4/27/2004 10:33:00 PM|W|P|Erinna|W|P|erin-go-blog seeks wealthy benefactor
Or several not-so-wealthy benefactors. Call this the send erin-go-blog to Ireland with Jackdaw campaign!
For as little as $0.27 per day, you can send a poor, semi-employed lover of brick-throwing Celtic rock to the lovely emerald isle. (c'mon, her freaking NAME means Ireland!)
No? Okay then...I'm off to buy a lottery ticket. ;)|W|P|108312319656803425|W|P||W|Pemail@example.com/27/2004 09:57:00 PM|W|P|Erinna|W|P|So much to blog...
so little time...
And so here is the abridged erin-go-blog. Thanks for your patience, blog friends. :)
The move is complete, but for some cleaning at the old place. And a whole lot of unpacking. And more cleaning. Sigh. I hope to not move again until I have a house and/or a husband. Many thanks to Tim and Dayna and to mom and dad for all your help!
Between the move and the bleeping phone company (which I will call "Werizon"), I haven't had internet access since Friday. If you're reading this, it means I've made my way back online. If I had a normal computer at work, I could have been keeping up, but I've been cursed with the oldest, slowest mac in the Diocese of Buffalo. Bleah.
In job news, been playing phone tag with a guy on the hiring committee at West Seneca West Senior High who apparently wants to interview me. Hurrah! Let's hope this is a good sign.
Can I just say that, while I hate moving, I *heart* cable. Oh, Jon Stewart, how I missed you.
The apartment is good...there are a lot of small annoyances. For example, the bathroom floor sinks. And when I say "sinks," what I mean is "plunges into a deep abyss." The flusher on our toilet was broken, but that's been fixed.
On the dating front...hmm...been in touch w/John regularly, but haven't actually seen him. Am afraid that my friend Mike (whom I have not blogged about previously) wants to cross over into "more than friend" territory, and am not sure how I feel about that. I need to spend some time calling in the one. ;) Am contemplating the possibility of a date with a certain former landlord of my roommie. Am also contemplating the unattainable crush I seem to have on a certain musician. Sigh. Damn musicians. ;)
Advice is always welcome...
|W|P|108312107219509530|W|P||W|Pfirstname.lastname@example.org/20/2004 10:08:00 PM|W|P|Erinna|W|P|If that's movin' up, then Iiiiiiiiiiiii'm movin' out.
Yep, folks. The big move takes place this weekend. Ack! so unprepared. But little by little, I'm packing. I need more boxes. Or less stuff. Books. I honestly sometimes can't believe the amount of books I own. And I'm pretty sure there are still some lurking around my parents' attic.
So, if I'm not visible much this week, you know why. :) I'll be sending out a mass email w/new info soon.
Work situation is ok...I'm making peace with it, and making plans for what comes next. I have moments of panic, where I hope that deciding to stay in Buffalo was the right thing to do. Maybe that's part of my problem--thinking there's a "right" or "wrong" answer. There's just what is, and I need to do whatever I have to do. I'll be all right. Just need to keep the faith.
In case anyone cares, holy crap did Alias rock this week! My spydaddy was awesome. Speaking of, how big of a dork would I be if I wore this shirt:
Victor Garber, you rock my world. Hee! :)|W|P|108251692595066052|W|P||W|Pemail@example.com/16/2004 11:31:00 AM|W|P|Erinna|W|P|Most definitely not lovin' it...
So Jen and I stopped at McD's the other night for a quick dinner. Jen was confused, because this is not usually my fast food of choice. But I was craving a Chicken Caesar salad. We went in, and there was no one at the counter. The young man, who was wearing a headset, came over to help us but Jen wasn't quite ready. When she had decided, sheindicated that she was ready. The young man said "I'll be right with you."
I didn't realize this at the time, but the young man was NOT helping a drive-thru customer. He was filling the soft drink lids. Ok, whatever. Jen orders. I say "I'd like the grilled chicken Caesar."
He looks slightly confused, then says "You want a salad?"
"What kind? You want the bacon ranch, or..."
"The grilled chicken Caesar." I interrupt.
Hoo, boy. I realize you don't need to be a rocket scientist to work at McDonald's, but even so...
Sweet Northern Comfort?
I was driving in my car, listening to the radio, and stopped on WYRK--Buffalo's country station. The song "Sweet Southern Comfort" was playing. I kind of enjoy it, even though it IS about the south. It has a catchy little melody, and I often sing along.
Anyway, you know how when performers are doing a concert, they'll often substitute the name of the town they're playing in? Or the name of a sports team or somesuch? The crowd gets all fired up, everybody screams, etc.
Well, I've noticed (only on WYRK, mind you...) that I frequently hear these edits made INTO songs on the radio. Mildly annoying.
So in this particular song, there is a line something about Alabama, roll Tide roll. It was edited to say:
"In Buffalo, the fans all know it's go Bills go."
Wha? I'm sorry, when did Buffalo become part of the south? The name of the song is Sweet SOUTHERN Comfort. How annoying is that? Argh.
|W|P|108213311116329692|W|P||W|Pfirstname.lastname@example.org/13/2004 08:31:00 PM|W|P|Erinna|W|P|We are beautiful, no matter what they say...
Sorry guys, don't take it personally...but Lord do men piss me off royally sometimes.
Last week, driving in the car, I paused while scanning through the stations to hear those yahoos Don and Mike talking about American Idol. It was mildly entertaining, and I laughed a few times. Then they started talking about The Swan. One of them had watched it, the other had not. One of them suggested that a better show would be to do the reverse...to make really beautiful women make themselves as ugly as possible. Only without the plastic surgery and stuff. "Kind of like Renee Zellweger did for that Bridget Jones movie," he said. "Except they'd have to take it a lot further..."
are you ready for this? get ready. my outrage is hardly containable.
"Because she was still kinda pretty. EVEN FAT."
At this, erin-go-blog abruptly turned the station. Because really, what we need in this country is more idiots perpetuating the unrealistic, largely unattainable, twisted ideal that anorexic equals beautiful.
Never, ever in a million years would I have ever used the word "fat" to describe how Renee Zellweger looks with an extra 20 pounds. (Because really, she's all of, what, 130? Maybe? With the extra weight on...) In what universe is that FAT?
What our society does to women's self-image is deplorable. Work in a middle or high school. Listen to stick-thin teenage girls tell you that they're fat. It's disgusting...but how can you really blame them? Everywhere we look, we're bombarded with images that tell us that only tall, leggy, bony women are beautiful. The Victoria's Secret catalog shows us pictures of concave stomachs and boyish hips. Over the years, we watched Rachel and Monica look increasingly frail. Drew Barrymore and Kate Winslet are referred to as "larger" actresses. I'm all for being healthy, being in good physical shape, but for God's sake, that doesn't mean sickly. Dammit, women have CURVES.
And that is all I have to say about that. ;)|W|P|108190626228070144|W|P||W|Pemail@example.com/10/2004 10:06:00 AM|W|P|Erinna|W|P|New Links
Please note the new links to the right hand side of your screen...I've added both Dave Barry's webpage and his blog. (I LOVE Dave Barry. He has the coolest job on the planet.)
Say hello to new blog friend Curtis (Singing Loudly), and to my friend Brian (husband of my friend Rachel). Rach and Brian, congrats on the new house!|W|P|108160957683343086|W|P||W|Pfirstname.lastname@example.org/08/2004 11:07:00 PM|W|P|Erinna|W|P|Do you own your blog....or does it own you?
My weblog owns 18.75 % of me.
Does your weblog own you?
(courtesy of all things jen)|W|P|108148366414411897|W|P||W|Pemail@example.com/08/2004 09:43:00 AM|W|P|Erinna|W|P|Long time no blog
Sorry 'bout that, blog fans. The life of erin-go-blog has been a wee bit hectic this week. I started my new Catholic reporting job...which is fine, but for the $. (It's actually less than I thought it was going to be. A mistake was made. Sigh.) And I'm still doing the Huntington Learning Center tutoring thing. I should be fine, once I get adjusted to some kind of normal schedule.
I was surprised to learn that there is a stylebook (much like the AP Style Manual) specifically for Catholic reporting. Most of what's in it has to do with titles, terms, etc....but then there are those annoying bits of Catholic doctrine. Anyway, I had no idea there was a need for such a thing. It's about as thick as the AP manual, too.
If you've been keeping up with all things jen, you know that we found an apartment. Yay! This is exciting, and I think it's going to be a good thing. However, it does mean moving at the end of the month. (boo!)
Why TV execs are stupid
Wonderfalls cancelled? Already? Sigh. So I'm a network executive at Fox. I pick up this great quirky little show for 13 episodes. What to do with it? Hmmm...I know, I'll put it on Friday nights. In the kiss of death slot. After two episodes (which have been well received by critics), I decide to move it. But where to move it? Ooh! I know. I'll move it to Thursday nights opposite the wildly popular CSI AND The Apprentice.
Really, what is this all about? Why, oh why, do you murder a show in its sleep before even giving it a chance? It makes a viewer wary of even watching a new show, for fear that it won't survive. What do we have to do to keep good shows on the air? Make sacrifices to the Nielsen gods?
And while I'm at it, it appears that TV execs aren't the only stupid ones. The viewing public is also stupid. Really, why are there so many craptastic reality shows on the air? (Fear Factor, Joe Millionaire, American Idol, Who Wants to Marry My Best Friend's Millionaire Midget Cousin, etc.) Because PEOPLE WATCH THEM. Gah. Honestly, I'm not sure how ANY good shows survive in this environment.
And now, I'm going to lament the loss of Sports Night. Again. Some more. Somehow, it was on for two seasons, even thought the network had no faith that it would find an audience and messed with it to the point that the people who DID want to watch couldn't remember when it was on. Let's hope that Fox doesn't mess up Arrested Development, too.
Okay, rant over. :)|W|P|108143539228801207|W|P||W|Pfirstname.lastname@example.org/04/2004 04:17:00 PM|W|P|Erinna|W|P|Things that tweaked me while driving in my car the other day:
1. People who honk at me for not moving the very instant the light turns green.
2. People who buy little cheap-ass cars like Neons or Cavaliers or Escorts and get them all souped up and tricked out. You know, tinted windows. Spoilers. Crazy chrome mufflers. Those big decals that boldly proclaim the make of the car (CHEVROLET!)
What is that?
3. That Christian pop song that is on the mainstream pop stations. I can only imagine.... Blech. It's not even a good Christain pop song.
Things that tweaked me in general, though not in my car:
1. An IM from...Anthony. Ack! Flee! Flee! He says hello, informs me that he's back in town, asks how I'm doing, then abrubtly says "well, I have to go get ready for a date."
Am I supposed to care? And what can I say at this point...Oh yeah? Well, me too!
2. The super dramatic NBC promo guy. You know the one I'm talking about.
Y'know, I thought there was more...
This is kind of old, but I never got around to posting it. While in my car, on my way to meet John for our second date, the radio tried to make me want to kill myself. Obviously, it didn't succeed. ;)
As I searched the stations for a song that didn't suck, this is what I found:
something by Rush (assboy was a huge Rush fan)
Jeremy (and you remember that story, right? Jeremy spoke in class today?)
Don't Speak (Gwen Sefani's pitiful brokenhearted lament)
In Too Deep
How Do I Live?
Why, radio, why? Why must you taunt me so? But I think that the important thing here is that the universe did not succeed in bringing me down. It just got on my nerves a little. :)
|W|P|108111347556377647|W|P||W|Pemail@example.com/03/2004 12:25:00 AM|W|P|Erinna|W|P|You go, girl
Gay student settles lesbian Barbie case
No, I'm usually not a big fan of litigation, but the district deserves to pay out for suspending this girl. Stupid. In my school, you could get sent home for wearing a shirt that advertised, say, beer. But still, sent home. To change. Not suspended. And I don't see where "Barbie is a lesbian" is so offensive. It's funny. Get a sense of humor. And for God's sake, don't suspend the girl. You're just begging for a lawsuit.|W|P|108096995042177220|W|P||W|Pfirstname.lastname@example.org/02/2004 11:47:00 PM|W|P|Erinna|W|P|Theryn, you made the News!
Scajaquada Creek now home to beaver
I don't think this article meant to be funny. And somehow....
It also managed to contain the worst. sentence. ever. See for yourself:
Unlike Scajaquada Jack, the alligator someone left in the creek in summer 2001, who led animal control officers on a weeklong, well-publicized hunt before his capture, beavers are a native species here, once plentiful before their value as hats made them scarce.
I thought perhaps the story was an April Fool's Day joke. But I'm thinking not. |W|P|108096767319792449|W|P||W|Pemail@example.com