good god O’Malley, what did Meredith do to you?!?

OK, so my sister’s got me hooked on this Grey’s Anatomy. I just can’t stop watching it. Well, I’ve only seen 3 episodes so far, so I can’t say it’s become excessive yet. But there’s always hope. . .

So, the title of this post is a line from this past Sunday’s episode. Well, those of us who’ve seen it knows what it was she did to him.

But good God, O’Malley, be a man about it! Sheesh. Get over it. They’ve written O’Malley into a pansy; & just before St. Patrick’s Day! That’s his ppls’ holiday (w/ a name like O’Malley, he’s gotta be Irish, right?).

Back in the day, men used to be men. What happened to them all? There was a time when men wore armour & protected ppl & king’s riches, & all that other cool stuff. And yet, they were still sensitive to women. They respected them, opened doors for them, walked on the outside when going down the street, carried all their bags, etc. I forgot this wonderful complete (real) definition of a man until just a couple of years ago.

But this type of man is now going extinct. These nervous twitters are being left behind in their place.

Today’s mothers aren’t raising men, they’re raising little boys with no manners. I won’t even mention what I heard a little 7-year old boy saying to a little girl a couple of months ago. It was just disgraceful! Don’t parents raise their kids w/ manners & decorum anymore?

I had a conversation w/ one of my girls a few weeks ago where she told me that the square-jawed man is becoming extinct. Seriously, as men are evolving, this is a physical feature that is fading w/ the passing of time. Their jaws are more rounded now, like a woman’s. I think men need to remember their place. Respect women, & not be candy-pansies.

me in a book

Which literature classic are you?

I can be such a copycat sometimes. I saw this quiz that they did over at the pink shoe & at film literate, & I instantly wanted to try it. I love comparisions.

The questions were really tough, though! This is no “fluff quiz”. There was one question that I didn’t think any of the choices even applied to me. But it made me go back & answer it. It wouldn’t let me submit the quiz w/out picking at least one of the options. So, I picked one; trying to get it as accurate as possible.

I think it’s b/c I don’t like to commit to “being” a certain way. I am one of those ppl who will change her mind 5 million & 17 times, then at the last minute, BAM, I’ll just go w/ one of my earlier choices. I don’t like to define who I am either. And I don’t like labels.

Anyway, keeping all this in mind, I did the quiz. Go & try it yourself (click on the link at the top of this post). And this is what I got:

J.R.R. Tolkien: Lord of the Rings

You are entertaining and imaginative, creating whole new worlds around yourself. Well loved, you have a whole league of imitators, none of which is quite as profound as you are. Stories and songs give a spark of joy in the middle of your eternal battle with the forces of evil.

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mo money. . .

. . . mo probs.

Yep, that’s right. The House (of Reps) ratified the Deficit Reduction Act. This is another example of things that just don’t make sense to me. Here’s the deal:

They want to cut $39.5 billion through 2010 from the federal budget; thus saving taxpayers almost $40 billion.

That sounds all kosher and all. It seems to be great for most ppl, the average taxpayer will save about $300 (I’m not clear if this amount is per year, or over the next 5 years; but prob over the next 5). I’m sure most of the ppl who read my blog have student loans though. For kids currently in college, it opens up some options & increases the amount of moolah they (& their fam) can borrow. It’s going to cut about $12.7 billion from student loans, but will allow kids to borrow more money. Don’t ask me how that works, it all seems very contradictory to me.

But for those of us paying on loans cause we’re all done w/ our educatin, & we’re now trying to be productive, contributing members of society; we’ll have to pay more in interest.

Starting in July, parents who have the PLUS loan will have an interest hike from 6.1% to 8.5%. That’s about 800,000 parents across the US. A lot of these parents are single-parents w/ only one income trying to help their (multiple) kids through school.

And for the nearly 10 million kids (TEN MILLION ppl!!) out there who have a Stafford Loan, your interest is gonna go up to 6.9% (from the current 5.3%). I know that for those of you making payments, you already know that 5.3% is already a hike from what it was.

It’s supposed to be a good thing: lower loan fees & higher loan limits. But it seems to be a temporary good thing. Cause in the long run, they’re killin us in the interest. That’s just my take on it all, though. And I’m not pretending to understand a lot of it.

porker

hahaha. Oh my, I just read one of the funniest stories I’ve seen in a while. Seriously, go read it, it’s here. It’ll literally take about 4 minutes to read.

Didja read it? I can’t believe this guy OR this girl. First, no one dumps someone they’ve been dating for 10 months because they’ve put on a couple of pounds. Here’s the line from the article:

The weight gain, which Kristoff estimated to be between three and five pounds, transformed the young woman into “kind of a porker,” according to Kristoff.

Three to five pounds! Are you kiddin me?!? Five pounds does not a porker make. Na-uh.

This Michael Kristoff character needs help. This is complete displacement. First, he was probably headin towards breaking up w/ her anyway. This is just his excuse. Sad one at that.

And she accepted his break-up over an email! No! She needs to get to where he is, & explain to him that she does not need someone like that in her life anyway. This story is so ridiculous.

I have a friend who could’ve inhaled a 2 pound box of Malley’s* (& has on occasion), & I haven’t stopped being friends w/ her b/c of it. Oh, & this Kristoff guy better not ever give any girl those Trader Joe’s truffles. That’s just a divorce waitin to happen.

Aaaahh, Trader Joe’s truffles. I’m going into a trance-like state just thinking about them now. I think they are the best thing about the holiday season. Oh, & the time off work to enjoy them.

*Malley’s is a local chocolatier
**alt title of post: I heart chocolate.

my stapler rocks

Y’all remember Office Space? Of course you do. You remember that guy & his stapler? How much he treasured it? If it was a chick, he’d so marry it/her. I don’t blame him cause his stapler was hot! All red like a firecracker. Well, I have this stapler . . .

This is a picture of my stapler. It’s the standard-issue picture from the catalog. I’ll try to take a pic of it on my desk maybe. If I remember, & I’m not doing something else, & I remember to take my cam in.

Sooo…..  maybe not.

Regardless, my stapler rocks. When I started my job, I was asked if I wanted a new chair. I have a great executive chair that was ordered just a few months before I started. But they weren’t sure if I found it comfortable or not. I couldn’t care less. But, I did say that I couldn’t use their pens (yes, I’m a pen-snob; & no, I don’t care that I’m a pen-snob). So, I had to order all new pens for myself (by the dozen), & I’m the only one in the whole building who uses these pens. It’s completely fine, b/c I am absolutely incredible at my job, & I end up going through about a dozen pens a year anyway. So, it’s not like I don’t use them.

Oh, back to the stapler. So, I found myself stapling papers w/ the “professional, typical, black” stapler you see on most ppl’s desks (see pic below left). But everytime I stapled something, I had this pain in my wrist (no, I’m not being melodramatic here, it really hurt). Also, I can’t lay the paper down on the desk to staple, I have to pick up the stapler to do it. I don’t know why, that’s just how I is. But it hurt. It was like a muscle was being pulled or something (I’m not a doc, so I have no idea what it was). So, that prompted me to high-tail it to the person who does all our office supply ordering & ask to borrow the catalog. Only I can puruse a office supply catalog for over an hour. Anyway, I came across this beautiful blue bombshell (above). Did I mention I was also trying to add some color to my work-space?

Here’s the description they use in the catalog (for my blue stapler):

The Ready Grip stapler delivers exceptional comfort and control. Soft-touch material makes for added comfort, and the durable half-strip mechanism offers long life. Contemporary form fits the hand perfectly. Compact, upright design gives go-anywhere convenience. Features low staple indicator. Staples two to 20 sheets of 20 lb paper.

And now, everyone wants to use it. Ppl come from miles around. Ok, well maybe not all around, but the other 2 ppl I share an office w/ are always using mine instead of their own. So, in conclusion, my stapler rocks. And it reminds me of the dude from Office Space.

And on the topic of office supply catalogs, did anyone else notice that the guy on the back of the “Office Max” catalog is the crab-man from the my name is Earl show. I only watched the first 3 or 4 episodes of that show, but I swear it’s the same guy! Does anyone know for sure? The show was ok, but not great enough to make me a regular, “I’ve gotta tune-in every week” person. I gave it a chance cause it had Jason Lee from all the Kevin Smith movies as the title character. Kev should make another movie. If any of you guys have his number, please pass that message along to him. Thanks.

Oh, & if you’re one of those ppl that don’t really click on links; make an exception & click on the Kevin Smith link above. It goes to his blog, & if you’re a Kev Smith fan, you’ll enjoy it.

reggae-fest

OK, what’s up with all the Reggae stuff happening on Sundays?! I used to be fine w/ it, b/c it all used to happen in the afternoons. There was one summer that Carlos Jones played every afternoon on the deck of Shooters. “Shooters on the water” was a place that if you went to at night, the girls there would look you up & down (2 feet away from you), then scoff, & make their remarks about you. Loudly. W/in 2 feet of you. And they were harsh. You see, the girls there were all sluts (well, not all, but mostly), & they dressed pretty trashy. Think Sienna Miller, but coked out w/ some Naomi Campbell attitude thrown in. But during the day, I think they were safely locked in their coffins.

Anyway, in the afternoons, it was quite lovely. Summertime, on a huge wooden deck, w/ the ships going up & down the river (the deck goes over part of the Cuyahoga River), & servers to wait on you as you bask in the sunshine. The weather was always temperate, warm but not too hot, & there was always a refreshing breeze that came w/ each sip of your refreshing beverage. Aaahh, it was the life. Also, I was younger (by a couple of years, but younger is younger none the less).

Anyway, back to Carlos Jones. I 1st saw him play back in the day in Kent, about 10 years ago. [I’ve talked about Kent before but in case you missed it, that’s where I gots my schoolin on.] In fact, I used to go see them w/ my dear friend Shan, who actually ended up in a picture inside their cd cover. I can totally mention her b/c she never reads this blog.

Complete sidenote: only 2 of my real-life friends actually read any of this. Is this a common thing? To not have your real-life friends read your blog? Maybe cause I don’t really promote it, or talk about it, or even acknowledge it. Oh, maybe that’s why. Never mind then.

So, back then, ‘Los played in a band called First Light. And of course, I didn’t know what his name was (I’m self-involved, remember?). So, 10 years later, when I would see him at Shooters, I didn’t make the connection that this was the same dude. But now I know. And knowing is half the battle (yo Joe!).

There’s another weird Carlos Jones/Kent connection. That place I worked at through college, Ray’s. [Yes, I've mentioned Ray's before too.] I worked in the kitchen there w/ this guy Dan. Well, Dan’s in ‘Los’s current band now, the P.L.U.S. Band. All the ppl at Ray’s were really cool, talented, & smart ppl. Well, except the ones that weren’t; but they were still ok. Well, except the one.

Anyway, this all started cause I was gonna talk about the reggae-fest I went to a couple of Sundays ago (Pookie inspired me to write about it). It all started w/ Reggae-brunch. Even though the show doesn’t start til 4 pm, you have to get there by 11:30 to get a table. Well, I did get there at 11:30 am, & it was packed, & we still had a little trouble snagging a table. Everybody just comes early (it’s at the Parkview every year), & grabs a table & stays all day. They do have a phenomenal brunch, & they’ve got these “crabby crepes” (light, delicious crepes stuffed w/ crab, chedda, & onion in a champagne cream sauce) that’s really incredible. You can click on the link to the Parkview & they have a link on that page to some pics from this year’s Reggae thing. Click on it if you will, I’m not your mom & I’m not gonna force you to. You don’t know most of the ppl there anyway.

To the left is a pic one of my friends took at the Parkview.

So, the band started playing at about 4 pm, & of course, they were amazing. I stayed until 9 pm (I didn’t realize what time it was until I was leaving), but I heard the band played til after midnight. NOW (finally), back to my first point, why do things like this take place on Sundays? I had to work Monday, & I had about 150 musicians flying in from all over the world that I was hosting & had to be alert for. AND, it was almost a 12-hour day for me (7:15 am to 6:30 pm). I was WHOOPED, beat, exhausted, & as one of my dear friends would say “le tired”. They need to either notify companies that there should be no work the next day, or just hold these events on a SATURDAY.

My idea of holding these things on a Saturday is obviously NOT a revolutionary idea. It’s not profound, or original. It’s completely logical. And of course, now there’s a “Buckeye Riddims: The Best of Ohio’s Reggae Rockers CD release party” coming up. Guess when it’s gonna be? Yep, on a Sunday! Starts at 7 pm, and w/ 8 bands! So you know it’s going to be a late night. I don’t think I’ll be able to go; but if it was on a Saturday, I would so be there.

If anyone is in Cleveland next weekend, you should totally check it out though. It’s def going to be a great time. The flyer’s below.

Another sidenote: I was a COMPLETE linkin-machine on this post. So, give yo-self a point for each link you actually clicked on. If you click on them now, it’s only worth half-a-point each.

buffalo soldier . . . .
. .dreadlock rasta

Last Sunday, I went to Reggae-fest in honor of Bob Marley’s birthday (was Feb. 6th). Then, later this week, I saw this picture from the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show (in New York Feb. 13th). I love this dog. I feel like he’s struttin w/ some attitute here, & anyway, as soon as I saw him I got that song (Buffalo Soldier) in my head. In my head, that’s the song that’s playing on the loudspeakers as he’s coming out & doing his thing. Like he’s a supermodel or something. I just felt like sharing this pic w/ y’all.

I think his name’s Quincy, & he’s a komondor (don’t ask, I never even heard of this type of dog before). But I totally dig him.

In other related news, I figured that most ppl don’t know where the term “Buffalo Soldier” came from. So, I thought I’d share.

In 1866, Congress passed a bill allowing the formation of an all black regiment. Some were sent out west to deal w/ “civil unrest”. When they went out west, they had to fight some Native American tribes & Mexican bandits. Well, the Indians ended up calling them “Buffalo Soldiers” out of respect. Buffalos were considered sacred by the tribes. The Indians also compared their stamina, fighting style, the look of their skin, & the feel of their hair.

More info on this can be found at The Dread Library and of course, Wikipedia.

Attn: Hearst Publications

Letter to all fashion magazines (excluding Harper’s Bazaar & W, b/c they have taste; but mostly any other Hearst Publications):

Sienna Miller is not a fashion ‘Do’, a fashion icon, or a person w/ any bit of sensibility AT ALL. Please STOP (read: cease & desist) putting her in magazines as someone/something to aspire to. I do have taste, so you will never see me dressed like trash (read: Sienna Miller).

However, many young, misguided women do not have any taste & seem to rely on your publications to steer them in fashionable directions. I don’t mind your trotting out all the ‘trends’ here & there. I don’t mind seeing every gal shake her booty in the same exact outfit. What I do mind is having to look at trash.

And the problem now becomes that if I tell these ppl that they look like circus-training-school rejects; then they get all huffy-puffy at me. And w/ all the rage going around these days, you just can’t try to help ppl anymore. There are little, discreet things you can do. Like, possible show them pics of your cutie little nieces & nephews; throwing in how amazing it is that these 4 year olds can pick out such great outfits for themselves.

Anyway, do us all a favor & stop putting her name or pictures, or any likeness of her in any publication ever. She’s not cute, she has no taste, or sense, or class, or (obviously) a good stylist. The only thing she has is a great agent (hence her name being everywhere), and an affiliation for wearing little or no clothing (hence ppl wanting to see her all the time).

Thanks.

if the invite were sent . . .

I’m sure some of you are wondering what it must be like to await an invite from someone like Diddy. Well, let me tell you, he’s a little bossy. He takes his status as “designer” quite seriously, and there were some huge (in name, not physically) celebs that got turned away & sent back home simply b/c their shoes (sneaks for some of the rappers) were not “all white”. He will not accept any color. Little racist maybe? Well, it’s not our call. It’s his party & he’ll do as he pleases.

So, for those of you who’ve never received an invite from Diddy (as his friends call him), here’s what said invite would look like . . . (click on it to enlarge & read it)