http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lkvhnRAd4V0
Bethany brought this commercial to my attention (of course she did!). You just know the writers who came up with this did so late, late at night after gorging on pixie sticks and Cokes.
4.12.2007
4.10.2007
Happy effin' Birthday to me
Blah. At 12:16 am EST on this date in 1976, I saw the light - literally. Past the age of twelve, birthdays have ceased to make me happy (well except for the surprise party Jen and Donna threw for my 18th birthday - that was fun)...instead they just make me sad. And it's not about the age thing really (although I can't say I am rejoicing at now being IN my 30's instead of just 30). Birthdays are naturally melancholic - for me anyway; too reflective or something. I feel like staying home from work today and just letting this day go by without notice. But I won't. Again, blah.
On a brighter non-birthday related topic, I have my first tennis league match of the season tonight. Yay!
Editor's Note: Strike that - no tennis to cheer me up tonight...my opponent called and asked to reschedule for Sunday. *sigh*
On a brighter non-birthday related topic, I have my first tennis league match of the season tonight. Yay!
Editor's Note: Strike that - no tennis to cheer me up tonight...my opponent called and asked to reschedule for Sunday. *sigh*
4.06.2007
Easter Battle
I am sad and disheartened to report that there is a veritable war going on at my office. Factions are forming. Alliances have been sealed. There has been passionate debate going on all week. Those who were once friends have turned to bitter rivals almost overnight. It has been harrowing to say the least.
What, you ask, could be the cause of such destructive behavior? Religious differences? Political stances? Moral and ethical dilemmas? No. No. And no. Even worse....brace yourselves....candy. Candy is the source of our "Eve of Destruction". Easter candy to be more precise. A great divide between those who love Cadbury Creme Eggs and those who adore Reese's Peanut Butter Eggs; a chasm filled with distrust, misunderstanding, and fear.
True enough, I fall on the side of Cadbury Creme Eggs, but I accept all candy preferences and orientations. After all, isn't it all just one piece of the great sugary goodness? Can't we all just enjoy our preferred Easter candy and extend tolerance to those who don't share our preference (yes, even to the poor lost souls who prefer Jelly Beans or Peeps). Let us lay aside our differences and embrace our shared love and enjoyment of Easter candy. Let us not revert to violence and insults. Tolerance my friends...tolerance...
What, you ask, could be the cause of such destructive behavior? Religious differences? Political stances? Moral and ethical dilemmas? No. No. And no. Even worse....brace yourselves....candy. Candy is the source of our "Eve of Destruction". Easter candy to be more precise. A great divide between those who love Cadbury Creme Eggs and those who adore Reese's Peanut Butter Eggs; a chasm filled with distrust, misunderstanding, and fear.
True enough, I fall on the side of Cadbury Creme Eggs, but I accept all candy preferences and orientations. After all, isn't it all just one piece of the great sugary goodness? Can't we all just enjoy our preferred Easter candy and extend tolerance to those who don't share our preference (yes, even to the poor lost souls who prefer Jelly Beans or Peeps). Let us lay aside our differences and embrace our shared love and enjoyment of Easter candy. Let us not revert to violence and insults. Tolerance my friends...tolerance...
4.04.2007
Power Failure
Adios, fluorescent slave drivers!
Hola, gentle daylight.
So long, glowing screen of productivity!
Greetings, chatter and laughter.
Farewell, stern time-keepers!
Welcome, giggling in a darkened hallway.
Good-bye, technology!
Hello, human interaction.
We were without power at work today for nearly an hour. No lights, no phones, no computers, no elevators, no air conditioning...well, you get the idea. Needless to say, the lack of modern technology was fairly alarming and positively crippling. It was fun! People got stuck in the elevator and firemen had to come to get them out! It was great! And it was somewhat surprising to realize there was really very little productive work we could do under the extraneous circumstances...so, we all just milled around, chatting and joking.
As a kid I always loved when we would have a storm and the power would go out at our house. Maybe it was simply the novelty of having no modern (by my childhood standards) conveniences. My parents would light oil lamps and my sister and I would dig out our flashlights and whip the beams around the room to create a "disco" effect. Sometimes we'd play a boardgame by candlelight (usually Monopoly) or we'd pop popcorn on our gas stovetop or Bethany and I would try to tell ghost stories to each other and then get totally freaked out. It was great. It was a giant step out of routine and normalcy and today at the office it was no different. Well....there was no popcorn or Monopoly...but there was a refreshing break from the expected. A break from technology. I would suggest routine power failures...but then of course that would defeat the fun, unexpected quality of the situation.
Hola, gentle daylight.
So long, glowing screen of productivity!
Greetings, chatter and laughter.
Farewell, stern time-keepers!
Welcome, giggling in a darkened hallway.
Good-bye, technology!
Hello, human interaction.
We were without power at work today for nearly an hour. No lights, no phones, no computers, no elevators, no air conditioning...well, you get the idea. Needless to say, the lack of modern technology was fairly alarming and positively crippling. It was fun! People got stuck in the elevator and firemen had to come to get them out! It was great! And it was somewhat surprising to realize there was really very little productive work we could do under the extraneous circumstances...so, we all just milled around, chatting and joking.
As a kid I always loved when we would have a storm and the power would go out at our house. Maybe it was simply the novelty of having no modern (by my childhood standards) conveniences. My parents would light oil lamps and my sister and I would dig out our flashlights and whip the beams around the room to create a "disco" effect. Sometimes we'd play a boardgame by candlelight (usually Monopoly) or we'd pop popcorn on our gas stovetop or Bethany and I would try to tell ghost stories to each other and then get totally freaked out. It was great. It was a giant step out of routine and normalcy and today at the office it was no different. Well....there was no popcorn or Monopoly...but there was a refreshing break from the expected. A break from technology. I would suggest routine power failures...but then of course that would defeat the fun, unexpected quality of the situation.
4.03.2007
Definition of a Crush?
CRUSH [kruhsh]
Noun - Informal: an intense but usually short-lived infatuation.
Verb - (used with object): to press or squeeze with a force that destroys or deforms; become injured, broken or distorted by pressure.
I had this oddly interesting conversation regarding the definition and/or nature of crushes a couple of weeks ago and for some reason it has resurfaced in my mind today. The gist of my friend's opinion was that a crush can easily be viewed as negative (as opposed to harmless and flirty), even destructive, to both parties involved (the crusher and the crushee). Putting unrealistic expectations on a person, building them up in your head, planning a future and then not having those expectations met is emotionally devastating. Well, sure. But, that scenario seems more like obsession rather than an innocuous little crush. When you start naming your unborn children, it has probably moved beyond the crush stage!
For a thirteen year old girl, a crush is cutting pictures out of TeenBeat to tape to her bedroom wall. A crush is pretending to be really interested in stamp collecting so you'll have an opportunity to talk to him. A crush is finding out his class schedule so that maybe you'll accidentally bump into him in the hall.
The idea of a crush has always seemed very innocent and sweet...not all-consuming and obsessive - more of a secret admirer rather than a secret stalker. My insightful friend then brought potentiality into the equation. This was in response to my rather flippant, "well so what?" So what if a person has an obsessive crush - that's their prerogative, right? We're responsible for our own feelings. Well, if the crush stems from a place where there is absolutely no potential, then it will result in unnecessary pain. So, the trick then (if you are the crusher) is figuring out if there's potential or not (hey, there could be potential with me and JT - you don't know!). Or, (in the case of the crushee) if you are perceptive enough to detect that someone has a crush on you and know that there is no potential, then do you have a responsibility to tell them so? Yes, it's all very complicated.
Therefore, I plan to steer clear of crushes from now on just avoid any inherent complications or presuppositions. So when my phone rings and I see his name on my screen, and my stomach does a little happy flip... and when I see or hear something that makes me think of him, and I break into a smile... and when I look forward to seeing him. This is not a crush...this is a...what? A like? An admire? A respect? An enjoyment? A non-obsessive crush? Hmmm...I'll have to come up with an appropriate title. Or maybe it shouldn't be labeled at all.
Noun - Informal: an intense but usually short-lived infatuation.
Verb - (used with object): to press or squeeze with a force that destroys or deforms; become injured, broken or distorted by pressure.
I had this oddly interesting conversation regarding the definition and/or nature of crushes a couple of weeks ago and for some reason it has resurfaced in my mind today. The gist of my friend's opinion was that a crush can easily be viewed as negative (as opposed to harmless and flirty), even destructive, to both parties involved (the crusher and the crushee). Putting unrealistic expectations on a person, building them up in your head, planning a future and then not having those expectations met is emotionally devastating. Well, sure. But, that scenario seems more like obsession rather than an innocuous little crush. When you start naming your unborn children, it has probably moved beyond the crush stage!
For a thirteen year old girl, a crush is cutting pictures out of TeenBeat to tape to her bedroom wall. A crush is pretending to be really interested in stamp collecting so you'll have an opportunity to talk to him. A crush is finding out his class schedule so that maybe you'll accidentally bump into him in the hall.
The idea of a crush has always seemed very innocent and sweet...not all-consuming and obsessive - more of a secret admirer rather than a secret stalker. My insightful friend then brought potentiality into the equation. This was in response to my rather flippant, "well so what?" So what if a person has an obsessive crush - that's their prerogative, right? We're responsible for our own feelings. Well, if the crush stems from a place where there is absolutely no potential, then it will result in unnecessary pain. So, the trick then (if you are the crusher) is figuring out if there's potential or not (hey, there could be potential with me and JT - you don't know!). Or, (in the case of the crushee) if you are perceptive enough to detect that someone has a crush on you and know that there is no potential, then do you have a responsibility to tell them so? Yes, it's all very complicated.
Therefore, I plan to steer clear of crushes from now on just avoid any inherent complications or presuppositions. So when my phone rings and I see his name on my screen, and my stomach does a little happy flip... and when I see or hear something that makes me think of him, and I break into a smile... and when I look forward to seeing him. This is not a crush...this is a...what? A like? An admire? A respect? An enjoyment? A non-obsessive crush? Hmmm...I'll have to come up with an appropriate title. Or maybe it shouldn't be labeled at all.
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