Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Since I don't Have a Window
Its time to vote folks:
Since I don't have a window in my new office (I like to call the cave), I would like you all to vote for the creation you would like to see on my wall as my new fake window. You can only vote once I am afraid.
Enjoy!
so long summer....
Wahoo... I am back, I know how you all missed me so. Good news, more blogs, bad news more blogs. I have a new job, with a new office, with a new door, which means............... I can close people out! So if you like it or not, doesn't matter because I will be writing more!
On to the good stuff:
This weekend was the cross town series in Chicago. For those of you not from Chicago and can't seem to infer the meaning from above, the cross town series means the Cubs vs. the Socks. The Cubs won :). This year it was held in our hood at Wrigley Field. Making my neighborhood a prime location for people watching.
On Saturday night we went to the infamous Cubby Bear, a favorite post game hangout. My favorite cover band of all time Wedding Banned was playing there and I wasn't about to let a couple of hoodlums and yuppies scare me away. And despite what both teams fans say, socks fans are straight up hoodlums and cubs fans are straight up yuppies, neither wins in my mind. As we looked around the room waiting for the band to appear. We watched as two socks fans decked out in their sideways hates with all the tags still on (don't get it) did a little head bob to Eminem. All the yuppies around them looked in disgust. Soon after some Kelly Clarkson tune came on and sure enough the yuppie girls were screaming and jumping while one of the sox's buddies imitated shooting himself in the head with his fingers. The night was going to get interesting.
And it did, Wedding Banned appeared on stage, (check to see if they are coming to your town because they are amazing), and rocked a great set. By the end of it, the sox boys and the cubby's girls were making out, now how is that for a cross town peace treaty.
Ok off to work, I leave for LA in less the 24 hours so I better get cooking.
On to the good stuff:
This weekend was the cross town series in Chicago. For those of you not from Chicago and can't seem to infer the meaning from above, the cross town series means the Cubs vs. the Socks. The Cubs won :). This year it was held in our hood at Wrigley Field. Making my neighborhood a prime location for people watching.
On Saturday night we went to the infamous Cubby Bear, a favorite post game hangout. My favorite cover band of all time Wedding Banned was playing there and I wasn't about to let a couple of hoodlums and yuppies scare me away. And despite what both teams fans say, socks fans are straight up hoodlums and cubs fans are straight up yuppies, neither wins in my mind. As we looked around the room waiting for the band to appear. We watched as two socks fans decked out in their sideways hates with all the tags still on (don't get it) did a little head bob to Eminem. All the yuppies around them looked in disgust. Soon after some Kelly Clarkson tune came on and sure enough the yuppie girls were screaming and jumping while one of the sox's buddies imitated shooting himself in the head with his fingers. The night was going to get interesting.
And it did, Wedding Banned appeared on stage, (check to see if they are coming to your town because they are amazing), and rocked a great set. By the end of it, the sox boys and the cubby's girls were making out, now how is that for a cross town peace treaty.
Ok off to work, I leave for LA in less the 24 hours so I better get cooking.
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Bad News Bears
So once again its been awhile. With good excuse this time. I got a new job! No more Evil wench who like voldemort shall go unnamed. Wow I will try to keep the dork references to a minimum from now on.
First off Kickball:
yes kickball folks, I am the proud captain of Jorts optional. An homage to Jean Shorts and all things denim. Jean Shoes, hats, fanny packs, you got jean we got jean, now if only we had Jeanie on the team. Wow what kind of Dr. Seuss crap was that. Anywho, Jorts for short is by far the first team in the league, mostly my fault. We are hung over, unorganized, lacking a uniform, our pitcher and most of the outfield chain smokes, and we don't believe in running. We are also philosophically opposed (as teammate Scott would say) to acting or communicating like a team. On the up side, we have a damn good time losing! Just call us the Bad News Bears.
Up Next:
my new job: lots of travel + lots of airport people watching= hilarity will ensue
Last but not least:
http://www.eagleforum.org/misc/descript.html (huh?) yeah that's what I said too, if anyone cares to possibly understand this mixed up platform please explain. Scott I know you will be all over it.
P.S.: Never give your real phone number and fake name to the same person, it doesn't work out well. damn you alter-ego Jen, damn you.... More to come soon.
First off Kickball:
yes kickball folks, I am the proud captain of Jorts optional. An homage to Jean Shorts and all things denim. Jean Shoes, hats, fanny packs, you got jean we got jean, now if only we had Jeanie on the team. Wow what kind of Dr. Seuss crap was that. Anywho, Jorts for short is by far the first team in the league, mostly my fault. We are hung over, unorganized, lacking a uniform, our pitcher and most of the outfield chain smokes, and we don't believe in running. We are also philosophically opposed (as teammate Scott would say) to acting or communicating like a team. On the up side, we have a damn good time losing! Just call us the Bad News Bears.
Up Next:
my new job: lots of travel + lots of airport people watching= hilarity will ensue
Last but not least:
http://www.eagleforum.org/misc/descript.html (huh?) yeah that's what I said too, if anyone cares to possibly understand this mixed up platform please explain. Scott I know you will be all over it.
P.S.: Never give your real phone number and fake name to the same person, it doesn't work out well. damn you alter-ego Jen, damn you.... More to come soon.
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