Dan Qwan is my homeboy and I have the shirt to prove it.
Also, I finally saw Blades of Glory and I even though it was what we've come to expect from Will Ferrell and Co. I just love what they do. Every time. Because, ya know, sometimes laughing at that kind of stuff -- and realizing that there are people in the world who just want to make people lose control of themselves laughing for a few minutes -- reaffirms for me some basic sense of justice and balance in the world.
A friend of mine at work wondered about how the law is actually written and I told him that given the political climate in China you could be suspected of engaging in "reincarnation activities" and be arrested, detained, questioned and possibly tortured. Sounds funny doesn't it? It's not...
Um, and to Owen Wilson, whom I completely love and I mean no disrespect by this, when Courtney Love tells you you're hanging with a bad crowd and Woody "I Love Weed" Harrelson stages an intervention, it may be time to start reevaluating your decision-making paradigm.
Also, just because it feels like the right time to do this, to all those people I know or knew once who wonder why I don't talk to you or hide from you when I see you coming or look the other way apathetically or act like I'm annoyed with your presence, it's really not that I hate you cause Mama taught me not to hate the Lord's children. It is however, everything Bob Dylan says in Positively 4th Street. Listen to it. Loud. I'm sure I'll see you later and perhaps we can exchange a glance of understanding...
So, Def Leppard is still really popular apparently. The last time I was at Hi-Fi Buys Amphitheater in Atlanta it was called Lakewood, I was 21 and there to see the Allman Brothers with my college boyfriend, he spoke no more than 3 words to me the entire evening and I don't remember minding.
My sister had the chance to howl at the moon a little, I got to dance on the grass and take pictures, and my brother and his wife got to expand the scope of their shared experiences. A good time was had by all. 10,000 of us...
Connery and I share a birthday tomorrow. I'm sure he's going to spend it in a bathtub full of money. I'll be seeing 80s pop great Def Leppard in the Atl. It takes all kinds no?
Here's a list of other people born on my b-day -- from Ivan the Terrible to Elvis Costello to Tim Burton to Leonard Bernstein to Gene Simmons to Bret Harte, etc... Not including Duncan, who'll be throwing his first birthday cake from his high chair sometime tomorrow. We are in good (and in some cases, dubious) company my little friend.
And just because the irony in this report is so real you can taste it in the back of your throat when you read this, I give it to you from Villainous Company. Martyrdom turned on it's head...
You anxiously await the release of this book Sept. 17th. A gentleman I work with and I were discussing ol' Al Greenspan and my work friend said, with awe in his voice, "I consider him like an Oracle..." Indeed. He was a jazz musician in the 40's in New York City, too, before he decided to study economics. Sigh... Is it wrong to have a crush on someone so much older? I don't care I tell you! Alan Greenspan you are a handsome, brilliant man and I don't care who knows it!!!
My sister-in-law read this and had this to say in an email to me -- "Saw your blog today about the perverts at work.....and I can see your sentiment. I feel the same way towards certain types of women out there in the world. The ones who perpetuate negative and discriminatory and oppressive stereotypes about the gender Female.....sad but true....I could do a little whoop ass on them behind the dumpster, too."
Amen sister woman.
"workvert" -- the perv at work who's the reason that men have to walk around on eggshells with their female coworkers these days because these guys have strewn the path with demeaning sexist remarks, wandering gazes and just a general lack of any kind of respectable behavior when there's the swish of soft fabric or the scent of perfume in the air. The other men in the office should take you out back and kick the crap out of you behind the dumpsters for making it so hard for them.
The surgeons on Dr. 90210 should probably check these stats before they start spouting off about how what they do is make women feel better about themselves. The careless megolamaniacs. It's about how much money you make -- we know it and you know it. Talk about that and it would make for a much more interesting show, from a sociological perspective of course.
Because I'm currently working toward a master's in the field of all things related to public administration -- and efficiency in the sector is quite the hot topic in my classes -- I post this in honor of classes beginning Thursday. When I finish next year, perhaps I can begin to work on some of what he's talking about. If they'll let me...
It's trite to say how hot it is, I know, but damn it's hot. I mean it's really, really hot. It's so hot that I can understand the violence in the middle east. This kind of heat makes me want to start dictatorially mandating rules that everyone must follow so as not to piss me off. Patience is the first thing to burn off when it's 102 degrees outside. This post is starting to read like a warning...
Don't have much to say today except that I'm proud of the mayor of my hometown. A friend of mine living in Atlanta said it this way (very sarcastically and I'm paraphrasing). "How selfish of that guy to want to serve both his city and his country. Punk." That's pretty much all that needs to be said, yeah?
And, just because I laughed for about five minutes straight when I found this on Agent Bedhead, here's your Friday funny:
I found a great new (well, to me anyway) site called Agent Bedhead (link to the side) and they took this great pic and tweaked it to my liking. Ah, there are others like me in the world somewhere. Bittersweet...
And just for fits and wiggles, here's a favorite song from my youth. I used to work at a place where I wrote music reviews and the genius copy editor changed the spelling of Geddy Lee's name -- which I had spelled correctly because, you know, I kinda liked the band -- to "Getty" Lee. Never even asked me about it. And therein lies the lesson -- sometimes you're just wrong.
The only answer I have, other than gross negligence and sheer incompetence, is that they ran the stories because the stories confirmed their view of the military. Fact-checking and doing a little background search would have poked holes in Beauchamp's lies, and their worldview along with them. So rather than do the right thing, they ran with a bunch of cooked-up bullshit that jived with the way they already think. So much for actual reporting.
I'll get back to posting about at least ostensibly important things at some point I'm sure. But for the time being, I want to put this clip up for my friend who has convinced me to go see Transformers this weekend. Zimmer at work told me about the drunk Decepticons clip and I thought it was really funny so here it is. It's amazing what our parents let us watch when we were kids...
Dan Qwan is my homeboy and I have the shirt to prove it.
this almost unbearably beautiful song from Sarah Brightman and Andrea Bocelli. I listened to it this morning and wept at the breathtaking possibility of humanity ... I'm serious. I defy anyone to listen to it -- really listen to it -- without feeling some stirring in the soul.
