Monday, December 31, 2001

For obvious reasons, 2001 pretty much sucked. There, I said it. And not just for me, either. Everyone I know had much more to deal with this year than in years past (Sept. 11 not withstanding) and I think we all deserve a mellow 2002. We're all healthy for the most part and we still all have each other. I can't complain there. In that respect, 2001 was great. But it sure had its moments that far outweighed the good…so, here are my personal hits/misses for the year. And here's hoping that a year from now, I'm complaining that I don't want 2002 to end because it was such a great year.


Moment of the year: September 11
It's weird what we'll all remember about that day. I never felt true vulnerability before then, and I never knew real fear, for that matter. Goes to show you what I nice life I led until those moments. What I will remember most is the odd, foreshadowing things about that morning. The weatherperson on CBS news noting that, as of 6:30 a.m., it looked like a great or perfect day for flying; that the last song I heard on the 80s digital cable music station (and had stuck in my head all day) was "The Final Countdown"; that I saw probably the last PATH trainload of people that probably reached the World Trade Center and envied them at getting to work in a more exciting part of town. And then the day itself -- the worry of the buildings closest to mine being hit, the pod people in my office who actually wanted to get work done, the towers collapsing and people in my office sobbing, not being able to get in touch with my parents for awhile, and not getting in touch with friends for awhile longer, finally heading to the upper east side to a co-workers apartment and seeing a woman taking a nervous breakdown outside our office building. Then the absolute daze people were in while walking uptown, some people covered in ash and dust. The absolute emptiness of the streets at 6 p.m. when I headed back to Penn Station and the relief of finally getting home at 9. And I got off pretty easy that day. Still, I hope to god none of us ever have to experience anything like that day again. Or the sad, heartwrenching days that followed.

Ok, no more serious talk.

Hit experience of the year: The cruise to the Bahamas, May
Des and I booked this trip 3 weeks before departure, so I didn't have time to get nervous or excited about it beforehand. Not only had I never been on a cruise before (our 17-foot Boston Whaler is nice in its own way, but it's no Sovereign of the Seas), but I'd never been to Florida, believe it or not. Des and I had a blast. From our whacky dinner table friends, to our waiter Alper, to getting sunburned beyond belief on a CLOUDY day, it was all good. And then spending a few days in Florida with Des' aunt and cousin were the perfect way to ease back into everyday life before heading back to the real world.

Miss experience of the year: Getting kicked out of my apartment, June
A week after I get back from the cruise, my landlord and his son drop the bomb on me that I will have to move. They are very nice about it, saying they would keep me, but the landlord is getting old and he wanted his son closer to take care of him. Since I didn't have any money saved to move to another place, I had to move back home. Not a bad thing, except for the commute. Still , I miss my Astoria way of life a lot. But everything happens for a reason, I guess.

Hit celebrity siting: Jon Bon Jovi at Echoes Bar in Red Bank, August
It was supposed to be a mellow girls' night out, but we all got starstruck at seeing Mr. Bon Jovi just hanging out with his friends at the bar. We didn't talk to him, but our new joke is that we're starring in his next video.

Miss escape route: Our office building fire, May
When a violent storm rolled into town, I actually went into our conference room to see if the antenna to the Empire State Building would get hit by lightning. Well, that didn't happen, but our below-ground transformer somehow got hit and caught fire. We could see the smoke outside the building and our security people told us there was nothing to worry about. The lights went out in the building, and still there was nothing to worry about. Finally, 2 co-workers looked into the emergency stairwell and someone told them we should've been evacuating. This being pre Sept.11, we were all able to joke about it. There was no mad rush to get out of the building because it was only below ground that was on fire. We still laugh about it at the office, but you can sure as hell be the next time they tell us there's no problem, we're all running.

Hit guilty pleasure: NSYNC concert, Giants Stadium, June
When Vicki asked if I would go, I think she was worried I'd laugh at her or something, but I jumped at the chance. There's something very fun and lovable about NSYNC, as was well confirmed by the screaming masses of teenage girls at the concert. And they put on a good show, and Vicki and I had a good time making fun of the teens sitting in front of us who were trying to act so grownup. We still can't figure out how one of them got a beer….

Miss encounter, Hit funny moment: Snobs on the train to Montauk, September
They say snobs inhabit the Hamptons, but the two having a loud wealthy persons only conversation on the LIRR made Hollis and I want to get up from our seats and pummel them. Never had I actually heard someone say they didn't feel comfortable talking to someone who "wasn't Ivy League". The bratty rich kids on the way home were another experience we'll never forget. This is probably why we only go out there once a year.

Miss sporting moment of the year: The Yanks lose the World Series, November
After an emotional roller coaster of a postseason, the Yanks step aside and let the D'Backs take the crown. And I suffer a few slightly broken toes in the process, which are now returning to normal size.

Accomplishments for 2001:
--Completing the writing of the first book of my Mapleshade series. Let the re-write begin.
--Not decking any WEBS or BENNIES on NJ Transit
--Finally getting my contacts into my eyes
--Reading 30 books this year
--Taking an NYU seminar on getting published
--Sending out a few chapters of my manuscript to agents, even though 3 have been rejected!

Things to look forward to in 2002:
-- Hopefully moving to Hoboken with Des and Carolyn
--Visiting Hollis at grad school
--Dexter's office moving near mine
--The completion of Derek Jeter's Middletown estate
--Yankee games!
--All the good stuff you don't see coming, and all the good stuff you hope happens

Wishes for 2002:
-- That Des, Dexter and Hollis get blogs already!
--That I relinquish my title of professional scapegoat and learn to open my mouth at the appropriate moments and come out with zingers that don't get me fired
-- That I master juggling
--That I get off my lazy ass and write more
--That I find a job I love (fat chance given the current job market, but one can dream)
-- That everyone has a year far and away better than 2001.

Saturday, December 29, 2001

Well, it's three months early, but here it is. Karen's Yankee Journal in blog format. Thanks to Rudy for getting me so POed, or this would've started in March.
Remind me never to think of Rudy Giuliani as a real Yankee fan ever gain. Is he cracked? Build a new Yankee ballpark when the one they already have is just one of the best pieces of archietecture/history in the sports world? The Mets, yes, they need a new stadium. Shea is so, ugh, boring. But ask the city of New York to put up half the money for 2 stadiums, when only one needs to be built and the other simply needs refurbishing? The only thing this shows about Rudy's baseball fanhood is that he's in George Steinbrenner's back pocket. The only thing Yankee Stadium needs in Georgie's mind is more luxury boxes, while all the fans want is better parking. So, you can't add more boxes to an old stadium, and you have to build a new one. Oh, please. George drew close to 3 million last year, if not more, in his old, decrepit, crappy ballpark that no one wants to go to. Someone please shove Rudy off this pedestal he's on, and maybe he'll get some sense knocked into him on the way down.

Thursday, December 27, 2001

With 2001 coming to a close (Thankfully. I don't think this year ended up a winner for anyone I know.), I 've decided to compile my own hits and misses for the year, both personal and worldwide. Today will be the entertainment hits/misses. Not necessarily things that came out this year, but things I've experienced.

Books
Hits:
Bridget Jones' Diary - I was so enthralled, I read it in 2 days. Probably the best book I read all year.
Getting Over It -Very Bridget-Jones esque and a little more wicked.
Animal Husbandry - the most realistic account of the highs and lows of relationships and very funny. I refuse to see the movie "Someone Like You" because it's based on this book and I know they changed it around a lot. Even though Hugh Jackman is a adorable....
Under the Tuscan Sun - I read in winter, like a friend suggested and, man, did it make me long for 90 degree days.
I read over 30 books this year and these were the only REALLY enjoyable ones. Others were on the bubble and very good.
Misses:
The Poisonwood Bible - So many people recommended this to me. I found it too literary to be enjoyable. I refuse to read anything that agitates me since I had to do it in college to earn a degree in English/Journalism.
Crazy for Corneilia - That it was advertised on the subway should've been my first sign.
4 Blondes - Utterly pretentious and no where near as charming as Sex and the City. Ugh.
Movies:
Shrek - great fun. If you haven't seen it and arent' because you think it's going to be a kids' movie, change your mind and quick.
Harry Potter - Just like the book, which is fine by me.
Serendipity - Sweet and light and very charming
Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon -- Again, if you haven't seen it, do.
The Lord of the Rings pt 1 -- Don't let the fantasy element fool you into thinking this is going to be a "geeky" movie. Even if it is, who the hell cares if its EXTREMELY entertaining?
Misses:
The Princess Diaries -- Any teenager with curly hair and glasses should not see this movie, unless they want to come out feeling like they should change themselves to be accepted by their snooty grandmothers.
Everything else was just so-so.
TV:
Hits:
Dinner with Friends -- A great HBO movie that they haven't showed in a while. Probably the best dialogue in a movie I've seen in a long time.
Band of Brothers -- Another great HBO effort. Makes you wish network TV took as much of an interest in miniseries as cable does.
The Concert for New York -- Well done on a whole and extremely emotional, especially during New York and America themed songs.
Misses:
Fox's coverage of the World Series: Zooming graphics and announcers you just want to punch. Nuff said.
Music:
Not much to say here, except that I'm very sick of Drops of Jupiter, I still like Hanging By a Moment and Drive, and am very hopeful that teenagers are going to start liking songs written by performers who actually play instruments.
Sports:
The whole year was a miss from my fan standpoint.
1) The Giants lost in the Super Bowl -- not too sad since I'm not a big football fan, but it was just a sign of things to come for NY area teams.
2) Delaware loses to Hofstra in the America East basketball final -- I really wanted my alma mater to win only to shut up WFAN's Chris Russo and Mike Francesa, who acted like the biggest America East know-it-alls/Hofstra fans the morning of the game.
3) The Devils lose the Stanley Cup -- Yuck
4) The Yankees lose in the World Series -- Though this does have an upside because they scrapped along and played the hell out of every series in the playoffs. And New York was very forgiving. And every time the Yankees lose in the playoffs, they kick ass the following season. So this may be a hit if all goes well in 2002.


After dragging my sorry sick self to work yesterday, enduring a long train ride with a tummy ache, etc., I'm staying home today. Too bad so sad for my office, which I think is making me ill to begin with. I sit here, sick for the third time since May. I never got sick like this at Mcgraw-Hill, or college, which should be the germiest place on the planet. I'm convinced there's something in the air ducts, especially since everyone who sets foot in our office starts sneezing like crazy about 2 minutes after they enter...

Am I the only one who is blase about New Year's Eve? I've never liked it, probably the whole 'you have to kiss someone at midnight' deal while single or something, but this year, I think I might sleep through it again. I did it in New Year's Eve 1997 and 1998 was one of the best years of my life. Hmmmm....

Sunday, December 23, 2001

I knew it was going to happen as soon as they announced The Lord of the Rings was going to be made into movies -- my dad would want to go see it, and since my mom has no patience for science fiction/fantasy, I'd have to go see it with him. Not that I mind seeing Star Wars and Star Trek movies -- they're actually great fun -- but with Lord of the Rings, I had no idea what to expect. I remember watching the Hobbit cartoon when I was a kid and being seriously freaked out by "Preciousssss" speweing Gollum. And I recently bought the book, thinking I could get into the following Trilogy before the movie came out. Well, Christmas is a busy season and I haven't finished the book yet... Anyway, I had no idea what I was in for. And I have to say, having not read the book aside, it was the best damn movie I saw all year. I've haven't left a movie feeling that fulfilled in a LONG time. My only complaint is that I got slight eyestrain during the 3 hour quest, but that's it. I can't wait to see it again.

Speaking of dad, he seems to have hurt his foot in time for Christmas. And we were all remeniscing about his broken arm last night....

Friday, December 21, 2001

I'm missing my old McGraw-Hill crew today. At the current job, everyone celebrates the holidays by department, and mine didn't celebrate at all. It's very depressing to see all the happy groups of editorial friends go out to lunch, remembering what you had at your previous job. And don't even get me started about missing the Review crew...now that was a REAL job with REALLY awesome people.
Jason Giambi T-shirts, complete with number 25, are now available at the Yankee Clubhouse Stores. I passed the one on Fifth Ave. on the way to work (I purposely walk past it every morning) this morning, and there it was in all its new first baseman marketing scheme glory in the front window.

Eek! I must ready myself for the Christmas WEBS today at Penn Station. I will try to be gracious and have good will toward those who don't belong in the Garden State. The key word there is TRY, and I'm sure the WEBS will TRY my patience greatly.

VH1 is rerunning the Concert for New York on Christmas Day and I think I may watch it to tape the short films they showed during it (especially memorable was Spike Lee's Yankee homage and Bill Clinton saying "Wassup" to Jerry Seinfeld) and for Adam Sandler's Opera Man. I still can't believe I watched the whole thing the first time around, but then, it was quite entertaining. And for a very good cause.

Thursday, December 20, 2001

Is it Christmas yet? I'm in the mood to rip open some wrapping papered boxes and watch the Yule Log, which WPIX is putting back on this year. It's not the usual Christmas Eve showing, but it'll do for now. Hollis had never heard of it before, so I think this might be a NY-area tradition. It is kinda strange when you think about it, but what the hey ?

Wednesday, December 19, 2001

I'm learning to juggle, which I hope to master by mid 2002. It's actually not that easy, but I seem to have juggling 2 things down. It's getting 3 going that's probably going to make me knock myself out or break something.

Speaking of 2002, from now till Dec. 31, I'll add my New Year's hopes. Because one day of wanting something is never enough. So, I hope that...
1)...Jason Giambi doesn't suck
2)...I get to Hoboken by spring
3)...I get full movement back in my jammed toes
4)...I at least get a sniff of romance. If not...
5)...that I have a great time with my single friends, as is always the case
6)...Britney Spears goes away
7)...American women authors start writing single women's ficiton, since England's women writers are the only ones doing this at the time and I'm getting tired of British slang and British locales that I don't know.

Tuesday, December 18, 2001

It was pouring down rain when I should've been heading for work this morning. Tee-hee! Instead, the monsoon rain merely woke me up, rather than made me bitch and complain while getting soaked on the train platform. I think I will use these later December days as vacation time next year,too. Although, we don't get off Christmas Eve next year...
Speaking of Christmas, I'd say it's time I made my Christmas lists. No, not for what I want, but for ranking things holiday related:
Best Christmas Movies:
1) A Christmas Story -- I saw it in the theater when it was re-released in the early 80s and it's the first movie I ever remember laughing at hysterically.
2) Scrooge -- It's the first version of A Christmas Carol I ever saw, and since the Bischer family watches it every year, I still find it more fun than any old crusty version. It's a musical, which made it easier for a little kid to understand. And as an adult, I still find it more entertaining than any version with Patrick Stewart, Vanessa Williams, George C. Scott etc.
3) Santa Claus is Coming to Town -- Not nearly as well-known as Rudolph, but just as cute. And the Winter Warlock has some great quoteable material. For instance, when Mariano Rivera blew game 7, all I could think was 'Alas, he's been disenchanted'.

Christmas Music:
1) Nat King Cole's Christmas album -- The whole thing rocks.
2) Frank Sinatra's versions of I'll Be Home for Christmas, Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas and Jingle Bells are classic.
3) The 12 Pains of Christmas -- It amazes me that people are still discovering this song. Where have they been the last 15 years?
4) Christmas is the Time to Say I Love You, Billy Squire -- just a whole lot of fun
5) Another Old Lang Syne, Dan Fogleberg -- It only mentions Christmas once in the whole song, and I hated it as a kid, and now it makes me all choked up and sad. But in a good way.
6)Celebrate Me Home, Kenny Loggins -- A great song for anyone who is far from home and just can't wait to be there for the holidays.
7) Judy Garland's Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas -- The version taken directly from Meet me in St. Louis is probably the best version of the song ever made.

Monday, December 17, 2001

Oh no! Challenger the bald eagle, my favorite fowl other than my Yankee Chicken and clawed-foot seagulls, has been named on annoying or not! I don't think I can have faith in a world that makes fun of an endangered Yankee good luck charm....
The great thing about having days off is getting to watch the Personal TLC lineup. I really like A Makeover Story and A Dating Story, and the ultimate is A Wedding Story, where I cry at the nuptials of people I don't even know. Like the woman who was going to marry the deaf man and her mother learned sign language and surprised them with it at the rehearsal dinner...sniff.......I'm not really fond of A Baby Story, but you can get some crazy couples on that show. Like the woman who gave birth in her bathtub with all the neighbors watching. Des, Hollis and I go back to that one for our argument against people who get way to into the birth of the child. Considering years ago women got labor pains, dropped the kid in the fields while working, and continued to go on with their work, it makes today's parents look completely, well, in need of a hobby.

I think I'm almost done Christmas shopping. Taking these two days off really helped matters, considering I don't get a lunch break. I wonder if employees can hire the ghosts of Christmas Past, Present and Future to send to the heads of their companies on Christmas Eve....

Have I mentioned how much I love VH1 Classic? Finally, a music station that actually plays videos, and ones from the 80s!!!

Friday, December 14, 2001

I was reading the reviews at BN.com for the DVD of "A Christmas Story" and I happened to see the recommendations one person made. Check out the last title. Has this porno been made yet?
Also Recommended: The Originals: How the Grinch Stole Christmas, Frosty the snowman, Rudolph The Red Nosed
Reindeer, It's a Wonderful Life, Miracle on 42nd street.

Thursday, December 13, 2001

This is from part of the Bin Laden tape. Some ass said it, not Bin Shitting in a Cave himself:
"The TV broadcast the big event. The scene was showing an Egyptian family sitting in their living room, they exploded with joy. Do you know when there is a soccer game and your team wins, it was the same expression of joy."

Knowing full well what it feels like when 'your team wins', this statement makes me entirely sad. That people actually felt this way at seeing people die, well, you only hope that death comes unto them in three fold, and in a more grueling manner.

May Osama and his friends come to know the feeling of when 'your team' loses. And may no one have mercy on them.
If companies want to torture employees, I see no better way than to make them sit through a company town meeting, where all the "important" people who can't get enough of themselves feel the need to "reassure" the employees that the company is still standing.When said company comapares its economic downturn to the fall of the World Trade Center, and the only thing they can really say about Sept. 11 is that they lost money in ad revenue, you know you work for a sick place. And don't forget patting themselves on the back (for almost 3 hours) for cutting people and making the whole company work with the most barebones of staffs at every outlet. I'm convinced our town meeting wasn't made to reassure us, but to reassure the big wigs that they can talk and talk and talk with people being too afraid to leave.

Is it Tal-i-ban or Tally-bon, as many news anchors are fond of saying?

Gee, the Yanks still haven't signed Giambi yet, have they? So much for being "very close".

Wednesday, December 12, 2001

I HATE NJ TRANSIT. They've been crying poverty for god knows how long now, saying that the reason they have only mediocre service is because they're in debt. Well, now they want to raise fares 10 percent (which their board of selfish directors will probably pass) which would mean I'd have to pay 275 bucks a month to get to NYC. Considering I'm late for work at least 3-4 times a month, and late coming home about twice a month (almost always on a Friday, with the excuse that there's been a fatality on the tracks. Then you never see it on the news or in the papers.), the trains haven't been updated since the mid-70s, I think these crackheads have a major case. If the Highlands Ferry wasn't so far away, you could bet I'd be switching my way of commuting. But since NJ Transit has such a monopoly on transportation, they know people will have to suck it up.

Why is it that everyone imitating an NY accent sounds so fake? On commercials, TV, movies, etc, it just seems like there are no people out there who can do a genuine NY nasal drawl. I'd say the Sopranos, but they're supposd to have a Jersey accent, which I think doesn't exist, especially since much of the cast is from NY. It's people moving here from Brooklyn and Queens and Northern pockets of NJ (a la my parents) who bring it to the Garden State. But I don't think people from California and other un-accent places should be allowed to imitate something and sound so bad at it.

Hung out with Dexter, Vicki and their Binghamton crew last night. After hearing about them for over 2 years, it was finally nice to put a face with the name. And they're so cool, too!

Tuesday, December 11, 2001

Happy birthday to Dexter!

I am so sick of all the "Yanks close to signing Giambi" stories. It's been the same thing for three weeks now. It's like saying "We might have weather tomorrow". If nothing's happened, why bother? Though it concerns me that it's taking such a long time to get this sucker. He's so going to have to prove himself in my eyes, yet the Yankee brass is willing to kiss his (non-existent World Series) ring. Whatever. If he's good as a Yankee (read:in a big market, not happy Oakland), well, I'll be content.

Ever notice that there are some sports reporters that look like little worms? How do they get jobs on TV of all places? They remind me of the little rich snot-nosed brat who sat in box seats his whole life before deciding to call some relative in the business to get them their current job.

I so have to get some Christmas shopping done. Something always prevents me from going (broken-down car, no lunch hour, getting home at 8 p.m.). It was so much easier when Santa did all the work.

Is it me or are people patting themselves on the back a lot more for giving to charity? When you do such a thing, there's no need to brag about it. It's not about the giver, after all.

Sunday, December 09, 2001

Jeff Van Gundy has left the Knicks. He was the first celebrity I saw while working in NY, when I was leaving 2 Penn Plaza and he was walking in. He looked as paranoid in person as he does on TV. I hope he gets some sleep and loses those dark circles under his eyes now that he'll have some time off.

David Justice for Robin Ventura. I guess this means Giambi is as good as signed, or else they wouldn't be worrying about finding a steady-fielding third baseman.

I read the most depressing letter to an advice columnist today. It was a woman who was saying that while she was in a great marriage, she had a minor problem with her husband. He never gives presents for holidays, anniversaries or her birthday. When she hints around that she likes the idea of gift-giving, he says for her to buy something for herself and he'll re-imburse her. While the advice giver found ways for her to tell him what she wanted in a nice way, I would have said 'leave the bastard'. I understand some people are too 'practical' for gift-giving, but how heartless can you be to not enjoy finding the perfect gift for someone? Or when someone puts a lot of thought into a gift just because they love you? And I thought Ebeneezer Scrooge was only a fictional character.

Chris' party was awesome. It just so happened to be the same night as the Review's GRB, and it was fitting that I got to see some old college friends at this soiree. Sometimes seeing old friends is so freaking good for the soul, especially ones you went through lots of fun and lots of hell with. Note to self: see college friends more often.

Wednesday, December 05, 2001

Just finished About a Boy by Nick Hornby (author of High Fidelity) and wasn't that impressed. Very draggy. It's very surprising what gets on a best-seller list these days. Maybe my day will come after all!

Is Steve Karsay a Yankee yet? I thought he was 2 weeks ago...

I was just on the NJ.com site forum for bitching about the teacher's strike. It's pretty darn amusing. Teachers are comparing themselves to Ghandi and Martin Luther King Jr., and angry tax payers are telling them to not drop the soap in the jail shower. Who needs trash TV when you have this kind of entertainment. I actually went on to refute someone who said that a 4 percent raise isn't enough. I'm not getting a raise, and when I said this, I was told I should simply ask my boss for more money. Typical of someone who doesn't work in the real world. Anyway, when I explained the economic situation and that I work in NY in a flailing industry, I got accused of having kids, making over 56,000 (the average teacher salary in Middletown) just because I work in NY, having a cushy job, having a crappy job, working in a get-rich quick job and being a loser. When I explained I was only making in the low 30s at a fun magazine, and that I was bitter toward all the crappy Middletown teachers I had (and that I have no children that I know of) they backed off. You have to laugh. I did.

Tuesday, December 04, 2001

Let's start making them saints now. Middletown teachers are going to jailfor defying a court order to go back to school. Let me get this straight -- they really expect the public to be behind them, the public that pays their salary, mind you, when what they are asking for is ridiculous? And they're pissing off parents who have to find childcare for their kids, etc? I'm sorry Middletown teachers, since I've had to actually deal with you, in no way are you martyrs, no matter how much you think you are. Do what the rest of us do when it comes to something we don't like in the workplace: suck it up and tough it out. It's amazing I've come out of this board of education system with that mentality when you're all so above change.

Monday, December 03, 2001

It's time for all of us to start being insanely jealous of Amy K., who is currently on her second day of the job on the Carnival Cruise ship Sensation. She'll be cruising the Western Carribean for the next 6 months.

The teachers in Middletown are still on strike. I have off on Thursday, and I'm considering going across the street from their picket sites, and doing some picketing of my own. The median salary is 56,000 and they're whining about having to put in the same amount for benefits as the rest of us. I'm sorry, I just don't feel for them. Especially with the Catholic school teachers striking for real reasons (20,000 is not a salary).

The boring ass Real World, New York ends tomorrow night. Hopefully Chicago will be a little more exciting.

Is there anything worse than feeling ucky at the office? Especially when your bed is roughly an hour and a half away. Ugh.

Sunday, December 02, 2001

Even though you could tell he was reading from cue cards in certain moments, I think Mr. Jeter did an OK job on SNL last night. For one thing, he didn't seem to mind laughing at himself, which is refreshing: "He looks like The Rock had sex with a Muppet". And David Cone and David Wells were just plain funny to look at. Jeter's not going to get his own sitcom anytime soon, but he sure did look like he was enjoying himself. Especially while beating Jimmy Fallon with a baseball bat.

I'm going to pat myself on the back for the awesome chicken francese I made last night. I surprised myself with how well it turned out. So, if any of you ever get to come over for dinner and I decide to make it, it'll probably suck because cooking can be fickle like that.

If the humidity of the past few days doesn't go away soon, i'm afraid my hair will look worse than Derek's man-perm.

Friday, November 30, 2001

I dare say, me thinks people (and a very important Yankee at that) really do want Tino to stay in New York.

John Knowles has died. "A Separate Peace" was one of my favorite books junior year in high school. Even though Phineas died in pretty lame way, as most of us thought.

If there is one good thing coming out of George Harrison's death, it's that there's been great music on the radio all day. I know I'm not going to complain about Beatles marathons, with the occasional Harrison solo or Traveling Wilbury's song thrown into the mix. I'm proud to say I grew up listening to the Beatles. I often wonder why there are the select few out there who don't like them. To each his own, I guess. But there's no denying that music lost someone huge yesterday. Though judging by what I've seen on MTV today (but it's still early, so I won't judge too much), it's just another day...

My parents are pissed off about the teacher's strike, not because of their tax money being wasted, but because if school's called off in Middletown, the way to get the word out is by ringing all the fire department sirens at 5:30, 6 a.m., 6:30 etc. And it's very hard to sleep through such a racket. I was up already, so it didn't bother me. I also have fond memories of the sirens going off on snow days when I was a kid.

Starting tomorrow, anyone who lives in my area will have to dial 10 digits when calling someone, say, who lives across the street. We have cellphones and over-building of ugly homes to thank for this...

Thursday, November 29, 2001

The well-compensated teachers in my hometown are on strike again. It's getting to be a familiar occurence. I say make them work in a NY city school for a week, with the same pay as an NYC teacher, and see if they have that much to complain about after that. Better yet, why don't they come work for my company and a lot of other ones that aren't even giving raises this year? Or have to deal with the 1 and 2 percent raises I've gotten since I started working? Not that I'm bitter or anything, but speaking from firsthand experience, some of the teachers I had do not deserve half of what they get. There were a few who deserve even better than what they probably get. Middletown needs to get its act together and both sides need to realize that unlike Major League Baseball, a work stoppage in education is REALLY going to effect people.

Wednesday, November 28, 2001

My site traffic has more than quadrupled over the past week, and I have a feeling it's because of my critique of the "Give a Little Bit" Gap ad. I fear people are coming to the site to find a clip from the commercial or something, and I know I hate it when I think I find a site that has something I'm looking for, and all I get is some Jersey girl Yankee fan ranting and discussing her semi-boring life. So, for those looking for the ad, may I suggest adcritic. The one you're looking for isn't there yet, but I'm sure it'll be added soon. Even though I'm not fond of it.

It's looking like Tino won't be re-signed and I'm going to be prophetic like Joe Buck and say it's going to come back and bite the Yankees in the ass. Even with Giambi, who for some reason, worries me. Not because of a bad-boy reputation (he seems quite nice), but he's already asking for a hotel suite on the road (I'm sure other Yankees do this, but it's not publicized) and he's got a lot of family in the Bay area (read: not good for New York adjustment) Oh, and he's not that great of a fielder, and with this Drew Henson kid having not much experience throwing out a major league runner, you need someone with solid hands catching the ball at first. But the Yanks need someone with clout and he's certainly got that. He's still got to prove himself, however, before I jump on his bandwagon. And he hasn't even been signed yet....

Tuesday, November 27, 2001

The front page of the NY Daily News reads "Yanks in Combat". Now, I know what they really mean because I'm not THAT one-track minded, but I couldn't help but picture BernieWilliams, complete in pinstripe uniform and cleats, wearing a military helmet covered in camoflaging leaves, rifle slung over his shoulder, as he hangs from a helicopter with one hand, a 32-ounce bat in the other.

Scott Brosius is set to retire today. I can't help but be a litte sad. And worry about who's going to be gaurding the hot corner at Yankee Stadium next season.

Today is our monthly birthday party at the office. It usually includes singing, but I don't think we'll be getting any today. For anyone who thinks they have a psychotic office, I beg you to see mine when the singing is in full effect. Or on any other day for that matter...

Oh, and I'm very anti-pretentious English major people today. So to those of you who think you're holier-than-thou, I'm-so-deep, I'm-too-cool-to-read-from-oprah's-bookclub, I'm-hiding-my-bitterness-for-never-getting-published-so-I'll-just-be-a-pretentious-freak, I have two (simple, since I only had a B average in the English major) words for you: Grow UP! Not that I know too many people like this, but having to deal with the select few shmucks since 1995 really grates on your nerves after a while.

Monday, November 26, 2001

I have to laugh at the new Mountain Dew ads that proclaim the drink is 'as real as the streets'. I assume when they say 'real as the streets', they mean working class, gritty , humble people who have to work hard for their survival. Now, one commerical is filmed at a basketball court on West 4th St. in the Village. The other is Macy Gray singing in Washington Square Park, also in the Village. How is an area where you pay out the nose for rent, has way over-priced stores and is populated by college students and semi-wealthy and extremely wealthy people, REAL AS THE STREETS? If the ad execs had half a brain, they would've shot it in a neighborhood that is quite real, like the Bronx or Queens. Then again, maybe their definition of "real" and mine are completely different.
Man, I complain a lot about commericals....

Sunday, November 25, 2001

The strangest thing happened this morning. I've been feeling pretty peeved lately at how pigeon-holed I was during my school days just because I sucked (putting it mildly) at math. That I had to ask to be moved up to A level English and history in high school is ridiculous since I always had great standardized test scores in those areas. And that my guidance counselor didn't think I was going to get into Delaware (she was so shocked when I told her I got in) still makes my stomach turn. So this morning, John Irving,one of my favorite authors, was on CBS This Morning. He talked about how he wasn't a good student, and that he had a guidance counselor who once told him that Irving's SAT scores were the worst he's ever seen. And look at him now. I only hope I can have a similar "revenge", as CBS called it.

Saturday, November 24, 2001

The good people who brought us the wonderful PBS Anne of Green Gables movies have now given us The Anne of Green Gables cartoon. Ugh. What's next? It's bad enough the third installment of the movie series was awful. Oh well, I'll just have to remember how good the first two movies were and think of the rest as a bad marketing scheme.

I'm missing Astoria today and realizing how bitter I still feel about the whole situation.(IE: Coming back from bank-busting vacation to news that landlord wants his son to have your apartment, to which you're banished to the world of NJ Transit until you can save enough money to move out again, which is virtually impossible since no one in the office is getting a raise this year. Ugh) I miss everything from getting Dunkin Donuts with Hollis, to the subway boyfriend (yes, I still wonder what might have been), to good baklava, to the Neptune Diner and so forth. At least I don't have to deal with violent fiddle playing at 7 a.m. on a Sunday.

Wednesday, November 21, 2001

I dread this day at Penn Station more than I do any Friday in the summer. Ugh. Not only do you have hundreds of thousands of clueless people waiting for Amtrak trains, the Thanksgiving version of Jersey Shore WEBS come out of the woodwork, too. I will just have to rely on my commuter instincts to get me through it.

Two advertising gripes: The Wiz-- they are currently running an ad with a man gawking at his wife's expensive shopping list. When he calls her (or whines to her) on it and says "But when we were dating you were happy with anything I gave you" she replies "That's because I wanted to get married!" Not only does she make it look like women are desperate to marry, it makes us look like shallow bitches. We're willing to "deal" with perfectly fine presents (and LIE about it) if it means we'll get expensive ones when we find a man to provide for us. Gag. The Gap -- I'm not so keen on their latest ads that have various rock stars singing Super Tramp's "Give a Little Bit". It's one of my top 10 favorite songs of all time, and I don't like that it's being made into the meaning "Give a little bit of the Gap for the Holiday Season". A great classic rock song being used to promote crew necked sweaters and matching socks. Sigh.

Tuesday, November 20, 2001

With Thanksgiving comes the annual Bischer tradition (and a tradition shared by many other Americans) of listening to "Alice's Restaurant" by Arlo Guthrie at noon on Turkey Day. In the NY area for the past god knows how many years, it's played at that time on whichever classic rock station is in existence. It's gone from 102.7 (all talk now, so that's out of the question) to 92.3 and it's recently been played on 104.3, where I'm guessing it'll be this year. Anyway, if you think you know everything about Alice, and closed dumps and blind justice, test your knowledge with this quiz

Monday, November 19, 2001

The Facts of Life Reunion movie certainly lived up to its theme song -- you take the good, and in this case, you had to take the bad. What a dissapointment! First off, if Jo isn't there, it's just not going to fly. You need all 4 gals. At least they didn't bring back Pipa and Andy. Then, since it was on the Mouse-House network, it was completely Disney-fied. For instance, Blair is evil because she doesn't want children, or so the show intoned. Then, Tutti is a single mom because her husband 'died', no, gasp, divorce here! And Natalie is a two-timer, but gets proposed to because she's so caring and wonderful. Um, whatever. I'll stick to my Nick at Nite reruns.

Since I needed some form of laughter, I checked out part of Britney's EgoFest on HBO. The girl can't even lip sync properly! And the overly dramatic stage design and costume changes were just corny/hysterical. She was trying to be Janet Jackson with the way she danced and even the way she spoke. Then she was like Michael Jackson, grabbing her crotch AND her boobs. Maybe she's trying to decipher if they are still there, as so much bouncing can probably dislodge the implants and send them to other parts of the body.

Sunday, November 18, 2001

Now that I have seen Harry Potter, I'd like to know what all the fuss is about. The negative fuss, that is. I'm normally the person who hates books, especially favorites, being made into movies. Usually, tons of stuff is changed, and being the snobby reader I am, I hate it when people who never read the book absoultely love the movie version that looks nothing like its original form. See: Circle of Friends. And then there are the books that do stay faithful to the book and fail. See: Where the Heart Is. But Harry is different, mostly because it is a tribute to the book. I went in knowing it was going to be extremely faithful to the story, and this pissed off some reviewers. Yet, had Steven Speilberg produced this, and gone way out and changed stuff around, they would've hated it, too. You see, if you really loved the book, you might hate ANY version of it that comes on screen. You have your own visions of the characters, places and plots. There is a cleverness to the way the book is written that is impossible to translate on screen. And that's because you use your brain differently when reading a book than when watching a movie. So, of course, you're not going to get the same effect. The kids in the theater (aka Romper Room, since Des and I, and this strange couple sitting next to us where the only adults there without accompanying children) adored it. The 12-year-old boys behind us were hyper active with anticipation. And they weren't dissapointed. Probably because kids have the best, positive mindsets of all, and that nothing (with the exception of Harry's brilliant green eyes) was different from what they read. It set it in action for them, and it's quite rewarding to see something from your imagination come to life. The bottom line is, there was nothing in the book to improve upon since it is a children's book masterpiece. Nothing could've been done to make this movie better than the book, as so many snooty pants reporters wanted. When you see the news reports with kids standing outside the theater, and one girl (who read the books and saw the movie) proclaims "I love you JK Rowling, you've changed my life!" and not "Britney Spears, I want to be just like you!" that's all that should matter.

So pppthhhhhh on those who wanted more and are now whining about it. Des and I left the theater feeling delighted. Can't say that about a lot of other movies out there right now.

Friday, November 16, 2001

If Hollis and I ever start our own business and we need a new employee, this sign is going in the window:
'psychotics, sexual-harassers, antsy-pantses, obvious people, mean people, overly-cocky people, idiots, lazy asses, lacrosse players, workaholics, bad subway riders, stuck-up artists, West Wing likers, New York wannabes, New York haters, tea drinkers, comma lovers, bad decorators from 'Trading Spaces', slow walkers, elevator stoppers, over-zealous christians, Claudia, need not apply.

Des and I are off to see Harry Potter tonight, and a bad review from the NY Times can't stop us. Then again, if it isn't Stanley Kubrick, Jane Austen or foreign, the Times won't like it. Maybe their movie reviewers can marry EW's movie reviewers. Then they can hate and smugly criticize each other!

Wednesday, November 14, 2001

For some reason, I don't think adults (read: pompous nerds who can't make movies themselves, therefore sharpen their knives for anything that's put on their plate) should be allowed to review the Harry Potter movie. For one thing, it's a movie for kids. With all the hype, that point seems to get lost. I'm even saying people who would give it a good review should stay away, especially if they didn't read the book (kids are going to be very discerning, especially die-hard book fans). The only ones who are going to truly get the gist of this movie is the audience it is made for. Not too many angry, dark, bitter journalist types are going to get what it feels like to fly in a Quidditch match. In a way, I wish I were a kid when I read the books. I know there is so much more I would've appreciated, but being a 20 something and semi-jaded reader that I am, it probably went over my head. Anyway, kids will like what they like despite what a reviewer says, so why bother? Not that many of them would be able to get past the first few lines of the overly-written, big-words-thrown-in-because-I-majored-in-English-and-you-didn't reviews, anyway.

Amazingly, the pain of the Yankees losing Game 7 (I refuse to say lose the World Series. I have yet to watch any highlights of it, or read anything on it. For me, it ended with Game 5, and I'm in denile, but that's my story and I'm sticking to it) is fading faster than the ouchiness of my jammed Yankee toe. While the swelling has gone down, I can't wear regular shoes or go down a flight of stairs without wincing in pain. And it's a reminder of my excitement that night, which makes it worse. I thought they were going to win when I banged it after slipping of my chair. Sigh.

The Village Voice is whining that Norman Rockwell isn't art. Oh, please. Speaking of things that shouldn't be reviewed.....

Tuesday, November 13, 2001

I'm reverting to being a kid for the day. The Michael Jackson tribute thing is on, and all the songs are taking me back. It seems like the 80s were one big endless summer for me. Probably because I spent every waking minute either waiting for its arrival, or actually getting dirty, going to the beach, playing Voltron or tag with the neighborhood kids till 9 p.m. and making my stuffed animal mouse JB talk while the sun beat down. It's a shame what the real world does to you, which is make you boring.

Want to find out which athlete has the same b-day as you? Check out this do-hickey from SI for kids. I have the unfortunateness of having the same birthday (same year!) as Icky Atlanta Brave Andruw Jones. I bet he has cooties.

Today, after a poopie day at work (I'm growing allergic to flourescent lights), all I want is to curl up with my UD sweatshirt blanket and a Judy Blume book. If I can be half the writer she is, I'd be happy.

Monday, November 12, 2001

On this day where people are just shaking their heads at catastrophe after catastrophe, it's nice to know New Yorkers can still be complete and total bitches. At the deli down the street just now, the ultra nazi-like cashiers just got in a semi-shouting match
with a customer. The customer was complaining that the soup is hot, which makes the lids of soup's pot extremely hot to touch. She got burned and almost dropped her salad in the soup and got a little pissed.
Now, this isn't your typical McDonalds-spill-the-coffee situation. Those lids are PIPING hot with no other way to pick them up, and I
even burned my hand on the soup today. Anyway, as she's telling the cashiers that they need to do something, they're all like 'well, you should know soup is hot' and ' and you're [something that sounded like stupid here, but not sure], you should get cold soup so you won't burn yourself.' I have had it with those bitches. Had I not been counting my blessings at just being alive, I would've laid into them. They rush you through the line, and while it IS busy, roll their eyes at you when you're 'too slow' getting your money out. They start working on another customer while they're working on you. I just can't take it anymore. So, if you're ever in Manhattan, never go to the LOWEL DELI ON MADISON AVE. BETWEEN 39th and 40th. There. That, coupled with my lack of patronage, makes me feel better already. And I'll have less burns to show for it!
Just when I was able to smile on a Monday morning (I passed the Macy's Christmas display on 34th Street and it made me feel like a kid), another plane has crashed , this time outside of JFK. Even the sadness in the news reporters' voices sounds like they can't deal with another terrorist attack. I never thought I'd see a plane smoldering and actually be wishing to hear it was mechanical failure.

Sunday, November 11, 2001

So, this has been a very varied weekend. Yesterday, my emotions ran from ecstacy (another delicious dessert at Serendipity, this time with Des and Carolyn) to heavy heartedness (a trip to ground zero, which i'd avoided since everything happened. I became utterly sad when I realized that the day of the 1998 Yankee parade, when after much adventure and giddiness, I actually laid underneath Tower Two and gazed up at the huge blue sky above it, feeling an utter sense of perfectness -- Little knowing 3 years later I'd be wanting to cry at seeing its ruin.) to agitatedness (traffic on the NJ Turnpike) to mild laughter (when seeing "Shallow Hal"). That was just Saturday.
Today, I bought Derek Jeter's book, thinking I should "Know thy neighbor". I mean, we already Love him, so that biblical command is already out of the way. Then I watched Memento, which was excellent, but I felt utterly psychotic and jumpy for the first hour or so after viewing. Now I'm off to watch Katie Couric's special on Harry Potter. Des and I are considering buying our tickets early. Well, that was my weekend...how was your weekend?

Friday, November 09, 2001

If anyone has ever thought there was nothing wrong with a former owner being baseball comissioner, I ask you to read the following paragraph from cnn.com. This is exactly what is wrong with major league baseball, in a nutshell:
Minnesota owner Carl Pohlad, a close friend of baseball commissioner Bud Selig, wants to be bought out and would get a much higher price in a contraction payment from the remaining 28 teams than he would from a sale.
Maybe I should join the FBI. On the news, they just said that they think the person who sent the anthrax letters is a white, very educated American man, who misspelled stuff on purpose. Um, I've been thinking it's a screwed-up American since it started happening and they're just stumbling on it now?

It annoys me that the term 24/7 is used in news broadcasts now. The traffic reporter has just used it 3 times. Ugh. Before you know it, Tom Brokaw will be saying 'no you di-int'.

Ever wonder how they pick out the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree? Well, it's kind of creepy. These people do helicopter flyovers of neighborhoods, looking in people's yards for the perfect tree. Then they bang on your door and ask you if they can have it. This year's (being lit on Nov. 28. Come on, waiting till actual December wouldn't hurt anyone. Next year they'll light it on Halloween.) is coming from an NJ family's backyard. Start growing a pine tree now, and in 80 years it'll be famous!

Thursday, November 08, 2001

Some New Yorkish gripes for the day:

Elevator Annoyances: 1) I love the people who see the elevator doors closing, run for it, and risk losing a limp to stop the doors from closing so their selfish ass can get on. Hello, can't you wait 30 seconds for the next one? Sheesh! 2) People who work on the 2nd floor should not be allowed access elevators. How lazy do you have to be that you can't walk up 1 flight of stairs? And the fact that I always manage to hit 2nd floor traffic when trying to make a train at night is NOT fun.

Feeling Horny: Do drivers (specifically those of trucks and taxis) think that laying on the horn will make the traffic go faster??

It's just wrong that New Yorkers have elected a Red Sox fans as their new mayor.

Oh, and according to Dr. Personality, I have a jammed Yankee toe. Now, he did scare me when he said 'If it is broken...' which i took as "Since we're not going to do an X-ray because I'm so lazy, we'll just say it's jammed." And the funniest part was when I explained that I had to walk to my office from Penn Station and back again and he says 'well, take a cab'. HA! This man has obviously 1) never seen the line at the taxi stand at Penn Station in the morning 2) never paid for a cab when saving for a new apartment or 3) never realized it takes 2 hours to go 2 blocks in city traffic.

Wednesday, November 07, 2001

That's it. I'm through being the bigger person. This means people are going to get the same treatment they give me. HA!

I have to agree with chris on this one -- why the hell add 4 teams in 10 years if the owners saw this coming years ago! I mean, there is no excuse for the Devil Rays to be in existence, and because of that, Minnesota is getting robbed of a team. To hell with Montreal. They don't support the Expos in the least bit. But the Twins, I don't know. It just doesn't seem right.

Tuesday, November 06, 2001

It only took 2 days, but the smarmy baseball guy is starting in on us Yankee fans. My Tino-loving friend is ready to punch him. If there is justice in the world, he'll never see his team in the World Series again. Oh boy, never get me pissed off about baseball!
I am surprised at what little words of comfort I have gotten over the Yankees losing. I thought for sure someone would've sent a fruit basket....
I feel kind of bad for soap actors who get fired. It's usually because their character has been written into a corner, the audience doesn't like their character, or they don't like the actor. Or all of the above. It must suck to know millions of viewers hate you because "you" broke up Dirk and Camielle's marriage. We did a story about a woman who replaced a popular actress for whatever reason and soap fans write the show saying they hate her because she's not this other woman. Some soap fans are a strange breed...

Wouldn't it be great if Solid Gold was in reruns? Just makes you want to get up and Dance!

Should there really have been 2 MVPs for the World Series? Johnson did a bit of a better job in my mind....but since everyone and their mother (ahem, Tim McCarver and Joe Buck) loves Curt Schilling, I guess it's OK.

Since I'm still registered to vote in Queens, I could techinically vote for NY mayor today. But I'm glad I moved. Both Green and Bloomberg are poopheads and since I don't have a political agenda, I would've just ignored Election Day. And since I forgot to re-register in NJ, I can't vote for governor. Gee, darn.
Well, I have a feeling that my possible Yankee broken toe (yes, it only seems like my big toe took the damage the worst. Going down stairs and, eek, stopping short REALLY hurts) may become a saga. All because of HMOs. I have to go to my doctor tomorrow night, who will then decide if my toe is worthy of an orthepedist. I think he won't because 1) there isn't much you can do for a broken toe and 2) at my doctor's office, i could see one of three docs, and two have no personality. When I went in with what I thought was a sinus or upper respitory infection a few weeks ago (wait, I know it was one or the other because it takes A LOT for me to go to the doctor) the one doctor looked at me like I was just after drugs or something. This has always been the case since I've been on an HMO. Every doctor I've seen since the time I was 16 has treated me like a leper/second class citizen. Anyway, this is what I think is going to happen with my toe: Doc will think that my toe isn't worthy. I then go on hobbling to work on my foot (getting a subway train out of Penn Station is absolutely next to impossible because of all the displaced commuters since the attacks) and then end up breaking my foot from walking on it funny. Then my doctor will treat me like it's my fault, and I'll have to switch doctors out of anger. Sigh. Maybe I'll just move to Canada. Or just find a doctor who is in practice for the RIGHT reasons.

Monday, November 05, 2001

Is the celebrity you hate annoying or not?
Something Hollis told me yesterday outraged me. She was watching CBS Sunday Morning, and they were reading letters from Yankee and Diamondback fans. Most were in good fun, but one made me so pissed off, and it wasn't even baseball related. It was from an Arizona fan who was whining that the Yankees shouldn't be seen as "America's team" because of the tragedies. Now that part I can understand. That idea even makes me want to puke. But he/she went on to say that they were sick of New Yorkers acting like the tragedy didn't affect the rest of the country and how it was an attack on America, not New York. While this may outwardly be the case, does this asshole know what went on in this city the day of the attack or the awful first few days following? I'm sorry, but I doubt Mr/Ms. Safe in Arizona had as much fear as anyone in New York City that day. They didn't lose 35 people from their home town, nor did they have to endure worrying all day long about people they knew that worked in the buildings. They didn't have to sit through 90 bomb threats in the days following, nor did they have to hold their breath whenever a plane went over head. They didn't have to fear coming into work like most of us did. Yes, it was an attack on America. But New York had to deal with the most, so it would've been a change of pace (read: something fun to focus on rather than the dreariness) to have the Yankees win the World Series. Shithead.

Sunday, November 04, 2001

What I would say if I had my own advice column:

Dear Karen,
So sorry about the Yanks. How are you taking it? The Chicken?
Feeling your pain in Lawg Island
Gentle Reader,
Alas, I am a bit sad, numb, grouchy and experiencing a fair amount of pain in my right foot, but I'm still here. It was bound to happen sometime, I guess. The Chicken will spend the rest of the off season working out with Derek Jeter, our soon-to-be neighbor. He always has something to look forward to.

Dear Karen,
Does this make you doubt the Yanks in anyway?
Yankeelover, HoHokus
Gentle Reader,
Of course not. Even the great Yankee dynastys of the 1950s and 60s had their share of loss. After the heartbreak of 1960, the Yanks kicked ass in 61, and had a great homerun race to boot. One series loss won't kill them. It will just get them angry like it did in 1995 and 1997.

Dear Karen,
Is it true you think you broke your toes because you kicked the TV when the game winning hit happened?
Met fan who believes everything he hears, Queens
Stupid Reader,
No, my foot slipped off the stool I was sitting on and slammed into my kitchen counter. This happened when the Yanks tied the game, and I was attempting to jump up with enthusiasm. I figure this can work to my advantage if I need to milk sympathy tomorrow at work. God knows I'm not going to be in the mood to be there. That's IF my toes are broken. They sure hurt like hell....

Dear Karen,
Will you kick the jerk at work's ass if he rubs in the Yankee loss?
Just wondering, Manhattan
Wishful thinker,
Ah, it is tempting, but no. His team got ousted in the first round. If he says something, which will probably along the lines of a condescending, "I'm sorry", well, at least I'll know I've had more joy with my team in the past 6 years than he's had in his whole lifetime. That's low. Too bad.

Dear Karen,
You seem to be taking this well. What's your secret?
Sniffling in Staten Island
Gentle Reader,
From the beginning of the playoffs, I've kept the semi-over dramatic thought in my head that I should just be happy I'm here to watch them. How many Yankee fans were in the World Trade Center? They'll never see another World Series again. At least I got to see this one. That thought, coupled with the knowledge that I have a bunch of good friends who all probably thought 'Oh no.Poor Karen," when they found out the Yanks lost makes me feel a bit better. And my mom feels bad and will no doubt give me TLC this week (especially if the toes are broken). I have the knowledge that I can indeed survive a World Series loss . Now I can say I've been through the really really good and super duper bad.

Dear Karen,
Any thoughts for next season?
Looking ahead, Manasquan
Faithful fan,
Only 102 days until pitchers and catchers. Nuff said.
Okee, now i'm pissed. Thank God this song probably played during a commercial break, or I would've thrown my friend's 25-inch TV out the window:

From the NY Daily News:The D-Backs also did it with a little postgame gamesmanship, playing the Yanks' theme song, "New York, New York," over the PA. Midway through, the record screeched to a halt and was replaced by "Celebration." Arizona owner Jerry Colangelo said it was done in retaliation for the way the song was blasted after Yankee wins at the Stadium....

Um, can someone tell Mr. Colangelo that the Yankees have played that song after EVERY game, win or loss, since god knows when? I officially hate the Arizona Diamondbacks.
You have to love having a Game 7 if only to piss off the people who run the Emmy Awards. One of their slicked-back producers was so confident that there wasn't going to be a Game 7 and that there would be nothing competing for viewers attention against his big old actor ego fest. They should've just cancelled the stupid show.

Fox rants for the day: Players Wives. Ok, I don't think I've ever seen so many of the overly-coiffed, heavily-madeup, ultra-plastic surguried women before. Do we really care what their reaction is as they sit in the stands in their designer clothes? It's one thing to show the pitchers' wives, but every freaking player that comes to bat? Those unmarried ones must feel like crap.

The Fox instant poll: I'm waiting for the question "Do you think this poll is absolutely stupid and should never be introduced into World Series play again?" 98% yes 2% no. That's from the 3 people who answer those questions.

Saturday, November 03, 2001

The game is still going on, 15-0 at this point, and I am still watching. You never stop watching a game when your team is in the World Series. There are millions of other fans who wish they were in your shoes. Never take it for granted. Even when you'd rather be having root canal than watch your team get trounced. Ugh.

Mr. Schilling seems to think his team is winning the whole kit and caboodle tomorrow night. He just basically garaunteed it in a Fox interview. I hope the Yanks get to see that...
The Yanks are in 'Zona tonight. I wish 7:30 would just hurry up and come already!

Friday, November 02, 2001

I didn't think whack jobs this stupid really existed. This is an anti-Harry Potter argument from some Christian zealot. If he didn't try to sound so damn superior in his statement, I'd write to him and tell him where to stick it. But there's never getting through to people with egos that big and skulls that thick .
They didn't show him on TV last night, which got me a bit worried, but Challenger the bald eagle was at the Yankee game. I've been wondering about his story. I'm glad the Daily News did something on him, even though The Chicken is insanely jealous that Challenger gets to fly around Yankee Stadium and is considered their home-game good luck charm.
I have never been so happy to be so exhausted. WHAT A GAME! Who scripts this stuff? Yogi Berra? As I write, the latest version of "How You Doin' " is on the radio. The local newscasters are grinning like kids when they announce the scores. People on the train talk with an admiration that can only come out of an unabsorbed shock of what they saw 6 hours earlier. That's right, it doesn't sink in till like 3:12 p.m. the following day. In a word, it is wonderful to be a Yankee/NY fan right now. The rest of the road for the crown is a bit tough. But then again, so is this Yankee team. Gotta love it.

Thursday, November 01, 2001

After discussing the under-ratedness and merits (and cuteness) of Tino Martinez with my officemate/Yankee friend, Tonya, I found his official web page. It hasn't been updated in a year, but hey, he's still the man. And he better be re-signed, if George knows what's good for him.
Oh....My.....GOD!!!!!! What a hell of a game! But since it takes 4 games to win a series, I will not get too excited. But is sure was, hell, I can't even think of a word that encompasses all the emotion in that win. It was pretty damn fantabulous.

So, I think my parents and every other home owner wasted money on buying Halloween candy this year. I hear when the trick-or-treaters got home, many parents dumped their kids' candy and gave them stuff they bought (or even money, as I heard on the radio!) instead. This boggles my mind because 1) Isn't the candy all coming from the same place -- the supermarket? I mean, wouldn't the candy you bought at the supermarket be just as "tainted" as the bag my mom bought? 2) Who the hell are you to not trust your own neighbors, and if you do trust them, why did you let your kids go trick-or-treating in areas unknown? When I was a kid, we'd dump the candy on the kitchen table, mom and dad would take a look at it (there were several needles scares in the 80s, but none of us ever got any, just as I don't think we'll be finding kids in podunk USA suffering from the skin anthrax their evil neighbors put in their candy) and you'd be set. Sigh. First bad Saturday morning cartoons, now this.

Wednesday, October 31, 2001

I have one word for Russ Smith of the New York Press: 1978 (The bitter bit about the Yanks is toward the end of the column. Read on, and see how he invalidates his point entirely by announcing his favorite team: the Red Sux)
I'm having a very Halloween-like day so far...
It's scary when you pass certain places, say the 34th street subway station, and you see police tape and lots of police officers and just know it's another anthrax/bomb scare. It's becoming a weekly occurence. I know before I get to the station because of the lack of foot traffic on 34th Street.

Then, I get to the office which is swealtering like the fires of hell. The managing editors armoire, (which is in front of a vent) was so hot, she said it felt like a wood burning stove. I'm wearing a skirt, and I am sweating. We all complained yesterday and the building people (our best friends in this place) claimed the heat was turned off. Uh, no.

And for my rant of the day: Rosie O'Donnell making herself quite apparent in a yellow coat, sitting right behind homeplate at last night's game. She, like the Donald, yacked though the whole game. Some body has to keep these famous people who can't get enough of themselves away from Yankee Stadium.

Tuesday, October 30, 2001

I'm not the only one who thinks those 24 promos are out of control!

Let me gush about "Band of Brothers" for a moment (here it is, Dexter!). I don't understand people who complain that this epic isn't Hollywood enough for them. Because it was chaotic in the beginning, and no main character came out of Easy company, people didn't want to give it a chance. Well, I'm usually one of those who likes gooey, warm character studies where everything works out right, but this time I am enthralled with the story. It's war, for crying out loud! And a true story. So of course it's not going to play out like a cliche war flick. EW gave it a blah review (surprise, surprise. I don't read their reviews anymore. They hate everything, except "Serendipity" which got an A-. It was cute and all, but an A-??), complaining that our age group is sick of the whole 'greatest generation' stuff being shoved down our throats. I hate that idea, too, since it's no one's fault as to what generation they're born into. That would mean there has to be a second-best generation, and a worst. But this movie isn't about that at all, which is why I find it so appealing. It's about how they all got through the battles and the awful things they had to see. There's no 'you should look up to them because they're better than you' mentality. It shows how human beings react and survive in the most horrific of conditions — nothing glorified about it.

On the same note, I finished "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire" and I have to say it semi-depressed me. It's good to know that kids aren't being force fed warm, fuzzy, overly-PC stories anymore and that they can read something fun (and pretty damn good) with a sad ending and the kids still think it's great. I bet my old company would never tap the book to be put in schools -- people *gasp* die in it! And use weapons! And have faults! But that's another rant for another day.
There's a buzz that with Bush going to the Yankee game tonight, that the Stadium will be on an even higher alert. If ANYTHING happens to ANYONE in that ballpark — fan, Yankee, Diamondback, stadium worker, police officer, president, pigeon — so help me God, I will hunt down that terrorist and kill him/them with my own two hands. Better yet, get Randy Johnson to throw a few of his 98 MPH fastballs at the American-hater's fugly head, while Roger Clemens hovers over him with a broken bat. You mess with my Yankee Stadium, there will be hell to pay.

Monday, October 29, 2001

I'm in Gryffindor! If you don't know what that means, well then you're just a muggle , aren't you?
I think the Yanks are a bit confused with warm temperatures in October. They need to come home and play in some 40-degree weather! Maybe that's the ticket. Contrary to the way some fans think, I'm not jumping off any bridges. I've never understood why fans of other teams think it's going to kill me when they come over and rub in the fact that the Yanks lost. First off, I'm never mean (publicly) to them about their rotten teams as I believe in baseball karma; what goes around comes around, as one particuarly smarmy fan in my office found out when his team was ousted from the playoffs recently. (PS, in Webster's dictionary the word smarmy has the term 'New Yorker' in its definition. This kind of bothers me. Anyway.) Secondly, I have a little more faith in my team than that. Sheesh.
Fox is pissing me off again, however. With their new form of advertising (computer generated crap for Ally McBeal and Boston Public posted on a green wall behind home plate) and transparent announcing team, I'm about ready to kick my television. First off, Tim McCarver has to stop stating the obvious. In every situation, he acts like no one at home would think "gee, maybe Soriano will be running on the 3-2 pitch with 2 out." Joe Buck has to stop sounding prophetic on every pitch. Like when Johnson has 2 outs in the inning with an 0-2 count and he starts in on "Johnson has 7 strikeouts on the night" just so you know when strike three comes 2 seconds later he can say "Now 8". And Steve Lyons and that bitchy southern woman in the studio have to stop being so obvious in their Yankee hating. It's their God given right to hate whatever teams they want in private. But it's unprofessional as hell to let your opinion come through (no matter how much you try to cover it) while being a journalist. Bob Costas is just as guilty when he gushes about the Yanks. I love his opinions and that he loves the Yanks, but he even makes me ill sometimes, and I ardently adore the Bombers! It's just not cool. I think they missed that whole impartiality thing in journalism class or something.

Friday, October 26, 2001

I finally got to go to Serendipity the restaurant last night, after hearing Dexter and Vicki rave about the place for almost 2 years now. I must say the food is pretty damn good. Especially the frozen hot chocolates! The service is kind of weird, though.

Tomorrow is Steph and Carolyn's joint birthday bash in a yet-to-be-decided Hoboken bar. It's also Game 1 of the World Series. Yippee!!!! If there are any frontrunners in the bar (I love Hoboken. My family, including the reason I'm a Yankee fan, my dad, are all from there, Dexter, Vicki and Chris call it home and Des, Carolyn and I are probably moving there within the next 6 months, God willing. But there are a few pretentious, nausea-inducing NY wannabes inhabiting the mile-square city) I will club them with my beer bottle. That's a promise.

Speaking of, are fans who leave 9,000 seats empty when their team makes the playoffs (Game 1 of the NLCS) really worthy of seeing a World Series title won? Arizona must be full of front runners as well. Remind me never to move there

Thursday, October 25, 2001

We have entered the new era of germ warfare -- terrorism by uncooked chicken!

Speaking of Chicken, my Yankee-loving fowl has taken to wearing an American flag with his Yankee cap and guido necklace. Maybe he will bring the U.S. as much luck as he's brought the Yanks in recent years.

Wednesday, October 24, 2001

Not only do these anthrax psychos have the worst chicken scratch writing, they can't spell for shit. Medicines are spelled properly in the dictionary, mr. terrortwit.

Tuesday, October 23, 2001

From Paul C. Smith of Yankees.com. A very interesting comment by Mariano...
The Yankees also have some special motivation this season. "I believe we will bring the world championship to the city of New York, because these people deserve it," said first baseman Tino Martinez. "I'd like to say it is destiny. But, all I know is we represent this great city. And we know that the people of New York and the victims of the tragedy of Sept. 11, many of them are Yankee fans and they are counting on us.We believe we can help ease their pain."

Rivera took it one giant step farther.

"I think the Good Lord is a Yankee," Rivera said.
"It's great to be young and a Yankee," Waite Hoyt once said. I'd like to add that it's great to be young and a Yankee fan.
YAHOOOOOOOOO! If I thought the Yanks would come back from 2 games down to the A's, and beat Seattle in only 5, I would've thought it was asking for too much. But damned if this team just showed my underrating of them. I swear, the only month I don't mind being wrong is October. Or any other time the Yanks pull some magic out of their interlocking NY, midnight-blue caps. You hear so many people who hate the Yankees go on and on about how they're tired of seeing them in the World Series. But hasn't it been fun every year they've made it? I mean, they school the Braves not once, but twice, cap off a huge season by sweeping the Padres (a nice team, but there was history to be made) and beat the Mets in the battle royale last season. They say the Yanks buy their teams, but au contraire, Jeter, Bernie!, Jorge, Pettitte, and Rivera were home-grown, Brosius came off the scrap heap, Tino came via a trade as did Roger Clemens. They pay them the money to keep them there once they'be been acquired, not lure them away from sweet little teams in the Midwest or something evil like that.
Oh man, I'm ranting and I shouldn't be. The focus is the D'backs. They've beaten Schilling and Johnson before. I won't get cocky or excited, but you better believe i'll be humming "Ain't No Mountain High Enough" for at least a few more days.

Monday, October 22, 2001

Since I don't want to jinx them, I'm not going to say anything about theYanks (except offer, in the words of Mel Allen, 'how about that'?!?)but I do want to complain about some of the boring ass advertising we have to sit through during these games. I think I have the promo for Fox's 24 stored in my memory so that I can pull it out and recite it for my friends at holiday parties. And are those 2 idiots going from ballpark to ballpark in the mastercard commercials ever going to finish? I bet they're saving the last two stadiums for the World Series. I just hope it's not some new "people-are-more-interested-in-the-ballpark-experience-not-the-game" corporate-named place. And the worst excuse for ad time had to come last night for John Hancock. You see a woman whining to her husband about their stock portfolio or something, worrying that their 'safety net' isn't safe anymore. The tag line for the commercial was "the average age for a widow is 56" This made me irate because 1) how freaking morbid to show in a city that was directly affected by the attacks -- just scare all the people into thinking their spouse is going to die and SOON! So, you'd better sign up with John Hancock and 2) HOW FREAKING SEXIST! Gee, I forgot that women can work for a living. Why can't wifey-poo go out and get a job? Like the rest of us! As I sat there, agape and momentarily distracted from my real reason of viewing, my dad said "Well, she can sell the Mercedes SUV, get rid of the mansion and ditch the country club member ship." At least I'm not the only one who saw that it was probably the most out-of-date, blue-suit thought up
commercial I've ever seen. Boy did it piss me off!
Anyway, the Yanks play tonight.....

Tuesday, October 16, 2001

All Aboard! That's right, here comes the Yankee Bandwagon Express, and it's just in time for all those frontrunners to jump on. If there is one thing I can't stand in the playoffs in any sport, it's the frontrunner. He/she who has no interest in a team whatsoever during the regular season, but suddenly deems themself 'such a big fan' when the big stuff comes round, basically just to look cool. And you'll find tons of them in NY. None of them remember the lean years in the early 90s, when Melido Perez was the Yanks best pitcher. And I'll bet none of them can name 2 pitchers in the current Yankee bullpen. What saddens me is that they somehow get tickets to these games while the rest of us just make rude comments about them during the game [see my cell phone entry. No real fan brings them to a game, anyway.] while adding one more stomach ulcer from the worry/love of one's favorite team. No, you'll never see a frontrunner chugging Mylanta in October. I pity them. They'll never get it.
They never cease to amaze me. Even when I've steeled myself for defeat, just happy to see them in the playoffs, they do stuff that makes me marvel. Derek Jeter, who I've been a bit hard on this year, embodies his love for the game by throwing himself into the stands to catch a foul ball. He may be portrayed as the team play/partyboy, but in truth his only love and lust seems to be playing good baseball for a team he's adored since he was a kid. Damn, the whole team gives me joy.

The Donald was there, unfortunately, this time accompanied by Regis. But Rege at least seemed into the game. Donnie boy was gone way before the game was over. Some big dude was in his place, prompting my father to say that Mr. Trump had probably been eaten by the guy. I hope to god he's not back for the rest of the playoffs.

Monday, October 15, 2001

Hurricane Karen has been downgraded to just a tropical storm. Sigh.

So, after a weekend of barely any sleep and much reunionizing, I return from Delaware feeling better about myself and back to a laid-back mentality. Don't know if it was the 2 hour drive or just seeing old faces who seemingly love you no matter how much you hate your job. And I didn't find one person completely happy with their job. It's sad, but I found that relieving. Oprah's right -- we are an impatient, semi-stupid generation to think we're going to find our dream job right out of college. Duh!

The Yanks are back in it! Which means I will not be taking phone calls tonight.

Thursday, October 11, 2001

I know the real reason the Yankees lost last night and it had nothing to do with lack of runs. It was sitting behind homeplate, in a suit and tie, yacking its head off and looking downright smug among the other rich and pathetic who seep out of the woodwork for playoff games. Yes, I'm talking about Donald Trump. How could you miss his ugly, pompous mug? It was there everytime someone came to bat. And since he's never been at a game before (or never been that obvious), and in no way a fan (a real fan doesn't shmooze while in great seats like that) he brought bad luck. We can only hope he's not there tonight. And all the other rich scum who were out there last night, dressed like someone going to a polo match. I am only glad that this ban on bringing stuff into the stadium seems to have applied to cell phones. I didn't see anyone yacking obnoxiously while the Yanks are trying to get the third out.

Just heard a newscaster say the Yanks are backed into a corner after losing last night. Ummm, hello? It's only game one. I've learned better than to have a hissy fit this early on. Then again, this was the station that during its weather report for tonight's game had NLDS written above it. Probably a bitter Mets fan is to blame for it.

Wednesday, October 10, 2001

I'm guessing the loads of New Yorkers in pissed-off moods this morning aren't Yankee fans. Why is there a need to be grumpy when there's a World Series to be won???

Osama, you ass wipe, we're not laughing with you, we're laughing at you!

Monday, October 08, 2001

After a few days of sinus infection, I feel pissed enough to write. Last night I was made to wonder why HBO doesn't call its new series The WARPED Mind of the Married Man. The show must be written by a very hopeful Mike Binder because since when does anyone that average, even dorky looking, get a great looking wife and then wonder about cheating on her with all these other great looking women who want him? Even his friend on the show, a very scary gent, is paired up with a woman straight out of the Victoria's Secret Hall of Fame. What I want to know is, where do you see average, even homely looking women with hot guys as hubbies? NOWHERE. It's just not fair. I know, looks aren't everything. So why aren't these dudes given just-as-average- looking wives? The male ego is a very strange thing...

So, dear old Barry hit his record setter and his team is out of the playoffs. Gee, darn.

I finished Harry Potter #3 and am now working on #4 which is annoying me because I never like the early stages before he gets to Hogwarts and it's going to take 130 some-odd pages to get to school. I hope it's worth it.

The Chicken is gearing up for the playoffs. He says that he has no qualms about the Yanks chances and is not worried about Jason Giambi. Good to know.

Wednesday, October 03, 2001

2 things really pissed me off last night:
1) Barry Bonds: He's at bat against the Astros in the 7th inning, having gotten, gasp, only a single earlier in the game. The Giants are up 3-1, and during a 3-0 count him, the Astros pitcher decides to just intentionally walk him. Barry promptly, disgustedly, tosses his bat away, shaking his head. WHAT DOES HE EXPECT? The Astros were 2 runs down and IN A PENNANT RACE. This wasn't a 14-0 blowout of the Expos.Oh, I forgot, the pitchers are supposed to give Barry what he wants just because he's Barry. I'm just not going to watch from now on. In all honesty, I really don't care if he gets the record since it's just looking like it will be a yearly occurence from now on.
2) Shows benefitting from the tragedy: The West Wing and Third Watch are doing shows about terrorism, and Third Watch is doing one that takes place the day before and the day after Sept. 11. Why am I mad? THESE ARE FICITIONAL CHARACTERS, and it just seems extremely TACKY that we're supposed to believe that these people really know what was going on in NY and DC during these attacks, when they were safe in Hollywood. They have no freaking clue what it was like. And to use it for ratings is just pathetic. They'll say it's because they want to help the nation, but don't believe it.
Ugh.

Tuesday, October 02, 2001

Eureka! I've found my new career -- Professional Scapegoat!
Yes, Jim's mantra of 'You're all assholes, and I know it' is coming in handy today. The attacks have made me realize that petty job crap isn't worth much, but it's still a pain in the rear.
After watching the last episode of Ric Burns' New York documentary, I have a newfound distaste for Robert Moses. What a jerk. And they named a beach after him, which is kind of silly because the man seemed so against open space. But what really got me were the people who fought him on building a highway through lower Manhattan. They were the first residents to overturn an idea of his. The things is, what would they think of their once blue collar neighborhood now? Now you have to be stinking rich to live there. Not at all like the neighborhoods they were fighting for -- of all creeds and backgrounds..

Saturday, September 29, 2001

Wellllll....last night was quite interesting.I wasn't expecting to go out, but when Des called saying Carolyn, Kara and Melissa were getting together for a girls night, I figured 'what the hell'? So, Des and I arrive at Echoes, this really strange wannabe european bar in little old Red Bank and the girls are there already, and quite wide-eyed. "Guess what!" they hiss when we arrive, "Bon Jovi is here!" Now, this place isn't exactly big, and there, in the corner with a bunch of people is Jon Bon. I've never had a celebrity siting in RB, but I guess since he lives nearby it shouldn't be that surprising. At one point, Kara went to the bathroom, and Des and I noticed Jon head over to the men's room. Des decides to start the rumor that Kara and Bon Jovi went to the bathroom together. Anyway, it turns out he was doing a benefit at the Count Basie Theater, which is right up the street. He and his band o' friends seemed really laid back and no one bothered them. Very interesting experience.

We then headed to a Sea Bright bar and met up with Greg and Kootz, which was nice. The Blue Hens basically took over the upstairs part of the bar. Just a preview of Homecoming, which should be interesting.

In other celebrity news...Driving down Navesink River Rd. today, it was noted that Mr. Bon Jovi has a huge American flag hanging from one of his castle's windows, and Derek Jeter's gargantuan, semi-gaudy, um, home, is near completion. To think, no one more exciting than Geraldo used to live in the neighborhood.

Wednesday, September 26, 2001

That's it. I'm moving to Canada. Free health care, free education and Degrassi High reruns. Those Canucks don't know how good they have it!

Tuesday, September 25, 2001

Well, I've officially been at the job one whole year today. Whoopee.
My hair is no longer glowing in the dark, and seems like a normal shade of blond. No one has commented on it, so it's safe to say I imagined it was worse than I thought.
I had to buy Dr. Scholl's insoles today for my rotten Bass shoes. I feel like such an old fart.

Monday, September 24, 2001

I went crabbing in the Manasquan yesterday and came up with a Northern Puffer in one of my traps, which is just a Blowfish It was quite amusing to look at.

Found myself whistling the other day for the first time in a long time. I guess that means I'm getting back to normal. I was also rooting against the Mets, listening to 80s music (but not too peppy stuff) and getting peeved at bad drivers again.
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Friday, September 21, 2001

So, I got the petition for peace fowarded to me yesterday and all I could think was 'Sorry, no can do'. I am the least violent, non war-loving person I know. Before the attacks, I got into a debate with my mom over the merits of war after watching the first episode of "Band of Brothers". I basically wrote war off as an ego thing, that it killed innocent people. Well, 2 days later, there I was in my own office in complete fear because...someone with a big ego killed innocent people. People died just because they showed up for work. People died trying to help those who were unsuspecting of their death that day. People died on planes in the most horrific way possible. And I'm just supposed to sit here on my hands, throwing flowers at these terrorist assholes? I think not. I'm not for going after innocent people -- I think our intelligence knows enough to go for the correct areas. But if we do nothing, let these people get away with what they've done, we'll just have to deal with again, and I sure as hell don't want to live through anything like I did last Tuesday again. It's bad enough I'm afraid of the dark like I'm 4 years old again, and that I don't sleep well. Those asswipes took something away from each and every one of us. Some more than others in the form of a loved one. We have to live in fear of our plane being hijacked, our offices being bombed? We've defended other countries against this sort of thing and we're not supposed to be standing up for our own? Close to 7000 people are presumed dead in just one day of innocent killing. And I'm supposed to be singing "Give peace a chance"?

Thursday, September 20, 2001

I really, really, really don't get why people are in such mean, nasty moods lately. I swear, everyone on the street, trains, offices, etc. seem like they're embedded in a BAD ass mood. I know they're stressed and one of the symptoms of post traumatic disorder is anger, but not petty, 'You're in my way' anger. When I get my angry moments, I know its root and even then I'm not mean to people I know, let alone complete strangers. Can't people be happy that they're alive, and be angry inside, rather than making everyone else feel like shit? Or at least apologize when they slam into you on the street, rather than gripe at you? We're all in this together, right?

Wednesday, September 19, 2001

Ok, now I'm really dumbfounded by the list of 150 songs that radio stations shouldn't play in this time of tragedy. Check out The NY Times if you haven't heard about this very strange idea. Some songs I get. But "Peace Train"? "Imagine"? "What a Wonderful World"? What the hell? Yes, we need to be sensitive, but just WHAT is the matter with these songs? Frankly, I find WPLJ's eerie version of "A New York Minute", complete with sound bites of frightened people after the attacks a lot more disturbing than "On Broadway".

Tuesday, September 18, 2001

My parents' friends came over the other night while Laura T. and I were gawking at WTC pictures of us from our senior year in high school. The conversation drifted to office politics, and their friend Jim (whose wife, Pat I've known since I was born) said something very interesting. He thinks our generation apologizes too much, that we're too nice sometimes and the office predators know this. He thinks we should go into a room of people with the attitude of 'You're all assholes, and I know it.' Well said.
Today I am sad. My friend Katie is moving back to Illinois next week, the attacks on NY being a big catalyst in her wanting to go. I haven't seen her since I moved back to NJ, but she's a very nice person who will be sorely missed. At least if I visit her I'll get farther west than Kentucky. I'm also confused about the job situation. My cousin called last night, and he's been laid off since August. I can't go without health insurance for that long, but I'm REALLY hating copy editing. And I have no clue what I would want to do, otherwise.

I've been talking to the Empire State Building. No, I'm not losing it. In the morning, when I walk past it I say 'Hello, old friend. Glad to see you.' in my head. I then will it to stay standing. It doesn't answer back, but it's still there.

Monday, September 17, 2001

Today I am angry. Not with the idea of living in fear or anything like that, but with the selfish employers of New York City. When Guiliani said we needed to get start living again, I don't think he meant that employers should threaten their employees with being fired if they didn't show up for work last Friday. This happened to a friend of mine (who went to work on Thursday and thought of taking Friday off) who works in the fashion industry. All of the company got called up and told that, and when they did show up, the dude who called them left at 10 A.M. that morning, while everyone else had to hang around till 1. Gimmmee an f'ing break! In my own company, a co-worker who was too scared to come in on Thursday got a verbal bashing behind his back by the catty people who work here. I defended him as best I could since I was in no mood to be at work and wondered what the hell I was doing at a soap opera magazine with 90 bomb threats going on around me. No one should've gone back until today.

Everyone needs to 'get past this' at their own pace. I am so sick of people just assuming we should all be feeling great and rip-roaring to work just because they feel the need to move on. Did they not see what the rest of us saw? Jesus Christ. Some people have no clue.

Wednesday, September 12, 2001

I am so grateful right now. Grateful that even though I got home at 9 p.m., I am lucky to be here. That I have big blisters on my feet from walking around trip of 70 blocks from the Upper East Side to Penn. Station don't matter. Grateful that I have friends who were willing to take me in last night, and that those friends are still alive. I'm very grateful that I was walking near the Empire State Building when I heard the first plane, and not the Twin Towers. I'm grappling the fact that I actually saw a Path train bound for the World Trade Center around 8:30 yesterday while I made my way to midtown and thought 'Wow, working Downtown must be so cool'. I'm sad for all those people who were on my train yesterday who changed at Newark to take the Path down there. I hope they are all OK. I am sad and disturbed that one of my favorite pieces of the NY skyline is gone. I saw it everytime I've gone to NY to see family, or from a clear day at Sandy Hook. I saw a rainbow over it 4 years ago after a violent storm and have yet to see a cooler image. I have pictures of my high school friends and I at the top of one of the towers our senior year. I have pictures from my senior year in college during the Yankee parade, when my friends and I laid underneath it to take pictures, a man and his son next to us doing the same thing, and when the man asked his son what he thought of the north tower, the kid replied 'It's big!'

It might be overreacting, but I don't feel safe in the city anymore. I never gave it a second thought until yesterday. The idea of pickpockets never bothered me, but the idea of a sick asshole trying to take my life to prove a point makes me sick. I know we're all supposed to rally back and show them what we're made of, but frankly, they did the same thing in 1993, and I remember that. That everyone on the street froze yesterday whenever a military plane went over is beyond any emotional explanation. That my friend Hollis saw the second plane smash into the front of the building from her office (my old office, where we all used to know how bad the weather was if we couldn't see the top of the Towers), and that she is freaked by it makes me angry. That my friend Des is in Florida and is worried about flying home, and that my friend Dexter has to cancel a trip to California because of this imposed fear on us makes me pissed off. That we've all had some confidence and optimism taken away from us, and that many of us are just plain scared makes me irate. And that people had to die for this and in such a horrific way makes me ill.

None of us will ever be the same, and that's not some over-dramatic sentiment. When you realize your life may be, (and was VERY close to being) in danger, that an entire strong city is vulnerable, you can't go back.

Tuesday, September 11, 2001

I'm sitting here in complete shock as the city of New York is in utter chaos. Actually, it's a controlled chaos, so i'm a bit relieved, but when you feel safer in your office building than on the street, you know it's a bad day. I just hope i don't know anyone who was in the World Trade Center. I want to be in NJ.

Sunday, September 09, 2001

Well, the trip to Montauk made me realize something -- I pity those who are actual LI residents who take the Long Island Rail Road to and from Montauk. Their WEBS are absolutely snooty as hell!@#! On the way on Friday, Hollis and I moved to the upper deck of the train after the first Hamptons stop (there are so many, and all so snotty, their names all blend together). The car was almost empty, except for the two rich loudmouths having a conversation though sitting kind of far apart. The 53-year-old woman (from a seven sisters school) looked rich. It amazes me how you can just tell someone is wealthy, and therefore brain-dead. Anyway, she's telling this 62-year-old, badly-dressed, Princeton-educated lawyer named Harry (it was very hard NOT to hear their nauseating conversation) about her boyfriend who doesn't seem to want to marry her. Harry seemed to think she should dump the guy (read: shack up with HIM) and kept referring to his "current wife" whom he doesn't really like, except she has "flair". He also had internet access on his cellphone and wondered aloud "I don't know how people live without this". THEN, the kicker -- (aside from snooty skirts announcing "I LOVE to go to Yankee games". Gag me. She probably sits behind the dugout with a beer and thinks she's the coolest thing, then leaves in the seventh inning.) the woman tries to quietly say (which was more just below a shout) that she isn't comfortable talking to anyone who isn't "Ivy League". She seemed to think she and Harry were able to talk because they had "the same sensibilities". Hollis and I (who were sitting across from each other, and each of us still heard their entire conversation) just looked at each other in horror. We thought this stuff only existed in stereotypes. Well, Harry gets off at another forgettable Hamptons stop and Seven Sister from hell gets up from her seat and actually watches him get into his car (a pickup truck. huh?). Hollis and I had to keep from laughing from her obviousness. She then strolls over to us and asks "Do either of you have a cellphone?" which is rich-speak for "Gimmee!". We're too nice to say she can't use ours, so I (UD backpack on my lap, which must've made her start shaking in her Pradas because she was dealing with a pauper.) hand over mine, which doesn't get a signal, and neither does Hollis'. She gets all huffy and goes back to her seat. I wanted to say it was because it didn't have the internet or because we were, gasp, state-school educated!

Montauk was wonderful, and full of good-looking guys. But if they were alnything like the train shitheads, screw 'em.

The ride home was also a case of the wealthy being spoiled and never told "NO!" At one of the Hamptons stops, a man and his 6-year-old boy and 2-year-old girl get on and look to want to sit behind me (Hollis is across from me again). The 6-year-old, Joshua, starts talking like a whiny 45-year-old and says he wants to sit alone, infront of them. Well, rather than say "No, son, the world doesn't revolve around you", Rich Prick asks me if I could move! Rather than hear the whining, I move. Then I hear bits of conversation like "Look kids, those are the polo grounds." and then when Dad moved to pay some attention to Joshie, Sis gets all whiny. Brat son then whines back "Lily, I'm in the middle of a conversation with Daddy". Both kids spoke exqusite English, but were as loud and antsy as hell. Neither were disciplined by Daddy Warbucks, but he took them on a walk just before we stopped in Speonk. I could smell trouble. More people were going to get on and Joshie hadn't left stuff in his seat. So, when 2 Spanish-speaking men take his vacant seat, and the selfish family gets back, Lily says "You are sitting in my brother's seat!" and Josh starts in with the whine to win all whines about his seat getting taken. Dad actually gets some sense and tells him to sit next to the "nice lady" (Hollis), but Posh-Josh won't hear of it. Hollis finally has enough of the crocodile tears and moves, the Spanish men take her seat, and Whiny gets "his" seat back. 4 people had to move for this kid just because dad doesn't know how to say "no". If I EVER become that selfish in my life...no, I can never be. I wasn't brought up that way. The rich SUCK!!!!!
When we arrived in Bayshore, we saw a town bus in the parking lot (among people of color, which was sorely lacking from the prior 24 hours) and Hollis had the best line
"We're back in good society -- Buses! Pontiacs!" Nuff said.

Off to watch Band of Brothers now. Hope it lives up to expectations!