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Thursday, August 28, 2003




My old college roommate is the first of my friends to get married. Hooray for him.

I've known his fiancee for a quite a while, the three of us practically lived together our sophomore year of college. Incidentally, if it weren't for Circa they would have never met. Circa and the fiancee were friends their freshman year and at the beginning of sophomore year when the roommate and I lived next door to Circa, the fiancee would bounce around the halls talking to whomever would listen..many times it was me. My roommate...well he kept to himself...

Until, ironically enough, i had to leave town to attend a wedding one weekend, and found upon my return, that he had a wife... well, a girlfriend that would fast become his wife.... are you following so far?

So they've been together since September (October?) of 1998. Their wedding is in October in the Florida Keys. It should be nice.

This weekend is his bachelor party, three nights in Atlantic City, NJ. This will be my first time to a bachelor party and my first time to Atlantic City. I've yet to hear from his best man, who traditionally, should be planning the events, festivities and debauchery. I was going to pick up some...'party favors' last night at CondomWorld ('boobie glasses' where the nose of the glasses is a woman's chest...an inflatable sheep...and several other traditional party favors)

But then I had second thoughts...What if his friends are squares? what if they find my gifts wholly inappropriate? What if I've suddenly turned what was supposed to be a weekend celebration of my roommate's union with the woman he loves into a cheap and disgusting show of moral-less attitudes and manners.

So I put the 'favors' back, walked out empty handed...and now I regret it. I may go back in today and pick up said 'favors' and get this party going. Anyone know where I can rent a donkey or Tawny Kitaen?


Sunday, August 24, 2003


According to the Wall Street Journal's Career Journal the nation's top ten best jobs are:
  1. Biologist
  2. Actuary
  3. Financial planner
  4. Computer-systems analyst
  5. Accountant
  6. Software engineer
  7. Meteorologist
  8. Paralegal assistant
  9. Statistician
  10. Astronomer
and the nation's top ten worst jobs are:
  1. Lumberjack
  2. Fisherman
  3. Cowboy
  4. Ironworker
  5. Seaman
  6. Taxi driver
  7. Construction worker
  8. Farmer
  9. Roofer
  10. Stevedore (One who is employed in the loading or unloading of ships.)
"The jobs were analyzed according to six key criteria -- environment, income, employment outlook, physical demands, security and stress -- using data from such sources as the U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics and the U.S. Census Bureau, as well as studies from trade associations and industry groups. The lower the score, the higher the ranking."

Comments, anyone?


This is fun.

Thursday, August 21, 2003




The new 2003 Ikea cåtaløg is here!
(courtesy of Cïrcå)

Nøw I knøw where I'll spend the $125.86 my støcks måde for me tødåy!

Wednesday, August 20, 2003


Now, I don't want to get too excited about this, but...

It seems, for some reason, the stock for the company i used to work for and (as a result of a bit of dot-com fever and a certain naivete found only in a recent college grads...) the only stock I own has been going UP the past couple of days. This is the first time in nearly three years that it's worth MORE than I paid for it. How much more? As of close today: $9.24.

Always one to keep me realistic, Circa told me: "that's great...you just made the average cost of admission to an old west tourist attraction."

Yee haw!


Wisdom of the day:

Beware of men who look like DVW.

I can't say that enough.

Tuesday, August 19, 2003


Welcome to Connecticut



I drove from Boston to New York last night, a trip that should take no more than four hours. A trip that, on other days, has taken me less than four hours. A trip of 237 easy miles, most of which are at a speed limit of 65.

Why then, did it take me more than six hours last night? I'll tell you why. Connecticut.

One day, when I pen my autobiography, I'll devote an entire chapter to why i dislike Connecticut. Okay, my conscious is calling and making me clarify myself a bit...I suppose I don't really dislike ALL of Connecticut. I would have to say I only dislike the southwestern quarter of the state. From Hartford to Danbury, Greenwich to New Haven. The rest of the state...well, I don't have much experience with the rest of the state.

Now, dear readers, I realize that some of you may be from Connecticut...Some of you may have parents who still live in Connecticut...Perhaps even a short distance from the only redeeming attraction in Connecticut, Stew Leonards. Well, I won't hold that against you.

I, too, once lived in Connecticut. For two long years. I even had a driver’s license that matched my mailing address. I am no less frustrated, or bitter, with the state than I was when I lived there.

My frustration stems from many things including the lack identity, reasonable prices and most importantly, soul. People play a large part too, but I think what gets to me most, what I really have no patience for is the traffic.

And there is traffic all the time. If you travel in the evening (like I did last night) you'll be stuck in construction traffic. If you travel during the day, you'll be stuck in rush hour traffic. It's unavoidable.

The morning rush hour in southwestern Connecticut starts at 5:30 am and lasts until 1:30 pm, the evening rush hour traffic starts at 2:00 pm and lasts until 9:30 pm. The construction crews begin their shifts at 10:00pm and continue on until 5:00am. Year round.

So, aside from the three lanes merging into one in (1+ hours) Westfield and the ugly incident that ensued (the hot tempers, obscene gestures, colorful language [my mom likes to call it 'sailor talk']) with the guy who drove the entire length, disregarding the signage that told him to move over until he was right next to me...The three lanes merging into one (45 min) then opening up to three lanes again only to merge again 1 mile down the road (45 min) in Bridgeport, the three lanes merging into one (45 min) in Darien and finally the three lanes into one from Greenwich to the NY border (30+ min), I made it home safely...albeit a bit tired.

Needless to say, I'm not looking forward to heading back through on Friday.


Saturday, August 16, 2003


I went to dinner last night with Melissa at a nice Japanese restaurant up the block, but still very much in my neighborhood. It's the kind of restaurant that makes you say "I'm going to bring my parents here the next time they come to visit" so you ask the host at the door if they accept reservations for the little private booths where you sit at a low table, your legs dangling underneath and they shut the rice-paper door to give you some privacy. Very Japanese. Of course they do, but you need at least 5 in the party, so on your way out you start thinking of other people you can invite to dinner with you...

We had ordered Edammame (steamed/salted soybeans) before dinner along with some sweet, cool and refreshing plum wine, both are Japanese favorites of ours. I ordered a tofu salad and 3 maki rolls, Melissa shared my salad and also ordered three maki rolls. I must say, if you've never tried a sweet potato roll before, I suggest you do so. My mouth would be quite happy with me if I had exclusively eaten -- especially in large quantities-- 'Idaho Maki' as it is known...The dinner, of course, was delicious and as we left, we wondered aloud why we don't eat Japanese more often....

Later in the night I realized why. I didn't eat quite enough food...I was hungry later and went to bed instead of eating. Needless to say, when I woke up, I was so weak, I could barely muster the strength to pull myself out of bed...I collapsed on the floor and slowly pulled myself to the kitchen...I ate a bowl of cereal and made some coffee...I felt much better.

On a side note, I had to open a new carton of milk today...talk about energy expenditure...I considered poking a hole in the side with a pencil rather then wrestle with bending the paperboard this way, then that way then out and back in...Alas, I opened it the proper way. I love opening a new carton of milk, it makes me feel like the king of France...okay, maybe I exaggerate about that, but I do like knowing that I have almost an entire half-gallon just waiting for anything I can dream up...

After the cereal, I was still hungry. Having just acquired a loaf of 'Canadian Style Multi-Grain' bread, I threw two pieces in the toaster...then my stomach yelled at me that two measly pieces of toast wasn’t nearly enough to get my hunger under control. I certainly didn’t want a repeat of last night, so I put in another two pieces. Yes, four pieces of toast should do it. After all, I love toast! It's crispy, crunchy and warm...If I could, I would have toast with every breakfast dish. I'm not kidding. You know how at IHOP they give you pancakes with all the breakfasts? I would give people toast with their breakfast. Waffles with toast, French toast with toast, pancakes with toast. Screw you Mr. Atkins, I don't eat nearly enough toast.

So, while I waited for my toast to...er…toast, I poured myself a cup of coffee...by now the cereal was beginning to take hold. Maybe I wasn't quite as hungry as I had thought? Are my eyes really bigger than my stomach, as my parents warned me?
I drank my coffee...waited...waited...waited...the damn toaster takes too long.

Well it's too late now to put the bread back, I can see it's just starting to get brown. Oh my, look at the loaf! It looks like I’ve taken a quarter of the loaf of bread! What was I thinking? Count the pieces...surely you couldn't have really eaten a quarter of the loaf...two..four...okay there are 12 left...that means, plus four...okay 16 total. DOH! I REALLY AM EATING A QUARTER OF THE LOAF! I am a glutton. I feel terrible now. Why would I do this to myself? Such guilt.

Ding goes the toaster. Ouch! The pieces are hot. A little more coffee...Then I'll hunker down and eat them...yes you will eat all of them young man. You're not going to waste a single crust. Eat! You wanted four pieces...

I finished all four pieces and stuffed myself with as much guilt as toast. I can't help but blame then Japanese food for this...If I had eaten Indian, there's no way I would have been that hungry and thus I would have eaten a modest amount of food this morning.

Isn't that right, Mollusk?

PS – Despite everything I could go for some ‘Idaho Maki’ about now…It is that good.


Wednesday, August 13, 2003


And another special thanks to Quicksilver (a.k.a. "I see dumb people") for the link from that wonderfully sarcastic blog.

Tuesday, August 12, 2003


It has been too long since my last post.

I apologize.

New posts soon.

A special thank you goes to The Divine Ms. J for the link.

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