Monday, September 30, 2002

Playoffs tomorrow, playoffs tomorrow!!! Must find something to bake...fried Oreos perhaps? We had some at the Hoboken street fair yesterday -- Dexter, Vicki and I were in our powdered-sugar, death-inducing cholesterol glory.

Thank god! Charles Grodin understands what a pain in the ass loud cell phone people are!
"I went over to get some work done on my car the other day. They told me it would take about a half an hour, so I went to read the paper in the little waiting area.

There was a woman sitting at one of the tables, and she was on her cell phone.

"No!,” she said in a voice you might use if you're alone in a big house. "If I'm going to be late for work by five minutes, I don't bother to call, because I'll be there before you know it. Uh huh. Uh huh. Yeah! I don't like him either. No he's a real jerk."

And on and on, and when she finished that call, it only took her a minute before she was on to the next. "Hi! It's me!"

I considered my options. I thought about taking out my own phone and launching into a fake conversation. Give her a taste of her own medicine.

"Hey! How ya doin?! I'm in the waiting room while they're working on my car. It's the thermostat that controls how the heater works. Yeah. It's not working the way it should, so you don't get the right amount of heat and it hurts your fuel efficiency. Don't get the miles on the gallon you should. Uh huh. Uh huh."

What is it with these people who talk on the phone as though they're alone - when they're in a public place?

If they have to be on the phone in public, they don't seem to even consider trying it this way: “Hi! I'm on a train, so I can't really talk,” they should whisper. “Just make sure I didn't leave the oven on."

But no! More likely, it's "So what else?"

The only solace I take from all of this is at least at some point, I get off the train, and don't have to live with them.

Since technology presents us with more opportunities, some people feel they should take advantage of them, no matter where they are. "

Friday, September 27, 2002

Time for the Friday Five:
1. What are your favorite ways to relax and unwind?
I've never thought about it. I guess being away from work is relaxing enough.
2. What do you do the moment you get home from work/school/errands?
Go to the bathroom. That train ride is long!
3. What are your favorite aromatherapeutic smells?
A good meal cooking in the kitchen.
4. Do you feel more relaxed with a group of friends or hanging out by yourself?
There's no difference, as long as I'm with people I want to be hanging with or if I have something to do by myself.
5. What is something that you feel is relaxing but most people don't?
A brisk walk -- that is the one good thing about working a bit away from Penn Station -- I can burn off my stress just by walking fast. It worked at college, too.
There is something I will never understand as a sports fan. Perhaps it is because I'm female and don't have the boasting/let-me-rip-your-team gene in me, but what is the necessity of bashing someone's favorite team to their face? It's the weirdest thing -- you tell guys your a sports fan, and the minute they realize you won't touch their sleazy ass with a ten foot pole, they will be caustic and rude about your beloved team. Now, this is only a select few (there have been plenty I would touch with a ten-foot pole or shorter -- they were usually the ones who keep their mouths shut about the Yankees. Especially if they're cute.) who have done this, and I think these guys have psychological problems anyway, but grow up! When someone picks on the Yankees, it doesn't bother me that they're picking on the Yankees (everyone is entitled to an opinion. Most of the time) -- it's that you can see they're doing it to try to hurt your feelings. Do they really think this is going to make them endearing? Do they really think you can't see through them? Do they really think you'll start crying and they will have to comfort you? I sometimes wonder...

I have learned the great lesson of sports karma. Never stoop to these asshole's levels unless you want to see something bad happen to your team. Always stand by your favorite team, but acknowledge when they've done something wrong (like when one of your star freakish pitchers decides to throw a broken bat -- even if you will swear to the prickish fans that he was only trying to protect Tino Martinez from a jagged-bad wielding Mike Piazza running up the first baseline.) And for those prickish fans, keep in mind that they are just bitter and deserve pity. But if they get to be too much, never be afraid to bust out a six-pack of whoop ass and let them have it. Not physically, but with some demoralizing sports memory from their team's past. I've gotten to be a master at this, and that's because I can tell when the prickish ones are insecure about their team's past. Does this make me evil? Nah. Just smarter than some of my testosterone-addled sports fan brethren.

Wednesday, September 25, 2002

I have been at this job for two whole years today. How in God's name I have kept my sanity this long is beyond me.

Poor Alfonso Soriano -- the man had a strikeout problem before this whole nearing 40 homers thing happened. Now, he's pressing even more, swinging at pitches so far off the plate they're practically in another borough. I hope he gets to 40 -- it would show all those nay sayers (one friend even scoffed at the notion of him going 30-30 this year) that the kid really can play. And yes, I can call him kid. He's one of the first Yankees to be younger than me. Sigh.

Tuesday, September 24, 2002

This is why I hate being a copy editor -- if I miss something, I feel like a god damn idiot for the rest of the week. Note to self -- Yo-Yo Ma plays the cello, not the violin. In copyediting, you're damned from all angles. If you catch everything and a story is clean, no one will know you did your job or they'll think you're not needed. But if one thing gets through, no matter how much else you catch, you get in trouble. Rightfully so, but it's the only kind of recognition you get.

I'm having a bad day. Can't you tell?

Monday, September 23, 2002

Have you ever been in the bathroom when suddenly you hear someone in another stall using an amount of toilet paper that is WAY more than necessary? Like you could make a dress with what they are using? No wonder the rain forests are being depleted...
Do you think NBC knew it was going to run away with almost all the major awards in the Emmys last night? Geez, I wish the West Wing would just go away already. Even people I know who are fans of the show say it sucked last season. And though Friends had some inspired episodes for like the first time in five seasons last year, I'm not sure it diserved best comedy. They're getting too old to be that whiny. Whatever. At least Band of Brothers won best mini-series.

The new NJ Transit Concourse opens at Penn Station today. They say it's supposed to ease congestion and stuff. That remains to be seen.

Friday, September 20, 2002

I'm going to start answering the Friday Five:
1. Would you say that you're good at keeping in touch with people?
Yes, but only with people I care about.
2. Which communication method do you usually prefer/use: e-mail, telephone, snail mail, blog comments, or meeting in person? Why?
I use e-mail a lot bc I'm in front of a computer all the time. I like the phone when I'm home, but at work it's hard because you always get interrupted while talking to someone.
3. Do you have an instant messenger program? How many? Why/why not? How often do you use it?
I have freaking AOL IM and I HATE it. If I want to talk to you, I will call you. When I'm online, I'm usually downloading music or doing research and I get interrupted by people I don't want to talk to. I'm not there to "chat". So I've learned to ignore it. If it's urgent, they'll call. Very only-child of me, I know...
4. Do most of your close friends live nearby or far away?
Well, I have one close friend in Pa., but everyone else is pretty much nearby. Most of them will really be nearby once the move occurs! Luckily, no one has up and moved to California or something.
5. Are you an "out of sight, out of mind" person, or do you believe that "distance makes the heart grow fonder"?
That depends -- if it's love and we've just broken up, definitely out of sight. It's easier to not see him just to get over him. I don't buy distance making the heart grow fonder. It's more frustrating than anything, and if I'm in love with the guy, I'll want to see him and not have to be sad about saying goodbye. But if it's friendship we're talking about, than neither -- I think about my far away friends just as much as if they were here.

Wednesday, September 18, 2002

So, I'm watching Real World last night and feeling bad for nice guy Frank when it seems his soon-to-be-girfriend Trishelle starts making out with Steve, who had been trying to push Frank toward her the whole episode. Steve, being on the Real World and therefore the token male slut, sees no problem with making out with his new friend's object of desire. When the two hornballs start apologizing to Frank, they decide to go at it again, right over Frank. It seemed really, really cruel and thoughtless. But now I've changed my mind -- Frank and Trishelle had barely known each other 48 hours and he was acting like she was his soul mate. He kept going on and on about how attractive she was, but there seemed to be little in the 'let's get to know each other or be friends first' department. In other words, the only bond here was attraction, and did he really expect something to come of something so shallow? It was wrong for Steve and Trishelle to be so flippant about his feelings, but in a way, at least they didn't play up their chemistry like they could be married with three kids in a few years. The lesson in all this -- don't mistake attraction for love.

Have I told you lately how much I hate NJ Transit?

Tuesday, September 17, 2002

I've had a dream twice this week about dating the only good thing to come out of Coyote Ugly, Adam Garcia. I'm not going to argue with my subconcious about that one!

Maybe The Chicken will have to step in to help mediate the bad vibes between Orlando Hernandez and Jorge Posada. Then again, he doesn't speak Spanish. My dad suggested that I make an 'El Duque and Jorge make peace flan', but I don't want to jinx the post season...

Monday, September 16, 2002

As I was telling my co-workers, the great thing about the Sopranos is that if any of the characters (like Tony who is so not remorseful, Ralph who needs to be humbled or Christopher, who's just an ass) gets whacked, there's actually some gratification in it, not sadness like on shows where the characters are redeemable. I'd love to see all the spoiled families (especially Meadow and AJ) be poor for a while and the not-so-ignorant hangers on (Carmela and Adrainna) have to get jobs. You would think that's what they're setting up for the final season -- everyone will get what they deserve. In fact, the only character I think deserves anything good to happen to them is Dr. Melfi, but I worry something bad is going to happen to her (again. Maybe this time they won't sweep it under the rug). And they say this show isn't a soap...

Wednesday, September 11, 2002

CNN has an online poll about making Sept. 11 a national holiday. 58 percent say no. Now, maybe before today I would have agreed with this, but after almost bursting into tears three times thus far, and feeling superiorly annoyed that some pod people co-workers are being so nonchalant (when our work seems so unimportant in the grand scheme of things), I really wish we had the day off to reflect. Maybe years and years from now, kids will just see it as a day off from school, but right now the sadness of the day isn't making most of us productive. And how are we supposed to have a day of 'remembrence' if we're locked in our cubicles? "Hey, sorry to see you crying over the memorials, but can you get this out by 1?" Ugh.

Tuesday, September 10, 2002

OK, I'm going to say this and not feel guilty because I'm sick of people from other countries, even other states saying New Yorkers have to get over 9/11: Yes, other countries have been attacked, yes there are always going to be people who hate America and yes, we know we aren't the only hated country. But shut up. Seriously. I am so tired of people saying 'Americans asked for this because they vote in a democracy' or 'Maybe now Americans will start paying attention to foreign policy' or 'I'm sick of hearing New Yorkers whine about this' (a la Charlotte Church). Tonya got told by a Midwestern relative that she 'shouldn't be afraid' because of the upped security alert. Here's a newsflash for the rest of the world: YOU WEREN'T HERE THAT DAY. Unless you live in a war-torn country like Israel or lived through the London Blitz and World Wars, you must shut your insensitive yap. You have no idea what fear goes through your head when you wonder how many people you knew perished in front of your eyes while watching TV (luckily, I knew no one, but I was fortunate). Unless you live in a big city, you don't know how we all have to rush through train stations for fear of chemical bombing and reroute ourselves away from national monuments when these alerts go into effect. You didn't breathe in that thick smoke that burned the back of your throat for weeks after the attack. You are not reminded every day of the lives lost because you don't walk past their pictures hanging on random walls on your walk to work. I don't want to live through a day like that ever again, but apparently I'm not allowed to have any feelings for the events of that morning and the days following. Sure, the coverage is a bit much, but don't you dare take anything away from the people who went through the horrors of Sept. 11, and don't you dare tell them to stop 'whining'.
I don't want to knock all people from the NY metro area, but there are some people who have never left Long Island, Manhattan and Westchester and they are so freaking ignorant geography-wise. When you tell them you are moving to Hoboken or Jersey City, they look at you like you're nuts "But isn't that far?" HELLO!!! it takes just as long to get from the 'Boken to Manhattan as it does from parts of Brooklyn, Queens, etc. Sooooooo many people think NJ is just suburban hell and the only time you go there is if you've been exiled or married. People actually get turned down for jobs because some Westchester-resident geography-challenged boss thinks that Nutley is too far away, but Croton Harmon isn't.

In other news, it's really crappy to be the most scared you've been since Sept.11 because of all the alerts that have been issued, yet we're supposed to act like nothing happened and "go about our business."
With all the talk of the 'Widows of 9/11', I thought I was angry about the fact that they were only focusing on the men with families who died. Then, CBS This Morning said they were going to meet with three husbands who lost their wives, and how they are raising their families without them. I was equally bothered. Now I know why -- how come we have to label everyone who died? Is someone married with kids worth more than a single parent? Is it more important to be widowed rather than parents who lost children? Do the immigrant workers who died working to send their families here even register on the map? I think the whole idea of nearly 3000 people dying for just showing up to work that day is sick in itself. They all had their lives stolen and I'm hoping that's what gets remembered in all this. That way, years from now, kids won't be thinking it was only "Mommies" or "Firefighters" who died, but people, plain and simple.

Monday, September 09, 2002

Good sex + feeling the need to criticize your partner at every given moment = Love. Thanks to Charlotte from Sex and the City for pointing this out to us. Oh, puh-lease. Where is the show I used to know and love? While there were some good scenes last night, it felt like they're setting up next season for at least three of them to get married. Again, Oh, puh-lease.
The New York Times really has to get their facts straight. They've been following Middletown since Sept. 11 and this is how they choose to describe my town:
"This centerless hodgepodge of look-alike ranches and waterfront estates...."
Fact -- there are waterfront estates, but the people who live there don't use anything that has to do with the town (schools, transportation, etc.) That section of town is so small in comparison to the rest of the area.
Fact -- my house is a capecod. Not a ranch. There are poor sections of town, there are rich sections of town (the look alike ranches seems like some kind of strange picture the times is trying to paint), there are houses from the Revolutionary War. Had the Times decided to check out the whole area, they would have realized this.
I'm so sick of all this Middletown-being-a-small-community coverage. Not one report I have seen has described anything similar to the place I grew up.

Friday, September 06, 2002

I'm wondering why it took so long for Sam Adams to pull their recent ad depicting people hiding their beer when the cops come because of a noise violation. The first time I saw the commercial, I thought "Damn, we did that in college because we were...underage". Now, I'm not against drinking, but the commercial left me with a weird feeling, like they were just trying to look cool to a young crowd. Or maybe it's because they were ripping off from everyone's college experience...



Thursday, September 05, 2002

I don't know about you, but when I think of the NFL, I think of crashing helmets, colliding grunting dudes, freezing temperatures and...Times Square. Can someone please explain why they are 'kicking off' the season in the middle of New York City where nary a football field can be found? Let's review -- the Jets and Giants play a few MILES away in New Jersey. No NY sports team plays in Times Square. And since when does the NFL, one of the highest rated sports, need a gimmick to start the season? A concert with Bon Jovi is fine to kick off the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame inductions, but football? I'm wondering if Fox and Jon's record label are somehow connected...

And let's hope American Idol starts a new trend in teen music -- young people who can actually sing making it big. Finally, someone getting rewarded for having a naturally great voice! I liked how the show incorporated music from every generation besides the contempo mall rat music (which I do like, but not in the same song every-three-hour doses that Z-100 plays), even though there were probably some 12-year-olds going 'Who's Aretha Franklin and what is this crap they're singing?'

Wednesday, September 04, 2002

Right now, Oprah and her expert panelist are saying that it's the media's fault that children lose their innocence at such a young age. Um, I'm waiting for the part where someone says 'Where the hell are their parents if the kids are up past 10 p.m. watching South Park and Jackass?'

Tuesday, September 03, 2002

Allow me to reaveal my new secret obsession -- Degrassi, the Next Generation. Now, you're probably saying 1)I didn't even know this show exists or 2)Why would a 25-year-old be watching a show for preteens? Well, numero uno, it's only on the Noggin channel which I'm going to miss sorely when I move (along with all the other cool stuff you get with digital cable. Why isn't this more widespread?) and two, it's so well done, just like it's predacessor. I loved the original Degrassi because it had real-looking kids from average income families dealing with issues that only Canadians seem brave enough to talk about via television. Sure, 90210 had it's "real" moments, but they were quickly solved by the end of the episode and had no lasting effects. On Degrassi, we saw the ramifications of teen pregnancy and abortion, drug overdoses, eating disorders, you name it, one of the kids was going through it. While it hasn't gotten that serious yet on the new show, it does a great job of portraying the sweetness and stupidness of middle school, without trying to be all Britney-like or making the kids act more mature/world-weary than they are (see Dylan on 90210 ). I only wish PBS would pick up this series, too, so more kids could be exposed to it.