My first twitter update for today read "Attn all creative people. Please strike the name "lindsay" from all future productions, creations, & ideas in general http://tiny.cc/YgSp6". If you wait a moment to click the link (or promise to come back and finish the rest of this rant) I'll tell you what it's all about.
Remember football? I know it's hard, what with college basketball in full stride and baseball leering at us from around the corner, but just a few weeks ago we had the end cap to a crazy football season. In case you are still confused, I'm talking about the Super Bowl. For many of us out there, the Super Bowl is about one thing - the ads. For me this year it was about the game, but that's because I'm a Colts fan, and well that's another story all together. Back to the ads. I honestly didn't watch a lot of them but I do remember this one.
The E-Trade baby had apparently diversified his dating pool. It was funny. Not normally a big fan of babies or baby centered advertising, I'm not too creeped out by the E-Trade baby and usually find them a bit amusing (at least the first time, any ad I see more than about 3 times I'm usually done with). I saw it, I laughed, then I promptly forgot about it and whatever it is they wanted to sell me. And I don't think I can recall seeing it since.
And then today happened. According to Slate.com Lindsay "I have nothing better to do with my time and I'm desperate to be back in the spotlight no matter what" Lohan is suing E-Trade for, wait for it, A $100 MILLION FREAKING DOLLARS because, and I quote, "The claim seems to be based on the belief that, just like Oprah and Madonna, Lindsay Lohan has single-name recognition".
What?! Single-name recognition? You're freaking kidding me. Now, by my blogging about this I guess the devil has won. She is getting attention for it, which in the end is I hope the only thing she expects to get. But come on people, can we just freaking stop for a minute here. I know it's just entertainment bullshit, but don't we have better things to do with our time than sue for this crap? I don't know, maybe stuff like health care and making sure lunatics can't carry handguns around my college campuses and record stores. Homelessness, poverty, job loss, failing hospitals, homophobic, racist, misogynistic....do I need to go on?
This kind of shit exhausts me. Well first it makes me laugh, then it exhausts me. But at some point you just have to get over it and move on. And moving on is especially easy when the very next article is all about what happens if you're driving to your boyfriends house and have your ex-husband steer the car from the passenger seat so you can shave your nether region*. Dumb asses.
* I have a million others words that I could use and am comfortable using in everyday conversation, however in order to stem the rush of spam bots sure to find me I'm going with "nether region" for today.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
New and Improved?
Also while you're here - how do you like the new template? I wanted something wider and easier to read. Let me know what you think.
Here comes 30! (in 6 months...)
I am officially within the 6 month window of turning 30 (insert some kind of creepy music here) and can't quite figure out how I feel about that, but since it's within the 6 month mark I feel I can offically start talking about it. Or maybe I can't, but it's my blog, so...I can.
The first 30th birthday I celebrated was my brothers. On a tropical island. In February. How the hell do you top that? Since then, it's been a few each year that have tumbled over the edge into whatever the heck life holds when it starts with 3. Some say it's a big deal. Others barely notice the change. I go back and forth (on a weekly basis probably) whether I want to:
A) Have a crazy big party where I throw down $300-$500 on a bar tab and just invite everyone I've ever met to come have a drink with me.
B) Have a similiar event, though smaller, and with me not spending all that money.
C) Wrap up my life in Illinois and have a "Hello 30, GoodBye Chicago!" party in which I sell everything I own and move somewhere new.
I really can't decide.
I'm looking forward to being 30. There seems to be a manageable air about it that I currently am lacking that sounds pleasent. And I'm looking forward to wherever I celebrate making my friends listen to this (I have a better, longer version at home but this is what I could find on the internet on short notice)
Does any of this really matter yet? No. Will it ever matter? Probably not. Did I need to just post any damn thing to bump down that severly bitter and unhappy post previously at the top of the page? You betcha!
The first 30th birthday I celebrated was my brothers. On a tropical island. In February. How the hell do you top that? Since then, it's been a few each year that have tumbled over the edge into whatever the heck life holds when it starts with 3. Some say it's a big deal. Others barely notice the change. I go back and forth (on a weekly basis probably) whether I want to:
A) Have a crazy big party where I throw down $300-$500 on a bar tab and just invite everyone I've ever met to come have a drink with me.
B) Have a similiar event, though smaller, and with me not spending all that money.
C) Wrap up my life in Illinois and have a "Hello 30, GoodBye Chicago!" party in which I sell everything I own and move somewhere new.
I really can't decide.
I'm looking forward to being 30. There seems to be a manageable air about it that I currently am lacking that sounds pleasent. And I'm looking forward to wherever I celebrate making my friends listen to this (I have a better, longer version at home but this is what I could find on the internet on short notice)
Does any of this really matter yet? No. Will it ever matter? Probably not. Did I need to just post any damn thing to bump down that severly bitter and unhappy post previously at the top of the page? You betcha!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Bitter
I am incredibly bitter right now. The kind of bitter that wells over into mean, snippy, and downright cut throat cruel if given the opportunity. The kind of bitter that seeps into Facebook updates like "Need anything punched? You're in luck, I have a right hook for sale. May not be great, but comes cheap." and "Is already thinking about celebrating the long held art of the happy hour today - anyone up for after work cocktails?" at 9 in the morning. I only partly know where it comes from, and that is a part I have no energy to deal with. So I sit and stew in my bitterness. I try and leak bits of it out through a drink here and a drink there. Through curling up with a book for 2 hours instead of TV or the bar. Through avoiding eye contact and conversation with others around me, because the last thing this bitterness needs is someone who wants to talk about it.
But still it builds. And I know it will burst like a rot filled dam at the most inopportune moment. Like it has every. other. time. I'll fill with gin and lash out, tired of holding all my scathing comments about the world and those around me back from the freedom of speech said out loud. I'll carry around the label of a mean gin drunk for awhile, knowing inside it's got nothing to do with the gin (or the beer, or the whiskey) but not wanting or being able to explain it to anyone.
Or maybe not. Maybe this time will be the time that I find the invisible valve to leak the bitterness out safely. Maybe this will be the rage that is able to find an anti-venom that is quiet and painless. Maybe this time the only ones that know will be the ones that stumble across this rant. Maybe this time.
But still it builds. And I know it will burst like a rot filled dam at the most inopportune moment. Like it has every. other. time. I'll fill with gin and lash out, tired of holding all my scathing comments about the world and those around me back from the freedom of speech said out loud. I'll carry around the label of a mean gin drunk for awhile, knowing inside it's got nothing to do with the gin (or the beer, or the whiskey) but not wanting or being able to explain it to anyone.
Or maybe not. Maybe this time will be the time that I find the invisible valve to leak the bitterness out safely. Maybe this will be the rage that is able to find an anti-venom that is quiet and painless. Maybe this time the only ones that know will be the ones that stumble across this rant. Maybe this time.
Monday, February 15, 2010
The Love of a Good Book
I just finished the most wonderful book, The Name of the Wind, by Patrick Rothfuss. I came across the author originally through a twitter post by Neil Gaiman about a fundraiser he was doing...I think...maybe it was a blog post...either way I found the fundraiser, thought it was cool and ended up donating. I tooled around the site a bit and thought I might like to check out his book, but ended up putting that thought on the back burner as I was reading other things and couldn't really afford a new book purchase.
Fast forward to about a week ago when I found myself at the library with a friend. I'd thought I'd look up to see if they had the book and lo and behold they did. In hardcover. And it was huge. I don't have it with me now, but I think it's somewhere in the 600-800 page range. A bit daunted I picked it up anyway and lugged it home. I started it a few days later and couldn't put it down. I loved it. I had forgotten how much I love fantasy stories. Good ones at least. One of my top favorites, the Belgariad series by David Eddings, I've probably read through at least 3-4 times. The exciting and slightly sad part is that The Name of the Wind is just the first of three books for this series (YAY!) but the rest aren't out yet (sad). But true genious takes time. And as Mr. Rothfuss has very nicely explained in a post about a year ago he is simply a man trying to write a good story. And I am not one to ever rush a good story. So, please Mr. Rothfuss, take your time. Please create a wonderful tale. I'll be here to read it whenever it's ready.
Another fun fact about the author is he lives in northern Wisconsin. And that just makes me all warm and tingly inside. I love that his upcoming visits include Waunakee, WI, a place that outside of the friends I know from there, I wasn't sure anyone had ever heard of.
Fast forward to about a week ago when I found myself at the library with a friend. I'd thought I'd look up to see if they had the book and lo and behold they did. In hardcover. And it was huge. I don't have it with me now, but I think it's somewhere in the 600-800 page range. A bit daunted I picked it up anyway and lugged it home. I started it a few days later and couldn't put it down. I loved it. I had forgotten how much I love fantasy stories. Good ones at least. One of my top favorites, the Belgariad series by David Eddings, I've probably read through at least 3-4 times. The exciting and slightly sad part is that The Name of the Wind is just the first of three books for this series (YAY!) but the rest aren't out yet (sad). But true genious takes time. And as Mr. Rothfuss has very nicely explained in a post about a year ago he is simply a man trying to write a good story. And I am not one to ever rush a good story. So, please Mr. Rothfuss, take your time. Please create a wonderful tale. I'll be here to read it whenever it's ready.
Another fun fact about the author is he lives in northern Wisconsin. And that just makes me all warm and tingly inside. I love that his upcoming visits include Waunakee, WI, a place that outside of the friends I know from there, I wasn't sure anyone had ever heard of.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Fast Forward
Dear February 15th,
I know that people may not think you're very special but you are one of my most favorite days of the year. Please hurry up and arrive, I'm not sure how many more V Day ads I can take. I would be forever greatful.
Thank you.
Sincerely,
JJ
Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
Have you ever heard of....
It's time for a new installment of Welcome to my Office! (Or whatever the heck I've been calling it when I jump in here to write out for you one of the many annoying interactions I deal with from behind my 9 - 5 desk job.)
Side Note: I really should go back and come up with a brand for these installments.
Email from Nice Coworker: "Have you ever heard of the organization listed on the side of this badly copied PDF sent to me by one of the lords in charge around here?"
Unsuspecting me opens email and sees a very familiar org name.
Reply to Nice Coworker: "Why yes I have! In fact here is the proposal I wrote in February of 2009 that included a summary of this organization, along with many others along the same lines, and a full proposal on that specific organization that I wrote in October of 2007! Wasn't it great that I thought so far in the future to prepare these and have them rejected out of hand so that when someone else brought them up they'd be ready?! Gee, I must be psychic."
End Scene.
Side Note: I really should go back and come up with a brand for these installments.
Today's Tale begins with an email.....
Email from Nice Coworker: "Have you ever heard of the organization listed on the side of this badly copied PDF sent to me by one of the lords in charge around here?"
Unsuspecting me opens email and sees a very familiar org name.
Reply to Nice Coworker: "Why yes I have! In fact here is the proposal I wrote in February of 2009 that included a summary of this organization, along with many others along the same lines, and a full proposal on that specific organization that I wrote in October of 2007! Wasn't it great that I thought so far in the future to prepare these and have them rejected out of hand so that when someone else brought them up they'd be ready?! Gee, I must be psychic."
End Scene.
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