My goal for tonight was to go to bed by ten. I haven't done so successfully in quite some time, and I've noticed that my lack of sleep has been affecting me in a great many ways. Since I am going to NY for the weekend with some friends, I am fully aware (or maybe not fully aware...that seems to be a side effect of being sleep deprived) that I shall not be catching up on my zzzs.
I tried this last night. And then I had a terrible dream that I married a boy who I was pretty crazy about not so long ago. I woke up at three AM wide awake and not sure whether I was satisfied by the reason it was terrible (dream former flame is apparently gay, which made dream me very upset to tied to him for all eternity...in dream world there was apparently no annulment) or annoyed that he should be in my dream at all.
I tell you of this goal because it is not going to happen. No way. Why? I made the mistake of turning the game on.
They were losing. They were losing, but within sight of tying. They were tied. Now they're up by 10. I don't even know what to do about this. It's pretty awesome (although I am always wary of things that seem awesome), but I have that old Boston guilt re: turning the game off. If I turn it off now, and they lose through some terrible string of events, it will be because I jinxed it.
That is all. I will return my focus (or what is left of it anyway) to the game. And also try to hope that maybe the man in my dreams afterward will not be apparently gay former crush, but Rondo, or KG, or...heck, even Lucky.
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
Monday, May 12, 2008
EXTREME
Did anybody out there watch Extreme Makeover: Home Edition yestereve?
I did. And my tear ducts will never be the same.
First of all, I appreciated the reminder of Winter. The disgusting gray color pallet and frigid temperatures helped me to remember that the not-so-ideal weather right now would be considered a day in paradise back then. Thank you.
Secondly, I love that ABC's version of showing Massachusetts included the Minutemen, the Zakim Bridge, and a crew team. None of which, to my knowledge, are in Maynard. But I don't really know anything about Maynard, so I perhaps I am wrong.
Incidentally, were all Minutemen in the 18th Century middle-aged and overweight? Not to judge our modern day interpreters, but I did find that mildly entertaining. Don't get me wrong, I am fond of historical interpretation. I took a class on it in college, I worked in the field for many summers (it was a job, however, not a hobby); nevertheless, where were all of the young Heath Ledger lookalikes (may he rest in peace)? Or even Mel Gibson, for that matter? I digress.
The episode made me sob from beginning to end, with a little break to snicker good naturedly at the Minutemen (also..did they really have to shoot out the windows---surely they could have reused them somewhere else, they didn't look to be in terrible condition...that's what Craigslist is for, ABC!). That family is truly inspirational. I wish them all the best.
I did. And my tear ducts will never be the same.
First of all, I appreciated the reminder of Winter. The disgusting gray color pallet and frigid temperatures helped me to remember that the not-so-ideal weather right now would be considered a day in paradise back then. Thank you.
Secondly, I love that ABC's version of showing Massachusetts included the Minutemen, the Zakim Bridge, and a crew team. None of which, to my knowledge, are in Maynard. But I don't really know anything about Maynard, so I perhaps I am wrong.
Incidentally, were all Minutemen in the 18th Century middle-aged and overweight? Not to judge our modern day interpreters, but I did find that mildly entertaining. Don't get me wrong, I am fond of historical interpretation. I took a class on it in college, I worked in the field for many summers (it was a job, however, not a hobby); nevertheless, where were all of the young Heath Ledger lookalikes (may he rest in peace)? Or even Mel Gibson, for that matter? I digress.
The episode made me sob from beginning to end, with a little break to snicker good naturedly at the Minutemen (also..did they really have to shoot out the windows---surely they could have reused them somewhere else, they didn't look to be in terrible condition...that's what Craigslist is for, ABC!). That family is truly inspirational. I wish them all the best.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Agony
I am trying to be more involved with the Celtics. I really am.
I don't know if I can watch any more of this game. It's killing me.
The score, as I type this, is 64-44--Cleveland. Okay. 65 now. Thank you, Perkins.
And Rondo goes down.
Honestly, guys. If you don't get 10 more points in the next 10 minutes, I'm switching to a Man Vs. Wild re-run. Listen, if Bear Grylls can drink fluids from elephant poo in the African plains, you can make this game worth my while.
EDIT: I gave you five minutes. I'm done. Instead of you listening, the Cav's just scored 5. Goodbye.
I don't know if I can watch any more of this game. It's killing me.
The score, as I type this, is 64-44--Cleveland. Okay. 65 now. Thank you, Perkins.
And Rondo goes down.
Honestly, guys. If you don't get 10 more points in the next 10 minutes, I'm switching to a Man Vs. Wild re-run. Listen, if Bear Grylls can drink fluids from elephant poo in the African plains, you can make this game worth my while.
EDIT: I gave you five minutes. I'm done. Instead of you listening, the Cav's just scored 5. Goodbye.
Friday, May 9, 2008
T-Alert
They cancelled my train this morning. However, true to fashion, the MBTA alert that the train would be cancelled was not in my inbox before leaving my apartment FOUR MINUTES before my train is scheduled to arrive.
I was running a little late this morning. I knew that in order for me to make it to my train, I had to foresake some normal grooming procedures. No makeup for me today. My hair looks horrific. But I knew that there weren't any big meetings today, I could somewhat fix my hair at work, and I'd be just dandy without makeup. So I rushed out the door.
After I was informed via those scrolling red letters that the 7:54 train was cancelled, I called work to let them know of my late arrival, and waited. And waited. And eventually, crammed into the next train (half hour or so later), which was now filled with two trains worth of people. Real cozy.
I am miffed. I can understand if a train needs to be cancelled for whatever reason. What I don't understand is why they bother with those T-Alerts at all when they are never on time. At least with an alert, I would have known to spend more time in my apartment so that when I arrived at work late, I'd look decent enough to make up for it.
Instead, I arrived late, makeup-less, and crazy-haired.
I need weekend, and I need it now.
I was running a little late this morning. I knew that in order for me to make it to my train, I had to foresake some normal grooming procedures. No makeup for me today. My hair looks horrific. But I knew that there weren't any big meetings today, I could somewhat fix my hair at work, and I'd be just dandy without makeup. So I rushed out the door.
After I was informed via those scrolling red letters that the 7:54 train was cancelled, I called work to let them know of my late arrival, and waited. And waited. And eventually, crammed into the next train (half hour or so later), which was now filled with two trains worth of people. Real cozy.
I am miffed. I can understand if a train needs to be cancelled for whatever reason. What I don't understand is why they bother with those T-Alerts at all when they are never on time. At least with an alert, I would have known to spend more time in my apartment so that when I arrived at work late, I'd look decent enough to make up for it.
Instead, I arrived late, makeup-less, and crazy-haired.
I need weekend, and I need it now.
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Boston: Commuter's Paradise
According to an article on the yahoo newsfeed (clearly, I am a well informed person), Boston is one of the very best major cities in the country for commuters.
Proof: http://promo.realestate.yahoo.com/best-and-worst-cities-for-commuters.html
Yes, Boston. Apparently, 23% of the people who work in the city either carpool or use public transportation to get to work.
When I saw the headline, I was sure we'd be a worst. Driving in Boston makes me want to stick forks in my eyeballs. Albeit, that's because I drive a tiny little hatchback with no power steering and a fussy clutch, not to mention a giant dent in rear from an incident at one of the gloriously abundant rotaries in my neighborhood (not my fault, I assure you). Maybe I exaggerated the hardships of driving in Boston during rush hour (something I avoid at all costs, I'm a 23%er).
Exaggerated, ok. But one of best? Seriously, promo.realestate.yahoo.com?
I spent a few summers commuting from Braintree to Salem for a theatrical endeavor. It would take me about 2 hours each way because of traffic, and nearly all of that was concentrated to the Expressway (only 1/4 of the total distance). And that's the best?
Remind me to never commute anywhere else. Especially not Corpus Christie, Texas (that shan't be a sacrifice), or Los Angeles (my abs would be too jealous of other people to move there).
San Francisco, however, has us beat by a whopping 5%. If I wasn't so afraid of massive earthquakes (1906, anyone?), that might be an option.
Cheers to the MBTA, though. It must be nice to be commended for a change. They're cited as being a great example of public transportation in the article, because there are plenty of stops near the places most people work. Which is quite true for me. I pretty much get off the stop, cross the street, and have arrived. It takes longer to ride the elevator to my floor than it does to get from the T station into the building.
I apologize if this post lacks understandability (I am confident that I just used a word that doesn't really exist). My Crohn's has been a-flaring today, and it's been severely lowering my ability to form cohesive thoughts. It kind of feels like somebody is kicking me in the stomach, but I can't leave to curl up into a fetal position (my typical discomfort-easing activity in situations such as these), since I am bound to my desk per the duties of answering the phone and signing for packages.
Apology accomplished, this post is complete. Very good.
Proof: http://promo.realestate.yahoo.com/best-and-worst-cities-for-commuters.html
Yes, Boston. Apparently, 23% of the people who work in the city either carpool or use public transportation to get to work.
When I saw the headline, I was sure we'd be a worst. Driving in Boston makes me want to stick forks in my eyeballs. Albeit, that's because I drive a tiny little hatchback with no power steering and a fussy clutch, not to mention a giant dent in rear from an incident at one of the gloriously abundant rotaries in my neighborhood (not my fault, I assure you). Maybe I exaggerated the hardships of driving in Boston during rush hour (something I avoid at all costs, I'm a 23%er).
Exaggerated, ok. But one of best? Seriously, promo.realestate.yahoo.com?
I spent a few summers commuting from Braintree to Salem for a theatrical endeavor. It would take me about 2 hours each way because of traffic, and nearly all of that was concentrated to the Expressway (only 1/4 of the total distance). And that's the best?
Remind me to never commute anywhere else. Especially not Corpus Christie, Texas (that shan't be a sacrifice), or Los Angeles (my abs would be too jealous of other people to move there).
San Francisco, however, has us beat by a whopping 5%. If I wasn't so afraid of massive earthquakes (1906, anyone?), that might be an option.
Cheers to the MBTA, though. It must be nice to be commended for a change. They're cited as being a great example of public transportation in the article, because there are plenty of stops near the places most people work. Which is quite true for me. I pretty much get off the stop, cross the street, and have arrived. It takes longer to ride the elevator to my floor than it does to get from the T station into the building.
I apologize if this post lacks understandability (I am confident that I just used a word that doesn't really exist). My Crohn's has been a-flaring today, and it's been severely lowering my ability to form cohesive thoughts. It kind of feels like somebody is kicking me in the stomach, but I can't leave to curl up into a fetal position (my typical discomfort-easing activity in situations such as these), since I am bound to my desk per the duties of answering the phone and signing for packages.
Apology accomplished, this post is complete. Very good.
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