tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739082011-08-03T02:13:23.041-04:00Acid Covered Espresso BeansWhen insanity and caffeine collide...myopichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07945237206519153239noreply@blogger.comBlogger2601100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-79750463475867915892008-01-14T15:06:00.000-05:002008-01-14T15:07:26.024-05:002008: The Year of Living SelfishlyI'm not one for making New Years resolutions. It's always been my experience that tossing out empty phrases like "I'm going to lose weight" or "I'm going to quit smoking" at the stroke of midnight (usually under the influence of a few glasses of wine) has little or no effect on changing my behavior. Sure, I might do fine for a week or two, but by the end of themyopicnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-70990061354133841232007-09-26T11:30:00.000-04:002007-09-26T11:32:38.593-04:00Myo's Massive Midpoint Adventure: The Pre-PlanningSo here we are again. It's that time of the year when downtown Cincinnati is invaded by musicians from all corners of the world. It's that time of the year when Main Street teems with people, actually resembling the Entertainment district it was intended to be. It's that time of the year when I pore through dozens of band websites to map out a myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-81346575149997493702007-02-14T20:47:00.000-05:002007-02-14T20:50:33.360-05:00Chocolate. Flowers. Lingerie> Jewelry.Random thoughts for Valentine's Day, 2004. Today is a holiday invented by greeting card companies to make people feel like crap. - Joel Barish, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless MindOne of the things I had wanted to do more often this year was post more mixes. I had aimed for one a month and, in my usual fashion, I completely blew it on the first time out.myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1157954053013995492006-09-11T01:53:00.000-04:002006-09-11T02:29:20.953-04:00Random ThoughtsGah. I'm having issues with my rotating schedule. After seven years of working a regular 9 - 5, this whole weekend thing is messing with my head. While this weird ass weekend schedule has its advantages, I'm still trying to adjust.For the second week in a row, building services decided that Sunday would be an opportune day to wax the floors where my desk is located, which myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1149097449594773362006-05-31T13:43:00.000-04:002006-05-31T13:44:09.610-04:00Planning AheadYeah, I've been MIA for a while. Time passed, things happened. It's probably better for everyone involved if I don't explain it further than that. On to present matters at hand...Over the weekend, Zappagirl gave me the heads up that Blogathon 2006 has been scheduled for the weekend of July 29th. This gives me a little time to plan ahead. On my to do list: - Pick a charity. I'mmyopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1141150660932875272006-02-28T13:15:00.000-05:002006-02-28T13:17:40.946-05:00Random Music Mix: The Silver Screen EditionIn honor of the upcoming Academy Awards, a music mix of songs from films. Disclaimer: to my knowledge, none of these songs (and the vast majority of the movies) were deemed Oscar-worthy. (But given the way the awards go sometimes, that's probably a good thing.) I simply looked at my DVD collection and selected songs that I immediately associate with myopicnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1139973821799687332006-02-14T22:14:00.001-05:002006-02-14T22:23:41.813-05:00Weekly Music Mix: The Anti-Schmoopy EditionWe're rotten fruitWe're damaged goodsWhat the hell, we've got nothing more to loseOne gust and we will probably crumble... - Radiohead, "Backdrifts (Honeymoon is Over)"This has not been the best day for me. Valentine's Day seldom is. I guess I just get sick of society and the media telling me that I must be defective since I'm still single at this age.myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1139973197564857332006-02-14T22:10:00.000-05:002006-02-14T22:13:17.576-05:00Confessions of an Undead PriestessMy apologies for being MIA. Part of it was due to being under the weather for a few days and trying to do too much in not enough time, but some of it was due to... um... er...I'm playing World of Warcraft. There. I said it. The first step is admitting it, right?And despite the fact that I'm not very good at it, I'm enjoying myself immensely. Seriously - I am themyopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1138766553398532392006-01-31T22:59:00.000-05:002006-02-02T09:37:46.390-05:00Weekly Music Mix, The Concert EditionOK, forget that whole Monday thing. It's obvious I'm never going to make that deadline. Let's just say I'll post the mix sometime during the week....I didn't go to many actual concerts last year, but the few I went to combined with the local festivals and shows makes a very eclectic mix. Here's a summary of 2005 in shows:"Planet Earth" - Duran Duran (at myopicnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1138381747665417192006-01-27T12:08:00.000-05:002006-01-27T12:09:07.683-05:00Confessions of a Would-be English MajorI received this meme from my friend Shadow the other day...Here are the current top 50 books from What Should I Read Next?. Bold the books you have read. Italicise the books you might read. Cross out the books you probably won't read, and pass it on.The Da Vinci Code - Dan BrownThe Catcher in the Rye - J.D. SalingerThe Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy - myopicnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1138120170976350082006-01-24T11:28:00.000-05:002006-01-24T11:29:30.990-05:00Monday Mix, Somewhat DelayedWow. It took me less than a week to meet my self-imposed deadline. That's gotta be some kind of record.I had every intention of posting a mix when I got home last night, but a much-long-than-planned shopping excursion in search of necessities made me realize how exhausted the day (and the preceding weekend) had made me. I ate dinner, knit a few rows of I-cord, and myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1137790824058351482006-01-20T15:55:00.000-05:002006-01-20T16:19:32.586-05:00Friday Randomness, Part 1From The Friday Fiver:1. What do you normally eat for breakfast? Since preparing breakfast takes up valuable sleep time, I tend to go for something simple. This week it's been multigrain bagels, accompanied by a Diet Coke and the morning handful o' pills. 2. Are you more likely to drink coffee or tea? Um, coffee. (Note title of this page.) I do like tea, and at one myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1137695865721185572006-01-19T13:36:00.000-05:002006-01-19T13:37:45.736-05:00Plans for the New YearIn lieu of making a bunch of New Year's resolutions that I have little to no chance of keeping, I've given some thought as to what I can do at this site. I've been increasingly lax in posting here, partly due to being busy with other things (mostly work, but I do from time to time have something bearing a slight resemblance to a social life - shocking!).The main problem, myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1135374259466938912005-12-23T16:42:00.000-05:002005-12-23T16:45:32.096-05:00NaNo 2005: The Wrap-upAw, crap. I did it again, didn't I? I completely let time get away from me and almost didn't get a post up for the entire month of December.(Actually, I'd been planning to do a year end wrap-up after the holidays, but I got a nudging reminder from a reader that I'd left the results of the NaNoWriMo thing up in the air. So consider this a brief update until I get all myopicnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1131744841108348352005-11-11T16:33:00.000-05:002005-11-11T16:34:01.123-05:00NaNoWriMo Update, Day 11Ah, November. The best of times, the worst of times. The time to drag every bad cliché and plot idea out of storage and throw them against the metaphorical wall in hopes that something will stick long enough to drag 50,000 words out of it.After last year's experiment ("let's start with no plot whatsoever!"), I decided to do a little planning. I scribbled down a few myopicnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1130249020499579922005-10-25T09:54:00.000-04:002005-10-25T10:03:40.506-04:00Playing Dress-UpDecisions, decisions...I have two Halloween parties to go to this weekend, and I cannot decide on a costume (or costumes) for them. The first one is Friday night with zappagirl and memnochlv, and the second one is the annual NaNoWriMo Kick Off dinner and drinks silliness at Claddagh.Here are the ideas I'm considering: - an iPod ad. I won't be able to "silhouette" my head, but myopicnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1128698834353834742005-10-07T11:23:00.000-04:002005-10-14T14:23:19.070-04:00Life and How to Write ItBefore I begin... happy birthday, Phil! I owe you a beer the next time I see you.It's official: I'm doing NaNoWriMo yet again. Apparently I have a masochistic streak that manifests itself as a need to try to write 50,000 words of absolute crap in a ridiculously short amount of time. (It's not as easy as it sounds, really.)This will be my fifth year participating, and myopicnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1128356328346143332005-10-03T12:17:00.000-04:002005-10-03T12:18:48.356-04:00The Top Five Reasons Why There's No MPMF Recap YetI see you out there, impatiently tapping your foot. "Where's the Midpoint Music Festival recap you promised us, Myo?"(Yes, I know that no one is waited with bated breath for my musings on Midpoint. Yes, I know that I can count my readers on my fingers. Being delusional is fun sometimes!)Anyway, I can explain...5. I decided to restructure the myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1127367151309498762005-09-22T01:31:00.000-04:002005-09-22T01:42:48.870-04:00MPMF 2005 Mania: The Pre-planLess than 20 hours until the first bands take the stage at Midpoint Music Festival 2005. I've worked out a preliminary schedule of bands and artists that piqued my interest while listening to audio samples on the electronic press kits. This list will probably change, as I still haven't had the chance to read through all of the band blurbs in CityBeat. I've also myopicnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1126886952807705482005-09-16T12:08:00.000-04:002005-09-16T12:09:12.810-04:00Fifteen for FridaySince I am currently not in a position to access Rhapsody (i.e., I'm at work, and my computer has no sound card), today's playlist comes to you courtesy of Antoinette, my iPod. Apparently she's feeling a bit eclectic today...Flann O'Brien - FluttrThe Gift - INXSInsomnia - Jason LudwigOne Step Inside Doesn't Mean You Understand - The NotwistBullet the Blue Sky - Richard Cheese myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1125821068450589502005-09-04T04:01:00.000-04:002005-09-16T09:20:08.410-04:00Howdy, Neighbor!I got new neighbors today. Now, this isn't big news. People move in, people move out. It's the way of an ever-changing world. But in my building, it's an occasion.I live in a four-family apartment building. When I moved in, I was the only non-related person in the building. My mother had heard about the apartment from a co-worker in her office when she still worked at the myopicnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1125202469537413252005-08-28T00:14:00.000-04:002005-08-28T03:04:34.716-04:00Melancholy Midnight MusicOK, so I decided to give the playlist blogging tool on Rhapsody a try, but it doesn't seem to be working all that well for me. I've posted this playlist to Playlist Central if anyone would care to give it a listen. (It's listed under myopic in the Theme/Holiday genre, with the title "Melancholy Midnight Music".)Hopefully this should link to it as well.(For those of you myopicnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1123605638516238522005-08-09T12:30:00.000-04:002005-08-09T12:40:38.526-04:00The Obligatory Vacation Recap - The Missing Friday Entry!(I’m sure that, as it is now August, anyone who was interested what I did on my summer vacation has either given up on getting the missing Friday recap or has already heard it from me firsthand. But seeing as how I just found a printed copy of it on my desk at work – proof that I actually did write it! – I figured I’d post it for anyone myopicnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1122357094091992062005-07-26T01:08:00.000-04:002005-07-26T02:12:05.806-04:00The (Much Delayed) Obligatory Vacation Recap, Part 2(I have no idea what happened to my post about Friday. I swear I wrote one. It had eight bajillion links! Where did it go? OK, I'll reassemble it and repost it. Until then, here's the end of the story... sorry.)Saturday:Once again, we got a late start. (I'm sure you're all shocked by this... SHOCKED!) We re-evaluated our plans (again the myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1120171773836598352005-06-30T18:19:00.000-04:002005-06-30T18:49:35.770-04:00The Obligatory Vacation Recap, Part 1(This has been written for some time; I've been back for a week. It's just been a matter of getting time to code and post it. I'm a slacker. Sorry.)Scene one: So much for Plan A...(Wednesday morning) I'm officially on vacation, off to NYC to see Richard Cheese and Avenue Q with Zappagirl and Memnoch. The plan was to leave at an obscene hour of the morning myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1117473299998643352005-05-30T13:14:00.000-04:002005-05-30T13:15:00.006-04:00The Oldies StationAh, Memorial Day weekend.Usually I don't mind working on holidays. The building is relatively quiet, the phone doesn't ring more than three or four times, and usually the head honchos of the department have opted not to come in, thereby reducing the chances that they might demand a ridiculously complicated report with an unmeetable deadline.Today, however, is different. While myopicnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1113009987364784782005-04-08T20:39:00.000-04:002005-04-08T21:26:27.366-04:00Bitter - SweeeeeeeeetApparently someone was listening to my angsty rant yesterday....I had a meeting today with the office manager. At first, I was a little concerned (OK, a lot concerned) that it was going to be some sort of disciplinary meetng regarding my psychotic break yesterday. My job is very stressful and taxing during the spring months, and while I do try to remain as calm as possible myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1112900374920867912005-04-07T14:58:00.000-04:002005-04-07T14:59:34.923-04:00Bitterness in My LunchboxI don't like to complain about my job here, but there are some days that the stress and the stupidity gets to be too much and I just have to vent. This is one of those days.Last night, Zappagirl and I were making sketchy plans to go to New York in June to see Richard Cheese on his farewell tour. I was also kicking around a sidetrip to visit Roger Mexico while I was in myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1110180397516388832005-03-07T02:16:00.000-05:002005-03-07T02:26:37.520-05:00How to Waste a Sunny Sunday AfternoonI purchased a new DVD player on Saturday night.In a way, it was an impulse buy. I'd really only gone to Meijer to get Q-Tips and a few other much needed toiletries, but I started impulse shopping a little bit while I was there. My favorite cheap wine was on sale, and I decided it had been much too long since I'd had a breakfast that consisted of more than a myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1108007584545521552005-02-09T22:48:00.000-05:002005-02-09T22:53:04.546-05:00The Should'ves
In the event that I didn't send out this invitation to those who are in the neighborhod and might be interested...
OK, the Oscars are pretty much lackluster this year. I personally blame it on the lack of hobbits.
However, the annual Oscars party will proceed as usual... with a few changes.
You are cordially invited to the Should'ves: the annual celebration of movies that myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1107476416162197592005-02-03T18:57:00.000-05:002005-02-03T19:20:16.163-05:00State of Non-Union
Despite my attempts to not make this a political blog, I once again found myself watching last night's State of the Union address with a drink in my hand to dull the pain of constantly beating my head against the wall and an open WordPad window in which to type my comments. By the end of the speech, I had been reduced to making angry guttural noises at the television and myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1107375338479613062005-02-02T15:11:00.000-05:002005-02-02T15:15:38.480-05:00Oscar Ennui
I'm sure some of you have been wondering where my annual comment on the Academy Awards nominations has been. (OK, probably not, but I need to prop up my ego any way that I can in these dreary winter months.) Here it is, a week late.
I had planned to write about the awards last week. I watched as much of the live announcements as I could before I had to leave for work. I myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1105119571631807142005-01-07T13:39:00.000-05:002005-01-07T12:39:31.630-05:00Bad Gas
I've said it many times before: I love my car.
Yes, it's an old car with over 100,000 miles on the odometer. Yes, it's a shade of blue that really shouldn't exist in this dimension. Yes, the lock on the driver's side door sometimes sticks and I have to climb in from the passenger side. But despite all of this, I enjoy driving it (now that I've finally become comfortable with the myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1104521433882048362004-12-31T14:21:00.000-05:002004-12-31T14:30:33.883-05:00Obligatory Year-End Wrap Up Post, 2004 Version
Another year, down the drain. The hours of 2004 are drawing to a close, and I'm preparing to bid it a fond farewell. Well, perhaps not so fond. To paraphrase The Simpsons, this year both sucked and blew on many levels. There are more than a few parts of the last twelve months that I would like to erase from my life. (I will also spare my myopicnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1103788621705305742004-12-23T02:55:00.000-05:002004-12-23T15:44:02.786-05:00Let It Stop! Let It Stop! Let It Stop!
It's coming down
Snow pains on the motor veins
Keeps your business on the ground
It's coming down
Slow day for the teacher
And her wheels are spinning now
On account of winter, Mrs. Braintree
All the roads are closed
And the stores are loot for vagabonds
It's coming down
Go home!
- Trip Shakespeare, "Snow Day"
A lot of joking goes on about myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1103659778085205982004-12-21T14:55:00.000-05:002004-12-21T15:09:38.086-05:00Nil By Mouth
It never fails. The only time you truly have a desire to do something is when you’re not allowed to do it.
Last night I went in to see Not-Dr. Ruth yesterday for my annual exam, and while I was there, she scheduled me for a couple of blood tests to be done in the morning. Nothing major – a TSH test and T4 test to monitor the multinodal goiter (ewww!) she found a few years ago, a myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1101788687692780722004-11-29T22:49:00.000-05:002004-11-29T23:24:47.693-05:00Purple Bar Fever
The number for the day is 50,601.
Yes, that's right. I actually passed the 50,000 word mark on my NaNoWriMo at 9:09 pm this evening. After four years of trying and three years of crashing and burning, I have finally completed a novel.
Granted, the pacing is all over the place and there are chapters that are semi-brilliant followed by chapters of absolute crap. There's a myopicnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1100316197023149852004-11-12T21:44:00.000-05:002004-11-12T22:23:17.023-05:00Chapter Thirteen
I'd fallen behind on my word count for NaNoWriMo. Life, as usual, had gotten in the way. Despite the fact that work had been incredibly slow, there'd always been a daily mini-crisis popping up to prevent me from working on things. Plus I really wasn't sure what the hell I was writing. I'd chucked my original plot out the window on the second day, and started fresh with new myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1099407475958846132004-11-02T09:56:00.000-05:002004-11-02T09:57:55.960-05:00VOTE!
From Michael Moore's website, sent to me via email from samiam:
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11/1/04
Friends,
This is it. ONE DAY LEFT. There are many things I’d like to say. I’ve been on the road getting out the vote for 51 straight days so I haven’t had much time to write. So I’ve put together a bunch of notes to various groups all in this one letter. Please feel free to myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1098816271959912542004-10-26T14:42:00.000-04:002004-10-26T14:44:31.960-04:00Here We Go Again...
Just when I thought that I was out they pull me back in. - Michael Corleone
Last night, as I was driving home from work, my mind wandered to the subject of National Novel Writing Month, and I pondered whether I should put myself through the insane torture of trying to write 50,000 words in 30 days again. For those of you keeping score at home, I've participated for the myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1095865532491187102004-10-03T23:45:00.000-04:002004-10-03T23:47:08.160-04:00Going Home Again
About a year and a half ago, I moved from Cincinnati proper back to the not-so-booming metropolis of Norwood, Ohio - my hometown. It's been kind of a weird transition.
Since as far as I can remember, Norwood has always been looked upon as more than a bit on the white trash side of the fence. It was a working-class city (the local GM factory manufactured Camaros and Firebirds)myopicnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1096565412879358132004-09-30T13:29:00.000-04:002004-09-30T13:32:25.203-04:00Nice Guys Finish Last
Midpoint Music Festival, Day One here
Midpoint Music Festival, Day Two here
Midpoint Music Festival - Day Three. Once upon a time, I thought it would be fun to be a music critic. How hard could it be? Go see a bunch of bands, listen to a stack of CDs, and write about why they do (or do not) rock. Cake walk, right?
After two nights of playing faux music critic, with myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1096311723806247182004-09-27T15:00:00.000-04:002004-09-27T15:02:40.183-04:00I'm with the Band (well, kinda)
Looking for Thursday night's recap?
Midpoint Music Festival, day two. Too much Moerlein + not enough sleep + frustrating day at work = cranky strung out Myo. I had hoped to have a few moments to start editing down last night's notes before I headed out for the evening, but it was not to be. And seeing as how most of the television shows I watch premiered this myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1096126114694718742004-09-25T11:14:00.000-04:002004-09-25T16:41:51.846-04:00Midpoint, Main Street, and Myo
For a city that at times seems freakishly conservative when it comes to the arts, Cincinnati has a surprisingly diverse music scene. (That and our profilic past in the brewery industry baffles me to this day.) Once home to King Records, the city has produced its fair share of artists who made it to the major labels and some renown. Bootsy Collins. Afghan Whigs myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1094184776133731922004-09-03T01:12:00.000-04:002004-09-03T00:28:15.650-04:00Ow, My Head
(I apologize in advance for my drunken liberal ramblings. What follows is a very one-sided and opinionated recap of George W. Bush's acceptance speech at the Republican National Convention, originally sent as an email to non-TV-havin' Roger Mexico, with editorial comments by Captain Morgan.)
(WARNING! This entry drops the F-bomb a lot. I get worked up when I've had a drink and myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1091216236100368382004-07-30T15:29:00.000-04:002004-07-30T17:09:17.750-04:00Big Baby
Sometimes my job has its advantages... like scooping all of the "real" news sources in the Cincinnati area. Here's the latest news from the Zoo...
IT’S A GIRL!
Cincinnati Zoo’s Sumatran Rhino Makes History with Second Calf
The Cincinnati Zoo & Botanical Garden proudly announces that Emi, a critically endangered Sumatran rhinoceros, today became the first Sumatran rhino in history tomyopicnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1087397426166857952004-06-16T10:50:00.000-04:002004-06-16T10:50:39.583-04:00Where's Myo?
So I know what you're thinking... nice new layout, Myo. How about some new content to go with it?
I wish I could say that the reason why I haven't been posting is because I'm jetsetting around the world, so busy doing exciting things that I haven't had time to sit down and string a few sentences together. I wish I could say that I'm so deliriously happy with my life that I have myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1084297787149213922004-05-11T13:49:00.000-04:002004-05-11T13:50:29.670-04:0017 Years Later...
Yeah, I know it seems like it's been that long since I posted. I've been buried under a massive pile of last minute field trip registrations, room reservation requests, lengthy email arguments about office politics, boxes of outdated educational materials, and a whole bunch of migratory birds. (Actually, I'm still buried, but now that the birds have moved on I can reach the myopicnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1077813139943238002004-02-26T11:32:00.000-05:002004-02-26T18:56:54.890-05:00Talk About The Passion
Bethany: You're saying that having beliefs is a bad thing?
Rufus: I think it's better to have ideas. You can change an idea. Changing a belief is trickier.
- Dogma
On Tuesday night, Zappagirl and I attended a showing of The Passion of the Christ. Yeah, you heard me right. Apparently someone at my parents’ church bought up a bajillion preview tickets and my mother myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1076706036547938082004-02-13T16:00:00.000-05:002004-02-13T16:04:05.123-05:00The Legalities of Love
Before I step up on my soapbox, I thought I'd update everyone on the car insurance fiasco... it's over. I received my settlement check and paid off most of my bills with it. I got all necessary repairs done on my car. The only thing I'm still waiting on is the salvage license, which is in the hands of the Ohio BMV. So there was a happy ending to the story. It probablymyopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1076173900670356562004-02-07T12:11:00.000-05:002004-02-07T12:16:29.246-05:00The Last Party on the Party Patio
Once upon a great lifetime ago, I discovered the greatest radio station in the world by mistake.
I was sixteen years old, spending the summer at an honors program at Miami University. It was a little overwhelming. I was living in the dorms (my first time away from home for longer than a week), taking college classes, finding my way around a small college town myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1075330766842109822004-01-28T17:59:00.000-05:002004-01-28T18:01:01.326-05:00For Your Consideration
Well, the Oscar nominations came out yesterday. Usually, I've got a lot to complain about. This year, I've got relatively few protests and lots of praise.
After all of the brouhaha about whether or not to send out screener copies and how it would affect the independent films, I am pleased to announce that the little guys are well represented. (And in the case of Lord ofmyopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1074557588108350042004-01-19T19:13:00.000-05:002004-01-19T19:14:33.546-05:00Bad Business
So, here it is, a new year. Where did the last few weeks go?
Oh yeah, that's right. I've spent the last few weeks dealing with a certain "discount" car insurance company, trying to get them to do something about my car. You know which company I'm talking about - it's the one with the relentless advertising campaign and the most annoying jingle in the world. And yes, the myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1072201766827251222003-12-23T12:49:00.000-05:002003-12-23T12:50:24.950-05:00Merry Something or Other
Last week, I put up Christmas decorations in my apartment for the first time.
Now, to most of you, this may not seem like a big thing. For me, it's sometimes difficult to get into the holiday spirit. Between entirely too many years spent in retail and an uncanny history of really crappy things happening in my life in the winter months (yeah, still no news on the carmyopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1071269858595750142003-12-12T17:57:00.000-05:002003-12-12T17:59:40.296-05:00Wham Bam Thank You Ma'am
Sometimes I wonder if the Universe wants me to forfeit my driver's license. It seems that every car I've ever had has had some sort of magnetic attraction to other cars. Last night, the Aspire was added to the list.
Rosencrantz had called me at work. It seems that Guildenstern had dropped her off in Clifton so she could take care of a few things, but due to myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1070521327316774162003-12-04T02:02:00.000-05:002003-12-04T02:04:35.966-05:00The News According to Myo
Sometimes current events in Queen City make me shake my head....
Once again, Cincinnati is a lead story on CNN. Once again, it's regarding a death of an African-American man while being apprehended by the police. This time, though, the public has been provided with surveillance tapes from the police cruiser as well as the White Castle where the incident took place. myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1068250061375710652003-11-07T19:07:00.000-05:002003-11-07T19:07:39.570-05:00The Return to Nebraska
First off, I'd like to extend a huge thanks to those of you in Hamilton County who supported the Zoo by voting for Issue 17. We really couldn't continue to have a world class zoo without your support. (And while I'm on the subject, the Zoo's website has finally been given a complete overhaul. Go check it out!)
The first week of NaNoWriMo has passed, and I figured it myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1067495069308615192003-10-30T01:24:00.000-05:002003-10-30T01:25:44.156-05:00Confessions
I'm really ashamed to admit this.
After watching "Late Night with David Letterman" this evening, I've just come to the realization that I've got a horrible crush on Keanu Reeves. Embarrassing, huh?
Now, I'll be the first to admit that his name will never follow the phrase "And the Oscar goes to...." I'm still cringing over the fact that, at one point, he played Hamlet on stage. myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1066682423978413672003-10-20T16:40:00.000-04:002003-10-20T16:43:18.076-04:00Making a List, Checking It Twice
It's that time of the year again.
No, I'm not planning early for Christmas. I don't do my holiday shopping until sometime in December, and it's usually a whirlwind "must get everything for everyone NOW!" kind of affair. (Unfortunately, it looks like this year's shopping extravaganza may be at the 99 Center. Stupid ankle.)
No, it's NaNoWriMo time again, and likemyopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1066169231834974272003-10-14T18:07:00.000-04:002003-10-14T18:07:11.886-04:00House of Pain
So, first the good news.
I am 100% weight bearing on my ankle. Crutches? Long gone. The bionic ski boot? Bid it adieu this past Sunday. My car is back in my garage. The bath bench no longer resides in the bathtub; it's currently being used as a shelf for my bath gel and shampoo and conditioner.
And now for the bad news.
I really hate to be a complete wimp about this, but myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-106495880344706072003-09-30T17:53:00.000-04:002003-09-30T17:54:50.916-04:00Brrr! It's Cold in Here!
It's been said if you don't like the weather in Cincinnati, wait ten minutes and it will change. I suppose that explains the sudden drop in the temperature over the last few days. I swear it was just a week or two ago that I was running my air conditioner, and now I'm pulling out the extra blankets and listening for the familiar sound of the furnace kicking on.
myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1063749603229546252003-09-16T18:00:00.000-04:002003-09-16T18:00:17.873-04:00The Coffee Filter War
"What mighty contests arise from such trivial things."
- Alexander Pope
As a rule, I don't like to talk about work here. Well, OK. I take that back. Weird animal questions that I have to field? Sure. The idiocy of teachers who don't know the school's address when booking a field trip? You bet. Wacky tales of animals running loose in the office? No problem there. But myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1063238428407610302003-09-10T20:00:00.000-04:002003-09-10T20:12:34.546-04:00Hail to the Thief, Indeed...
What I need is a good defense/'Cause I'm feelin' like a criminal
- Fiona Apple, "Criminal
Way back when, when Roger Mexico still lived a few blocks from my apartment, we used to spend a lot of time playing on the Internet. I had no computer at home, so looking up weird websites was a novelty to me. But every night pretty much ended up in the same way: he would set myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1062479005522806162003-09-02T01:03:00.000-04:002003-09-02T01:06:46.520-04:00It Could Always Be Worse...
I haven't posted in a week or so. There really hasn't been much to tell. I'm still on the mend from the ankle fracture, and I've reached the hurry up and wait stage of my convalesence. I go to the orthopedist, they take more x rays, the doctor looks at my ankle, says everything looks like it's progressing normally, and sends me out to the receptionist to make myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1061349515421078422003-08-19T23:18:00.000-04:002003-08-19T23:25:38.540-04:00What Have We Learned?
Up until my accident last month, I'd been quite proud of my independence. I'd relished my freedom, the fact that I relied upon very few people in my life. I was able to do things by myself and do them well, thank you very much.
Life has a funny way of reminding you that you're never too old to ask for help. Too bad I'm still dealing with the aftereffects of the myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1060835422571767832003-08-14T00:30:00.000-04:002003-08-14T00:35:02.270-04:00Energy Crisis
I know it's incredibly lame of me to keep using the same excuses for not posting, but recuperating is sucking the energy out of my body. Doing simple tasks take forever and are exhausting. The narcotics aren't helping the situation much either; while the relief from pain is welcome, the constant haze it leaves me in makes it really difficult to get much of anything done without myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1059859980394972032003-08-02T17:33:00.000-04:002003-08-02T17:33:00.343-04:00I Love/Hate Percocet
I've been meaning to update my posts for the past few days, to let everyone know that I survived surgery and all, but I've had a hard time pulling together enough energy. And for once, that's not just a lame excuse.
My surgery was on Monday at 9:05 am, which meant I had to be at the hospital at 7:00 am. I was allowed nothing to eat or drink after midnight the previous myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1059240498597645832003-07-26T13:28:00.000-04:002003-08-02T16:33:34.360-04:00Needles and Pins
I swear this whole situation feels like some surreal dream.
I went to the orthopedist yesterday. I suppose that I was a bit naïve going in. I figured that he'd come in, remove the splint from my ankle, put on a cast in the fashion color of my choice, and send me on my merry way.
Dream on, Myo. Actually it went a little more like this...
Mom and I drove out to the office myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-1059079668541320522003-07-24T16:47:00.000-04:002003-08-02T16:33:16.026-04:00A Guest Spot on ER
I've been gone too long. I've been meaning to come back for quite a while now, but there never seems to be enough time or motivation to go around. As a matter of fact, I was mentally planning my brilliant comeback while I sat at my desk yesterday.
Well, as it turns out, time is no longer a problem.
I'd left the office early yesterday for a doctor's appointment. It was myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-930954972003-04-23T01:47:00.000-04:002003-04-23T01:49:51.000-04:00Public Service Announcement
Yes, I'm on another unexpected hiatus. (Sorry about the lack of warning, for those of you who've been checking in.)
I'm in the middle of busy season at work, and have nothing witty or intelligent to say. My brain is stuck on a prerecorded script at the moment, which seems to consist of nothing more than "What is the name of your school?" and "When will you be myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-892718102003-02-17T19:31:00.000-05:002003-02-17T19:35:48.000-05:00Monday Night Lameness
schadenfreude (n.) pleasure derived from the misfortune of others
You know, I swore this would never happen again. After surviving the fiasco of the first season of Big Brother, I swore off reality television. No Survivor for me (which apparently makes me un-Cincinnatian). No Amazing Race (sorry, GeekMan), and in the name of all that is holy, no American Idol. I will myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-891128602003-02-14T16:44:00.000-05:002003-02-14T19:04:45.000-05:00Security Blanket
Just in time for Valentine's Day! A really sappy post!
I lived on the fourth floor in my old building. As a result of the scientific fact that heat rises, it was always uncomfortably warm in the apartment. I still recall a winter where the snow piled up on the balcony and the temperatures plummeted to record lows, yet I had windows cracked for much of January and February.myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-883529652003-01-31T19:02:00.000-05:002003-01-31T19:09:04.000-05:00Redecorating on New Year's Eve
I had big plans for today.
As a Christmas bonus, the head honcho at the Zoo granted all of the full-timers a day off to spend with our families. And I did. Today, the kitties and I slept late and lounged around the house doing very little on the physical side. The kids moved with me to the couch, where they continued their afternoon nap. I chose to watch myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-880708132003-01-26T20:32:00.000-05:002003-01-26T22:43:32.000-05:00Game? What Game?
The play by play continues:
United Way commercials with NFL players crack me up. Where does lightning come from?
The halftime show starts. I've said it before, I'll say it again. Who dresses Shania Twain, and why haven't they been arrested yet? And oh yeah, she's lip synching too. The second song in her medley featured that Cher-like voice distortion. How disappointing.myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-880617292003-01-26T16:30:00.000-05:002003-01-26T20:08:37.000-05:00Play By Play, Pay By Pay
4:25 p.m. - OK, I'm trying a little experiment today. I'm going to watch the Super Bowl, like much of America. Beer will be quaffed. Salsa and chips will be eaten. And I will be writing this entry as I watch, commenting everything except the game.
I'm not a big football fan; I half-heartedly follow the Green Bay Packers every year, and annually hang my head in shamemyopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-875214072003-01-16T00:51:00.000-05:002003-01-16T00:51:41.053-05:00All in a Day's Work
Well, if the rest of the year keeps up at this pace, I might not make it to April.
Granted, I haven't been doing anything glamorous. I've been spending most nights haunting the aisles at K Mart and Target, obsessed with getting everything just right in the new place. Tonight's excursion included Lowe's, to look for an adaptor so I can replace my shower head, new drawer myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-870976102003-01-08T00:10:00.000-05:002003-01-08T00:10:19.513-05:00The Sound of Music, 2002
It's official. I am moved in, and have had my first official social gathering. Thanks to all for coming over and hanging out. Hopefully it wil be the first of many; we don't get together enough!
On other fronts, I finally broke and watched a FOX reality show. Joe Millionaire is quite possibly the most offensive, anti-feminist show on television. The women were, formyopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-869103652003-01-04T00:57:00.000-05:002003-01-04T01:10:53.000-05:00New Year, New Beginnings
Happy New Year, everyone. Here's hoping that all hangovers have subsided by this point just in time for the weekend parties.
The last month has gone by non-stop. Much of it was spent sorting through every last piece of crap in my apartment, trying to decide if I really needed it, and carting off what didn't make the cut down to the apartment complex dumpsters in the myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-857715222002-12-10T02:23:00.000-05:002002-12-10T02:23:45.266-05:00'Tis the Season to Be Sickly...
Ugh. Did anyone get the number of that truck? And could someone get it to come back and finish the job? Apparently running me over and then backing up and running me over again didn't quite do me in completely.
I do not have time for this. I'm supposed to be packing and moving things. I was supposed to have my entire kitchen moved by this point, and be myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-854478742002-12-03T17:27:00.000-05:002002-12-03T18:30:07.000-05:00Cleaning House
For those of you who don't know yet, I'm moving.
Don't look at me like that. I know that I had said in the past that I would probably never move. The hassle of moving eight years ago is still pretty fresh in my mind. I'd had a falling out with my roommate back then, and after a few tries to solve the disagreements amicably (one of which Rosencrantz attempted her best to myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-848354952002-11-20T17:04:00.000-05:002002-11-20T17:14:13.000-05:00 Things That Make you Go "Grrrrrr..."
You know, most of the time I try to have a good attitude about things, but sometimes I let life get to me.
This is one of those times.
To start off, I finally got the results back from my blood tests and ultrasound on my thyroid. I had been told that the results would be back by the end of the week. That is, the end of last week. As of Tuesday morning,myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-844252692002-11-12T12:23:00.000-05:002002-11-12T12:26:00.000-05:00Doctor, Doctor
(Warning: The following entry is about various experiences in doctors' offices. It contains references to bodily fluids and icky girl stuff. If that kind of thing bothers you, don't read it. Go support me or Rosencrantz or Tyim in our NaNoWriMo insanity and read our novels or something.)
I hate going to the doctor. This has nothing to do with any weird phobias about needlesmyopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-841279982002-11-06T13:38:00.000-05:002002-11-06T13:38:40.826-05:00Progressing to Points Unknown
Whew!
NaNoWriMo has begun, and so far I'm managing to keep with my quota. (I hit 8413 words last night, 78 words more than my daily average requires.) So far I'm feeling quite comfortable with the pace and direction of my story. It could probably be better, but the month of December is reserved for revisions. Right now, it's just about getting the words down onmyopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-837386902002-10-29T17:45:00.000-05:002002-11-01T01:35:37.000-05:00Countdown to Insanity
Is it Friday yet?
That's the question I keep asking myself. It has nothing to do with the end of the working week or the beginning of the weekend and everything to do with getting no sleep and going insane for a 30 day period.
Yes, it's NaNoWriMo time again.
After last year's experience, I'm surprised I didn't completely try to prevent myself from acknowledging that themyopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-835399042002-10-26T00:03:00.000-04:002002-10-26T18:52:59.000-04:00Inside Pandora's Box
There are times that I think the world is an evil place.
When I'm at work, I occasionally read the news. And it's very seldom that you read anything good these days. Terrorism, war, campaign mudslinging, missing children, hurricanes, police dishonesty, worldwide political unrest. It's enough to almost make you give up on the rest of the human race.
Lately, the news has myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-830041132002-10-15T03:14:00.000-04:002002-10-26T00:12:16.000-04:00Panic
"I hate to say this," said my attorney as we sat down at the Merry-Go-Round Bar on the second balcony, “but this place is getting to me. I think I'm getting the Fear." - Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Hunter S. Thompson
At times, I have a tendency to overreact about things. This is one of those times.
I signed up for NaNoWriMo again this year, and already the fear is seeping in. Lastmyopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-826950022002-10-08T12:48:00.000-04:002002-10-26T18:52:01.000-04:00Where Does the Time Go?
Hello? Anyone out there?
(crickets chirping)
Oops. I really had no intentions of being gone that long. (And yes, I know I say that every time I go on hiatus, but it's true.) Things have been non-stop crazy in my life for the past few weeks. And yet, not a whole lot has happened.
Work kicked into high gear and is just now starting to let up. With school starting myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-806846082002-08-25T05:39:00.000-04:002002-08-25T10:41:58.000-04:00Plan B
I was really looking forward to ths weekend.
Roger Mexico called me from New York City last week. He was in town for a seminar on digital recording, and had just returned from a late night on the town. We chatted for a while, and during the conversation he mentioned that he might be able to visit me the following weekend. Hooray!
Of course a few days later I started to worry if this myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-803738452002-08-17T21:01:00.000-04:002002-08-17T21:01:55.500-04:00R-E-S-P-E-C-T
I just got back from the All About Kids Expo, and I am so frustrated that I could scream.
I wasn't looking forward to working there this weekend in the first place. The idea of manning a booth in a convention center full of hyperactive kids wasn't my idea of a fun way to spend a Saturday afternoon. But I accepted my shift assignment, and drove downtown, expecting the worst.
myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-799421762002-08-07T12:41:00.000-04:002002-08-07T12:49:32.000-04:00Where Everybody Knows Your Name
Last night after work, I headed out to Zappagirl's house to get some dinner and pick up my copy of The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring on DVD like a good geek girl. I figured the biggest of my worries for the evening was going to be assembling the storage unit that Zappagirl had, in an effort to boost her accessories sales, conned me into buying. (myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-796492352002-07-31T13:43:00.000-04:002002-07-31T15:38:06.000-04:00What Have We Learned?
OK, it's been a few days since the conclusion of Blogathon 2002. I've tried to catch up on my sleep, but my schedule is still kind of out of whack. Granted, this probably has a lot less to do with the event, and a lot more with me having a screwy sleep schedule to begin with.
And as I predicted, Rosencrantz called me Monday night to tell me that I was insane. She had myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-795091302002-07-28T09:03:00.000-04:002002-07-28T09:03:41.586-04:00And I can see by the checkered flag that this year's Blogathon is officially over.
We did it. We survived. It was a lot of fun, but I'm really glad that this only happens once a year. My brain hurts.
It didn't go as well as planned, but I think we did pretty good for rookies. Next year, we'll know what to expect.
Sometime in the next few days, I'll go back and change some of my settings myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-795086542002-07-28T08:31:00.000-04:002002-07-28T08:31:51.673-04:00The wind-down ritual has begun.
In the last interim, I took the opportunity to change into my jammies, and run downstairs to retrieve the Diet Coke and the Tylenol PM. Well, I retrieved all that after I fed the cats, since Kemper was standing in the doorway of the kitchen with an expectant look on his face. "Hey you! Yeah, you! Lady that isn't Mom! You've got opposable thumbs! Could you myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-795082082002-07-28T08:01:00.000-04:002002-07-28T08:03:33.000-04:00I've been trying to keep my mailbox cleaned out on a regular basis during this event, but there was apparently something wacky going on with the group mailing list. When I signed back into my Hotmail account, I had 25 new emails waiting for me. One of them was one I sent in somewhere around the halfway point, and it had just made it to my inbox.
The next time I do something like this, I'm myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-795077252002-07-28T07:28:00.000-04:002002-07-28T07:28:46.163-04:00And of course, just as I was starting to write my post, the computer crashed. Thankfully we were able to reboot it in time to get something up by 7:30.
Zappagirl is currently apologizing to her cats for messing up their sleep schedules. I'm wearing my blue tinted sunglasses, because it's just too damn bright in here.
Four posts to go, and I still have no idea what to write about.
Paisley myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-795072602002-07-28T06:53:00.000-04:002002-07-28T06:54:09.000-04:00Oh, crap. I just got my second wind, and now I'm never going to get to sleep after this.
Zappagirl and I just took a couple of pictures when we were in the exhausted phase. Unfortunately, Timmy has gone to bed (like any sane person would do), so we won't get them posted until some time tomorrow.
Staying up all night is much easier to do when you don't have to do it. On any other weekend, myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-795068282002-07-28T06:22:00.000-04:002002-07-28T06:22:54.450-04:00You know, as we get closer to the end of this thing, and I think that I've completely lost my mind, I'm really glad that I'm not alone in this. Judging from the email that's been coming from the mailing list, everyone's brains are collectively turning to mush.
Zappagirl just spent a good five minutes cackling wildly for no apparent reason. I'm shuffling around the room like a little old woman,myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-795064662002-07-28T05:57:00.000-04:002002-07-28T05:57:19.730-04:00My eyes are starting to hurt. I have a giant achy knot between my shoulders. My brain has completely shut down. I can't think of a single thing to talk about. Help me, CNN!
Oh, here we go. The Russian Tea Room is closing. Man, that's just wrong. First The Fantasticks, now this.
I'm having trouble typing at the moment. I just found myself staring at the keyboard, trying to figure out whymyopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-795060912002-07-28T05:30:00.000-04:002002-07-28T05:30:40.050-04:00In an effort to find something of substance to say, I'm checking out the news to find out what's going on in the world besides Blogathon.
I'm happy to report that all nine of the trapped miners in Pennsylvania were rescued.
Just when I thought that the human race couldn't get any dumber, someone's gotta go and prove me wrong.
"They said '100 percent beef.' I thought that meant it was good myopicnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-873908.post-795055012002-07-28T04:50:00.000-04:002002-07-28T04:50:54.630-04:00OK, this is the funniest song ever written. (The mp3 is here. Especially when you actually know someone like that... but I won't go into that subject at the moment.
We have officially reached the point of insanity. We're singing along to the South Park: Bigger, Longer, and Uncut soundtrack and doing the voices. Our version of "What Would Brian Boitano Do?" was beau-ti-ful.
I'm reaching the myopicnoreply@blogger.com0