Friday, April 24, 2009

How I love being harrassed

I decided to go for a walk on my lunch break because it's a nice day and, frankly, I need some kind of exercise before I turn into a blob. I was just walking along, minding my own business when out of nowhere some teenage douchebag in a truck yelled, "Yeah, shake that ass, bitch!" How original. I debated for a moment before flipping him off (that's about all I could get away with as he sped away).

Is it best to ignore comments like that? Part of me is inclined to say yes. But it's hard for me to brush off--I feel disturbed, angry, frustrated that there's nothing I can do except gripe to my coworkers. It's not as scary as the time I was at a concert with Wes, got lost in the crowd for a minute, and some jerk grabbed me to him and wouldn't let me go. When I got over the initial shock, I shoved him away as hard as I could and caught up with Wes. I wish there was some way to make guys like that feel just as scared, threatened, disgusted, upset or even irritated--maybe then they wouldn't behave that way.

When my friend was visiting family in Iran, shopping with her mother and grandmother, a passing man full-on grabbed her crotch. She told her grandmother, who replied, "It's your fault--you walk like an American!"

Maybe I should stop walking like an American.

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

St. Paddy's Day

Green shirt: check.
Celtic ring purchased in Dublin: check.
Four leaf clover necklace: check.
Irish grandmother on father's side: check.

I'm SO not getting pinched today.

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

The following items have been sitting in my truck for months

1. jumper cables
2. rope (ok, actually a clothesline, but it could still save lives!)
3. baby wipes (i got them at the dollar store, and they're excellent at removing paint)
4. two slightly dirty towels

The jumper cables finally came in handy today.

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Why I have to gird my loins to blog

I always find it difficult to throw my opinion out into the world (the world of the internet, that is). The few times that I have, there's been immediate backlash. (Don't ever comment on an opera clip on youtube, ever ever ever.) It's not that I feel I have nothing to say on certain subjects, it's that I would rather not deal with twenty five people telling me I'm totally wrong and stupid. There's only so much you can do to defend yourself before an argument becomes pointless. Most people would rather assert the same thing over and over and over than agree to disagree, and after awhile that becomes a waste of my time.

Friday, February 6, 2009

Rough Week

Work
I like my job. Sometimes. This week I really hated that I have to be here five days in a row at the same time every day. I really miss the randomness of school. Also, sleep-deprivation on Tuesday night had me in a horrible mood on Wednesday. Horrible mood+customer service=disaster waiting to happen.

Christian Bale

has been my celebrity husband ever since I watched Little Women (over ten years now). My boss is trying to convince me to divorce him since he turned out to be such a jerk, but I just can't bring myself to do it. I did read his apology on Perez Hilton and it sounds sincere... I mean, we all have crappy days and go off on people. Maybe not 4 minutes of the f-bomb though...

Michael Phelps
Here's the thing. I don't smoke pot and I don't really think it's the best use of anyone's time, but I don't judge. I've seen people who do it a lot who are talented, intelligent and functional, and people who do it a lot who just sit on the couch and rot. But I can't f***ing believe that Michael Phelps is getting suspended from swimming over that stupid picture! If he gets his medals taken away, I'll punch someone in the face. What about Lindsey Lohan? She's a coked out whore. Miley Cyrus? Media whore. I'd rather have people looking up to Michael Phelps than those two, or many other celebrities, bong hit or no bong hit. I mean, for the love of god, the guy's in the pool almost 24/7. He actually has talent. He deserves those medals, and he deserves a break.

Grey's Anatomy
The so-called big crossover show with Private Practice turned out to be one phone call between Derek and Addison. I wasted a whole hour watching stupid Private Practice. I love Kate Walsh, AND Amy Brenneman, AND Taye Diggs, but that show just irritates the shit out of me. Maybe it's because I despise LA in general. ANYWAY, all that plus they're hinting that Izzie Stevens has cancer. If Katherine Heigl gets written out, I will boycott Grey's!!!!! Not that anyone cares but me.

Wes's Birthday
I wish I could have made it more exciting for him. I was so tired I could barely stay awake to bowl with him... It's tough when your b-day's in the middle of the week! Tune in next year :(

Monday, February 2, 2009

Zingiber officinale

That's the scientific name of ginger. I know this because I'm watching Alton Brown make ginger snaps and, well, you know how Alton Brown is. And now I really want ginger snaps... dang it. Plus, "zingiber" is a cool word. It even sounds spicy. Aaaaanyway...

Welcome to my inner monologue, ladies and gents! It could be worse. I could be graphing how fast I type with QWERTY versus Dvorak. (Wicked burn!) I dunno, to me, Dvorak is the Czech composer who wrote the so called "New World" symphony, among other things. Sorry, Wes.

Omg now Alton Brown is making homemade ginger ale! Apparently the man can do anything. It's amazing.

Well, that's my blog. Eventually I'll have something more exciting to write about than the food network.