judge.
If We Only Have Pie
By Micky and Allison
If we only have pie
Then no more will we cry
And we’ll surely get by
All we need is more pie.
If we only have cake
Then no war will we make
No more lives will we take
After our KC Strip steak.
If we just have ice cream
Then no more will we scheme.
We can live out our dreams
We can be what we seem.
If we have chocolate
Then no more will we fret
And more love will we get
All we need is chocolate.
If we only have sweets
Then our lives will be neat
No more love will we need
Cause we’ll all be complete.
If we only have coke
Then the guns will not smoke
We’ll embrace different strokes
And no more will we croak.
If we only have pop
All the fighting will stop
We can grow all our crops
And no more will we drop.
If we have bread and jam
Then no more will we slam
All the people of Nam
We can ride on a tram.
If we have more honey
Life will be more sunny
Yeah this song’s really funny
We should make lots of money.
If we only have food
We’ll be in a good mood
And we’ll have fortitude
Listen to me dude.
Then with nothing but food
All the food that there is
We can say that our joy
Is yours and mine and hers and his.
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Saturday, September 14, 2002
The Rock Star
My. Last night was certainly crazy. We learned that my flask holds nine shots.
I'm surprised I made it through the Northwestern game I worked at today.
To be honest, I'm surprised that Northwestern made it through the game they played, but that's a whole different story...
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Friday, September 13, 2002
The Laziness...and the Chocolate
I think I worked too much last week. I'm finding it very hard to get motivated this week. Somehow the idea of 15 hour days no longer appeals to me.
Never mind all the stuff I have to do. There's all sorts of good TV on that needs watching. And books that need read. And chocolate that needs eaten.
Oh yes. I have a big box of gourmet Belgian chocolates. My boss bought three of them for the people that planned the extravaganza last Sunday. I don't even want to know how much it set her back. They're big. And expensive looking. And sooooo good. Come over and I'll give you a piece.
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Thursday, September 12, 2002
The Fleece
Today was the first fleece vest day of the season.
Yay.
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The New Love
The pie quote was just too good to not use. (Oh, and I got a word wrong the first time I posted it, but I found the paper I'd written it on today, so the real quote is up there...)
Anyway. There's a bunch of new love on the side over there...some of the old hos hadn't posted in months. (It's sad when a blogger falls by the wayside, but what can you do?) So go visit.
Of special note:
Haley and Brett: people that I coincidentally met at a bar after reading their blogs.
Court Kizer: a new blogging friend from Indiana
Reality Blurred: a blog about reality TV...incredibly pertinent as we near the premiere of Survivor: Thailand!
Speaking of love...I really enjoy the cicada sounds. It makes it feel like fall.
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Wednesday, September 11, 2002
The Anniversary
I know that pretty much every blogger will write about "9/11 One Year Later" today. I'm feeling a little bad, because I don't have a whole lot to say. For me, it's been a pretty good year. I hadn't even lived in the city for a month when everything happened. Before that, I was pretty lazy, doing some catering here and there. But it really made me throw myself into my work and all the effort has paid off.
The point is that we can't dwell on the past and focus on tragedy. We can remember the pain and the loss. There's no getting over the emotions that we're feeling. And I would never negate the feelings of those who live in New York and DC that actually lost people. Friends, family, co-workers. It's damage that irrepairable.
But at the same time, there's no reason that we can't appreciate something as mindless and insignificant as a pie-eating contest. The experience (of 9/11, not the pie-eating contest) is something that we have to integrate into ourselves. It's something that is a part of who we've all become. But it isn't the only thing that makes us who we are.
So the fact that we're on a special orange alert is a little frustrating to me. I strongly believe that nothing will happen later today. Are we going to go on orange alert every year on this day? Do the Japanese go on orange alert every December 7?
No. Here's what's going to happen today.
1) Millions of Americans (myself included) are going to hang their flags outside their homes. (It's something that wouldn't have happened before 9/11, but has become almost cliche at this point. I don't care. I'll still put it out.)
2) The same millions and more are going to be glued to their TVs to watch the countless specials, on every channel, all day long. (I probably won't be doing that, because the world still has to go on, even though there are TV specials.)
3) Probably all this stuff that The Onion says.
Should we make light like that? Why not? It's not like anyone says that the whole situation is funny. It's the way that people react in the aftermath that is slightly hypocritical...and slightly humorous.
There's not much of a through line to this entry. Oh well. It's late. Obviously my stream of consciousness (is that right?) is going all over. But it's all how I feel. It's my way of dealing and remembering. So post a mean comment if you want to, saying how unpatriotic I am. I'm not expecting it, or wanting it, per se, but go ahead if that's how you want to deal.
So that's my entry for the day.
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Monday, September 09, 2002
The Pie
Had a big street naming festival yesterday at work. We stayed up almost all night on Saturday (I got about three hours of sleep...Jen got about 30 minutes) blowing up balloons and making signs and stuff for it. Even though we got yelled at for staying up too late (and thanks to almost no one who volunteered to help...) everything totally rocked.
So we're outside, it's a picnic atmosphere...what belongs more than a pie-eating contest?
Nothing.
So I had a contest. I got some pies donated and rounded up nine people willing to make fools of themselves. It was decided that I should be judge instead of actually competing, as I am the official Pie Master. (This was a good idea, but I'll tell you why later...) Everyone gathered around the table. And I mean everyone. There had to be a hundred people clustered around, trying to get a glimpse of the fun.
Semi-Famous Hollywood Actor was there. We talked pie after everything was over.
SFHA: Who's idea was it to have a pie-eating contest.
Me: Me...I'm in charge of all snack related activities here.
SFHA: It was like a county fair or something.
Some Girl: People want their five minutes of fame...
Some Girl's Guy Cousin: I think people really want to get back to their Roman roots.
Me: Yeah, it's almost primal.
SGGC: Food dripping down their face, it's totally natural.
SFHA: It's real, it's instinctual, it's visceral...it's pie.
Me: That's winning. I have to write that down.
So I did. I think I need to make a bumper sticker or something.
Note: So here's why it's better that I didn't compete. The baker made me a special peach pie (I am the Pie Master, after all...), while everyone else ate blueberry, (for the mess factor and the ease in eating small fruit) which I finally got to taste last night before I went to bed.
It's the best peach pie I've ever had. So there's no way I could have won the contest, because after each bite I would have had to sit up and say how good it was.
That's it. Talking about it has made me hungry. I still have a whole pie up there to eat.
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Friday, September 06, 2002
The Actress
It turns out that Neve is going to be shooting a movie here sometime this year.
I must be in this movie. I don't care if I'm an extra who stands behind Neve in a crowd scene mouthing words to other extras, like we're having a conversation. I don't care if I'm a dead man that Neve tries to save and then looks up and says sadly, "We're too late."
Actually, that would rock.
The point is, I can't let this chance go pass me by.
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Wednesday, September 04, 2002
The Sad Shoes
I love my tennis shoes. They're gray and silver and red. All some of my favorite colors. They don't make my feet look too big. I wear them with anything. I don't care if it's lame and childish. They're comfy and cool and I like them, and I don't want to go anywhere where it's inappropriate to wear them.
So there.
But here's what's sad. I wear them so much and do work in them and stuff, that they're getting all messed up. They still have glitter on them from the Venetian Night Extravaganza. One of them has a couple of rips in them from I don't know what. And now I find that I spilled phosphorescent paint on one of them, so it has a glow in the dark spot. It's all very strange.
So the point is that I need new shoes, but I want the exact same pair. They're so cool.
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Tuesday, September 03, 2002
The Missing Blog
Does anyone remember a blog where some dude slept with one of his friends, and then worried about how it might change their relationship? It was really recent, and I even commented, but I guess I didn't bookmark it, because now I can't find it. Help!
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Sunday, September 01, 2002
The List
The 100 Things, About 100 Bloggers, in 100 Days Project was a good way for me to kill an hour. And it's a good way for you to kill five minutes. And don't give me any of that crap about how you don't have time. I know you spend half the day playing solitaire on your office computer.
1. I was born in Springfield, MO.
2. I was born there because there was no hospital in Ava, MO.
3. Because MO was officially a Southern state, I’ve always felt like a Southerner.
4. Southern waitresses call me sweetie-pie.
5. I love Waffle House.
6. I’ve moved 27 times.
7. The last time was downstairs.
8. I own a red pick-up.
9. I get suckered into helping other people move too.
10. I have a problem with saying no.
11. At last count, I have 7 different jobs.
12. I should be working right now.
13. I have a problem with procrastination.
14. I still manage to get a lot of sleep.
15. I eat of lot of snacks. All kinds.
16. I eat more snacks than regular meals.
17. I’m addicted to Fla-Vor-Ice.
18. I’m going to eat one right now.
19. I hate washing dishes more than any other chore.
20. I hate having a dirty kitchen.
21. Sometimes I don’t know when to shut up.
22. I realize when I should have shut up seconds too late.
23. I have an unhealthy obsession with Ikea.
24. I have 7 identical Ikea catalogues.
25. I’ve never been to Sweden.
26. I’ve never been to California either.
27. My Fla-Vor-Ice was tasty.
28. I have 6 calendars. Sometimes there are 2 in one room.
29. I never know the date.
30. I hardly ever open my mail unless it looks like a check.
31. It rarely is.
32. I haven’t paid my bills yet, even though three of them were due today.
33. I would die without my cell phone.
34. Speaking of…where is it?
35. I often find my cell phone in my pocket when I think I’ve left it somewhere else.
36. I have over 400 CD’s.
37. I always want more.
38. I own two Jennifer Love Hewitt CD’s
39. And two Michael Damiens.
40. I’m listening to Bonnie Tyler right now.
41. I don’t care if you make fun of me for any of that.
42. I could eat chips and salsa three meals a day.
43. Mmm. That sounds good right about now.
44. I’m out of chips.
45. I watch too much TV.
46. I record almost half of the entire WB season lineup.
47. But I loyally watch Buffy on UPN, forsaking Gilmore Girls.
48. I love Buffy. I own all the books.
49. I have a lot of books
50. I read a lot of Chick-Lit.
51. And a lot of British novels.
52. I read even more magazines.
53. There are 5 on my desk.
54. I am borderline Obsessive Compulsive
55. No, I haven’t been formally diagnosed.
56. I’m particularly anal about the lack of E in my name.
57. My eyes hurt.
58. I’m often too lazy to take out my contacts when my eyes hurt.
59. I hate my glasses.
60. I have a crush on Neve Campbell.
61. I’ve missed far too many opportunities to meet her.
62. I used to have an assistant.
63. He offered to punch John Cusack in the stomach so I could steal Neve away.
64. I miss him.
65. My assistant, not John Cusack.
66. I hate having my picture taken.
67. I don’t like dancing either.
68. I will dance when intoxicated.
69. I will also write poetry with magnets.
70. I have a frighteningly high tolerance to alcohol.
71. I don’t like beer.
72. I still drink it sometimes.
73. I’m hungry again.
74. I’m going to have another Fla-Vor-Ice.
75. I’ve played the piano for 15 years.
76. I’ve paid $600 to have it in my apartments.
77. I try to play once a day to get my money’s worth.
78. I want to be a rock star.
79. I sing harmony with all music.
80. Really. All kinds.
81. I’ve been to lots of country concerts.
82. They’re fun.
83. I’ve been to rock concerts too.
84. I drank beer through a straw at the last concert I went to.
85. I went to four poly-sci classes.
86. I’m glad I didn’t go.
87. I got an F.
88. I’m still glad.
89. I joke about smoking crack.
90. I’ve never done it.
91. I never will.
92. I couldn’t afford a drug habit even if I wanted to.
93. I’m way in debt.
94. My favorite movie is Sister Act.
95. It makes me cry.
96. I graduated from high school in 1996.
97. I kind of want another Fla-Vor-Ice.
98. I’m 5’6”.
99. 5’7” on a good day.
100. I’m self aware about my shortcomings.
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The Sadness
I knew it could happen. I've even experienced the loss myself in the form of a corner table.
But it's still sad. Just look.
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The Curl
My hair has had to endure a lot these past few months. There was the whole bleaching debacle. Then the Billy Idol-ness for a month. Then more chemicals when I had the lowlights put in. And now it's getting long and needs to be cut, but I'm not going to find someone new in Chicago, when I have a perfectly good (actually great) hair women in Kansas City.
OK, I live in Chicago, so yes, it would be more convenient. But that's not the point. Do you know how hard it is to find someone cool, who's good and who speaks English in this city?
Anyway. The point is, that I have this new curl in the center of my forehead that makes me look like a greaser from the 50's or something. No amount of wax or gel or pomade will make this curl not flip down. Every other hair behaves like I want it to, or at least in a way that's not offensive, but this one strand has a mind of its own.
It's very inappropriate.
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