>> 21 October 2010
>> 20 October 2010
My work is claiming this week is employee appreciation week.
Mighty funny- employee appreciation week just happens to fall a month after they received one of the worst employee survey's ever in the history of the company. Crazy. Stupid survey.
This place isn't that bad. Aside from the heavy overuse of Corporate lingo and the ever-lasting- for the love of god- don't make me stick it where you won't like it- pen-clicking it's one of the better places I've worked.
Anyhoodle- so in celebration of E.A.W.we have a wild and zany activity every single day. Monday was zany hat day, Tuesday- ugly Hawaiian shirt day, Wednesday wear your favorite team jersey and on and on and on and on.
Don't get me wrong I can party down with the best of them.But forced merriment in a place of business STRESSES ME OUT. IT'S NOT FUN. It's the opposite of fun.
If we're going to have forced merriment week, we should really have gone all out. Talk Like a pirate day. Straight-Jacket Day, Dress like your favorite Gilligan's Island character Day. Thunder Down Under Day.
>> 19 October 2010
So I had this idea. I was going to write a bucket list- only in reverse... or backwards...or whatever.
You know a bucket list is where you write all the things you want to do before you kick the bucket 'cept mine was going to be all the things I didn't want to do before I kicked the bucket.
Only I was still in the planning stages. All I had come up with so far was that I didn't want to ever, ever go on this ride and that I never, ever wanted to jump out of a plane. Ever. But then I saw this.
How did she reach inside my brain and pull out my idea????
How? Is she a magician? Is she psychic? Am I getting up in the middle of the night and reading blogs and forgetting the next morning? Is every thought I have really an extension of someone else's thought? Should I buy extra tin foil?
You know what I'm going to add on my anti-bucket list. I'm going to write a book of all the things I'm not going to do.
>> 18 October 2010
SuperGirl has this new trick where she says something and then automatically follows it up with a Yeah? Yeah?
As in "You should totally give me $5.00 the next time we go to the mall so I can buy a pink I Love Boobies Bracelet. Yeah?... Yeah?.... Yeah?"
She keeps saying it until I say Yeah back.
Only I am too smart for her Vulcan mind tricks.
Everyone knows once you say Yeah- YOU PROMISED. Even though you only meant to say I heard you.
>> 12 October 2010
We were supposed to see a scary movie this weekend. I don't know WTH I was thinking agreeing to take the kids, I hate scary movies. I don't know what it was about the late 80's early 90's but the only movies I remember as a kid are ones designed to ensure I never slept, showered or entered the ocean again. Jaws, that creepy Orca movie, Halloween, Nightmare on Elm Street, Night of the Living Dead, ET.
So needless to say, I don't need to see the corn syrup a-flying.
When we got to the theater this was playing...
Never-mind I don't want to see this movie. I'll go watch little children eat other little children instead.
I stayed. I watched. I tried to keep an open mind. I cringed at the topic a little.
But.... Pleasantly surprised. This was the most visually beautiful movie I've seen in a long -time. Yes- I liked it and not just because of my girl-crush on Lauren Graham. Glad we saw it on the big screen. Don't think it would have had the same impact on the little screen. Everything a movie should be- an insurmountable problem, zany crazy happenings and a too-pat ending. But parts were heart-rending real.
Glad I didn't miss it. Which begs to question. Waz Up Hollywood? I can see the trailer to Jackass 3D- three hundred and seventy-two times but you can't clue me in about this one?
>> 11 October 2010
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>> 03 October 2010
I happened to be listening to NPR yesterday. I know, I know big nerd alert, what can I say? I like it. It's not the rape-murder-fire-weather-traffic-rape-crimes against humanity of local news nor is it the beat the horse to death of CNN. Instead we get fun and whimsical, little news segments like the one yesterday by Rich Juzwiak who writes for an awesome pop culture blog called fourfour.
I swear sometimes, well all the time, the allure of news (or blogging for that matter, novels and storytelling and songs) is in it's ability to state the obvious. Check that- to be the first to state the obvious.
In his segment yesterday Juzwiak explored the reality TV concept of "I'm not here to make friends." Probably one of the most over-stated exclamations on the shows we love to hate. So much so, I've developed a slight tick, ok, ok, the whole left side of my face spasms each time the words fly out of some snotty brat's over-collagened lips.
But the story got me thinking.
Well first, Rich, you are wasting your time blogging- you're very well spoken. Have you thought about radio or TV, Rich? You're a good-looking guy. Just think about it.
But back to the topic at hand.
When are we here to make friends exactly? Once you leave school, in what situation are you in when you go out of your way to make friends. At work? At church? At PTA? Sports? When do you go out of your way to make deep abiding, let's share our milk and braid each other's hair, friends?
Do we lose that ability once we become adults. Or does it simply become a giant game of what exactly can you do for me? Or maybe even worse- you are exactly like me, we must be friends. Once we hit a certain age do we become way too self-absorbed to share those milk and cookies?