Wednesday, May 28, 2003

Allow me a bit of whining: t's supposed to rain all weekend *&#%$*!&~@*$)!(#^$!!!!! I can't take it. We have this horrible winter where you can't go outside much because of all the snow blocking your door, then we don't even get a spring and now it's looking like it's going to rain the entire summer. I don't think we've had an entire nice weekend since we moved into the apartment. Mother Nature better have a good excuse for this because I'm about to hunt her down and kick her ass.

Tuesday, May 27, 2003

Oprah's topic today is the high school hazing incident in Illinois. It amazes me how the blame is getting passed around here to the school for not stopping the incident. I'm sorry, but I didn't see the principals and facutly out there beating the hell out of the junior class. If it's not on school property, what exactly can they do?

Also, this just shows how bored America's youth is. Or angry. When we did powderpuff back in the day of 1994-95, the worst that would happen is one class would throw eggs at the other from the sidelines during practice, giggle and run off. No one got beaten up or slathered in feces. And I live in one a suburb with some of the most indulged kids on the planet, so I'm not sure money has anything to do with this. I don't what goes on now, and maybe I don't want to know. It's just disturbing.
So this weekend went as well as you can expect with crappy weather and the Yanks slumping. I spent a majority of it indoors, the lone outdoor activity being my dad and I taking the boat for a ride with no WEBS on the water. If there's one good thing about bad weather, that's it.

Last night, Vicki, Dexter (the ecstatic Nets fans) and I headed out to Williamsburg to dine at Melissa's. I couldn't help but get the giggles when Vicki referred to Antique Roadshow as Antique Roadhouse. Could you imagine? Patrick Swayze kicking ass amid drunk people and vintage paintings -- it would be the funniest thing on TV. Anyway, the meal was awesome and we got to go on the roof (which was kind of like escaping from prison with the alarms and running) and see the skyline and the low-flying planes. It was a nice capper to the long weekend.

Sunday, May 25, 2003

I don't know what's worse right now -- the Yankees or the weather. Maybe it goes hand in hand? Hmmmm....

Thursday, May 22, 2003

I was just dwelling a bit on what that WEB was saying the other day. It really bothered me and now I know why: Just because you have a beach house on the shore it doesn't make you any more entitled to the actual beach than those who drive down for the day. You are still a Weekend Bastard of Summer. That's what pissed me off more than anything about what this bad ass BENNY was saying. Even if you own the place but only come during the summer. It isn't your home 24/7/365. You are trekking down from places unknown, making traffic, crowding trains, annoying the hell out of the natives, just like the poor, a.k.a. middle-class, WEBS who don't own a beach house, or who don't drop $5,000 bucks to share a 3-bedroom bungalow with 15 other people. So to other WEBS who think this way, get over yourself, quickly. Because you know that rain that's coming this weekend making the holiday a washout? It's the beach gods getting back at you for being so arrogant. You have only yourselves to blame.
I had a cool NY moment yesterday when I headed downtown to get my computer's new battery. I was coming out of the Prince St. subway station, and the crowd was taking forever to exit. I hear this woman on a bullhorn and I'm thinking 'Oh, great, a nice protest to slow things down.' I got to the top and I notice people are stopping and staring at something, but I'm in a hurry to get back home to see American Idol, so I just keep going. Then I notice my way is blocked by a cameraman, the bullhorn lady and...Sarah Jessica Parker. Yes, I was being blocked from my destination by Sex and the City, not two feet from me. It was pretty cool, though. People literally stopped in their tracks to gawk and take pictures. Watch for the episode where Carrie is on the sidewalk with a clear, flowered umbrella and walking with some guy with shaggy brown hair and a brown shirt (I only saw him from behind) and she's voiceing over "We were at the point in the relationship..." or something like that.

But of course, I was missing my old computer battery which I needed to exchange for the new one. So I made the trip downtown for no reason. Ugh.

And yay Ruben! I truly thought it was going to be Clay just because he's got the screaming teenage set after him. But when they said it was Ruben, it was such a nice surprise!

Wednesday, May 21, 2003

Is there anything more frustrating than when you look at a weather forecast and rain is predicted for the ENTIRE NEXT WEEK? Sigh.

What I wouldn't give right now to win the lottery, just so I could take a year off and write. Not even a year, a few months. I'm not one of those pretentious writers who has to hole themself in a dark room, writing and re-writing until perfection is achieved. I just want to get the story sitting inside me out because I'm too tired to do it when I get home at night, and I write really sappily when I'm tired.

We get our digital cable next week. I've missed VH1 Classic and the Noggin channel so.

And I love it when people pontificate about what is and isn't the Jersey Shore when they are a WEB. To this person I refer to, LBI isn't like the Jersey Shore. Excuse me, but everyone who doesn't live on LBI year round is a WEB, and therefore it's EXACTLY like every other beach on the Jersey Shore. I went there for the first time last year, and it was as summer tourist-laden as Sandy Hook through Cape May. WEBS and their know-it-allness. Ugh.

Tuesday, May 20, 2003

I recently read two separate things where the writers lambasted Gwyenth Paltrow and Katie Holmes for being tall and having bad posture. Now, I'm not an actress, but I am tall and I do slouch more than I should. However, I think this is just something that comes naturally to tall people and they shouldn't be nagged about it. It's not like wearing a bad outfit and matching it with a horrible pair of shoes. It sometimes just cannot be helped.

I don't ever recall seeing my friends of medium and shorter heights going to posture class and for some reason I think this is because gravity isn't pulling them down as much. Or maybe you just notice a tall person slouching more simply because they're tall. Whatever.

Besides, the only people who nag about the slouching are either 1) writers whose job it is to criticize 2)your mother who has earned the right to nag or 3)those snobby people who think your outward appearance mirrors what's on the inside. If I get a hunchback from slouching, well, that's my problem now isn't it?

Monday, May 19, 2003

I hope this weekend served as a wakeup call to the Yanks that they have to get their asses in gear, especially with the Red Sox breathing down their necks.

But in contrast to the Yankees suckage of the past week, the Preakness provided me with the lone sports bright spot of the weekend, when I actually jumped up and down in my apartment, willing Funny Cide to win so there would be another chance at a Triple Crown winner. Oh, and NBC needs to get over it's too-many human interest story angles. If I had to see one more shot of jockey Jose Santos' over-dramatic son, I was going to turn off the TV. Even my own mom, who isn't a big sports fan but tunes in for the races, noted that the kid seemed to be on more than the horses.

Friday, May 16, 2003

Reason No. 6045 that New York City shouldn't have a Red Sox fan as its mayor.

It's Emmy day today, which means the craziness of the past week at the office should soon subside. And I just realized I haven't been on a vacation in two years. That's so not cool.

Monday, May 12, 2003

Hooray for Vicki, who got into Columbia grad school! I can now say I know someone in the Ivies!
I'm beginning to forget what that big yellow thing in the sky looks like. It seems to have deserted us that past week. I wonder if we did something to piss it off.

The first 40 minutes of The History of the Yankees: 1980-2002 is superb. Then they started to get into that whole 2001 World Series and I couldn't watch. Even watching the 1995 loss to Seattle stirred up some bad memories. There are some things you just can't forget, even with 4 World Series titles. in 5 years.

Friday, May 09, 2003

I'm sorry, but the health czar warning fast-food places about obesity. is just ridiculous. I was in McDonald's yesterday, and I didn't see any employees holding customers down, hooking them up to an IV of McFlurry's and shoving french fries down their throats. What's next, warning individual people about what they cook in their own homes? Will stadiums stop selling hot dogs (god forbid) and junkfood? Food censoring is the new hip thing, and it's getting on my nerves.

It's time everyone started taking responsibility for their actions. Is there anyone who doesn't know by now that fast-food isn't the healthiest thing in the world and should be eaten in moderation? I just don't see why we need to finger point and waste money on such a stupid issue as this.

In lighter news, Vicki and I saw Bend it Like Beckham last night, and it was great. When it's out on video, and you're making the decision between it or some bland, slapped together chick flick (like most of them have been recently. Where are the Dirty Dancings, Ghosts and Steel Magnolias of days gone by?), pick Bend It. It's absolutely delightful and doesn't lower your IQ any by watching it.
So, apparently, I reached adulthood two weeks ago. According to this survey, 26 is when people are considered "grown up." I find the following stats fascinating:

The poll found the following ages at which people expect the transitions to grown-up status to be completed: Age 20.9 self-supporting; 21.1 no longer living with parents; 21.2 full-time job; 22.3 education complete; 24.5 being able to support a family financially; 25.7 married; and 26.2 having a child.

Dude, how does someone have a full time job before completing their education?? And I'd like to meet the 24-year-old who can support a family. Unless you're making megabucks out of college, how does this happen? Especially in the NYC area, where rent/mortgage will suck you dry, leaving no food on the table for you, your spouse and children.

I guess I have some major growing up to do to catch up to my peers...

Thursday, May 08, 2003

Don't you hate when you're having a great dream and then your neighborly Sasquatch practically tapdances across his floor and wakes you up? Yeah, me too.

Wednesday, May 07, 2003

I may not be a card-carrying member of Mensa, but I swear to god I am surrounded by idiots.
I don't know what it is, but I totally can't stand loud people anymore. It takes everything in me to not scream SHUT THE HELL UP at people on the train, on cell phones, in the office, etc. when they start having conversations you could hear all the way in Canada. It makes me think people are either just completely un-self aware or just obnoxious. Argh.

Oh, Dexter has the quote of the week. Last night, he, Vicki and I were flipping through People's 50 Most Beautiful (a list that is getting so predictable it isn't even exciting anymore), and in the back of the issue is a very unflattering photo of Amanda Peet. Her face looks really square and she's sporting some really awful bangs. So, to quote Dexter: "That can't be Amanda Peet. Pete Rose, maybe."

Monday, May 05, 2003

Nancy Sinatra! Fried Oreoes! Lots of shuffling feet that can't walk for all the baby strollers! It can all mean only one thing -- the spring Hoboken street fair! And Dexter made note of the yuppie/puppy trend. It seems that at every street fair, all these people come out walking dogs. This year, it was puppies. It's like people know the street fair is coming so they buy a puppy to show it off for one day. I feel bad for the poor canines because with all the people milling about, it's so easy to get squashed under foot.

Nancy came out around 5 and the crowd that went to see her was about as random as the songs she was singing (from hardish rock, to countryish, to 1950sish), with the young people (like Dexter, Melissa and myself), the elderly (the old women watching from their windows) and the drunk Italian women (the short woman who kept shouting "DO 'BOOTS'! DO 'BOOTS'!", only to leave 4 songs in. I mean, has this woman ever heard of a set list?) Unfortunately, I didn't get to stick around to see her DO "BOOTS"! But it was all kind of surreal.

And as I said to Dexter, if the Pope came to Hoboken, the younger set would use it as an excuse to drink. It seems that anything that happens in Ho warrants a few beers and cocktails. Even street fairs that have tons of food and (non-alcoholic) drinks on the street draw the masses to the Washington Street bars. I can see it now: "Pope? PAR-TAY!"

Oh, and the Kentucky Derby dinner party went well, despite my horse not winning. We even did some impromptu karaoke. And I still have 10 bottles of Rolling Rock (ponies, Derby, get it?) ripe for the picking. Leftover alcohol? PAR-TAY!

Friday, May 02, 2003

Tomorrow is Derby Day! And I am going with Scrimshaw, who currently has 15-1 odds. I'm also cooking a grand feast for the Hoboken crew. It might not be the roast chicken I was planning on (too hard to time since the chicken i bought doesn't have a pop-up thingy) but I'll come up with something. And for dessert: chocolate peanut-butter mud pie. My stomach is growling as we speak.

And I've been in a writing frenzy. My first chapter is due in class on Tuesday, yet I made time to watch the first two episodes of Dawson's Creek (another b-day gift from Dexter and Vicki) last night and I have to say, sooooooooooo much better than the teen stuff they've got on now (and that includes current Creek). Anywho, I'm in teen writing mode right now, so please excuse the semi-blahness of this entry. My creative brain is elsewhere at the moment.