29 February 2008

It's about damn time.

Oh my God. My Bally was being wired for ... um, Dish Network, I think. Christ, I just got home. You'd think I could remember what the dude's shirt said. Stupid booze ruining my brain cells.

Anyway, I am totes excited, y'all. This might mean that I won't be subject to the regular network TV horribleness that makes me want to vomit. I say "might" because clearly, people suck and plenty of them actually enjoy that excrement. Maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to watch the Wolves and Twins. And Monday Night Football! Or something other than The View and Montell when I'm there during the day. Ach! Be still my beating heart.

I've been wondering for years why they don't have cable or something. The Bloomington Bally has it. The Y in Mankato had cable. I'm far more prone to stay on a machine longer if I'm watching a game or something. I wonder if there will be a learning curve for some of these gym douches when it comes to channel-changing etiquette. At the Y, I would ask everyone who seemed like they could see the TV if I could switch it to the Twins game or the Wolves game or whatever. People were generally really good about it, but there was always the odd fuckstain who would just walk right the fuck up and change the TV without so much as a look to see if anyone was watching whatever was on. And you know they always turned it to something like Fear Factor. Dicks.

As long as I'm on the subject of the gym, I've been wondering about something. There are lots of older people at the gym during the day and I see many of them listening to iPods. What the hell do you think old people listen to on their iPods? How did they get to be so technologically savvy? I can't imagine my mom or dad using one, or God forbid, my grandparents. I'm so fucking curious about this.

28 February 2008

It's a rollercoaster ride.

I think I'm doing better than I was earlier in the week. Well, I was yesterday, anyway. The jury is still out on today. I kind of slept like ass last night, so I'm not feeling particularly ... whatever.

Daytime drinking with Mrs. Dirk was beneficial to both of us, I think. We not only talked about the stuff she's going through, but we talked about my craptastic life, as well. I believe I've finally gotten my perspective straight about this whole unemployment thing. It's going to take a while for me to find a new job. I'm hoping it's not much more than three months. That seems to be the standard amount of time for any job search I've ever done. It took The Boy I Currently Like about that long to find his new job just recently.

I mean, I've only been at this a month and I've had four interviews. I have a fifth today and yesterday I scheduled one for the middle of March. Getting such a good response so early on got my hopes up and led me to have some pretty unrealistic expectations. But those expectations have been reeled in, especially since I've been getting timelines from these organizations that are all at least three weeks out.

Christ, I've been involved in the nonprofit and government sectors long enough to know that things never move fast. I know this. Yet, I still have to keep reminding myself. It's hard not to get ahead of yourself when you e-mail your materials to an organization to apply for a job and they call or e-mail within an hour to set something up -- not once, but twice.

I've gotten a really great response -- better than any other job search in my past. The interviews I'm having now are with fairly prestigious and well-known organizations. I keep thinking, "Really? You want to interview me? Are you sure?" So, I should be happy with the way things are going. And I'm trying very hard to be.

In the meantime, I'm going to try very hard to appreciate the fact that I have time to get things done. I'm not rushing constantly. I can go to the gym whenever I want. I can go drinking with my friends during the day. I can sleep in if I wake up in the middle of the night for three hours. I'm getting a decent amount of sleep as it is. I can fuck around in the kitchen. My five-year streak of spending the first two days of the NCAA tournament in front of the TV doesn't look to be in jeopardy. Things could be worse.

27 February 2008

Someone needs a spanking.

Happy Birthday to The Boy I Currently Like! I hope you have a great day, Hot Stuff.

I'm glad I know you.

26 February 2008

How dare you vote your conscience!

The Minnesota Legislature overrode Governor Pawlenty for the very first time yesterday on a $6.6 billion transportation bill. As a result, the six "rogue" Republican members of the House who crossed the aisle to vote with the DFL were stripped of their committee leadership positions earlier today.

Hot damn! That is one classy move, Republicans. How dare anyone defy Dear Leader and vote the way their district wants them to? Where do they get off doing what they think is right for their constituents and the State of Minnesota?

Fuckstains.

At least I can be there for my friends.

So, I suck at life and no one wants to hire me. But as it turns out, I'm not completely useless. Mrs. Dirk is going through some shit right now. She called last night in the midst of a bit of a breakdown and among other things, decided she needed a mental health day today.

Fortunately for her, I don't have to be anywhere today. It won't kill me to skip the gym. I can get some work done this morning. The dishes and errands can wait. My arm is sore from playing the Wii, so I can take some time off from that. Tom and Jerry will be here when I get home.

What's important today is that I show up at Liquor Lyle's later this morning to be a good friend. It's good to feel like I'm doing something at least mildly productive.

25 February 2008

I am a fucking mess.

Honest to Christ. I don't even know where to start. First of all, my new jeans are too big. After about two wears, I can remove them without unbuttoning or unzipping them. I suppose I should be glad, but it's actually considerably more frustrating than encouraging. They were supposed to last me until I dropped another 15 pounds or so. And I've not lost that much in the last three weeks, I'm fairly certain. Fucking Old Navy. Guess I should be happy that they were two for $40 and I didn't spend an assload of money on them.

I feel like I should be in a really great mood. Okay, not a really good mood. But I hardly think this undefined, crushing sadness is really appropriate. Yesterday was awesome -- I got my Wii, had delicious bacon for breakfast and spent a good chunk of the day with The Boy I Currently Like. But as soon as he walked out the door, I was on the verge of tears. I woke up this morning on the verge of tears and it continued all the way through yoga. It was pretty much all I could do to keep myself from bawling during Savasana. The urge to cry didn't leave after yoga, either.

All this is most likely due to my current state of unemployment. There weren't a lot of prospects out there last week. I was supposed to hear from the organization with which I interviewed the previous week by the middle of last week. But I've heard nothing. This shouldn't be surprising, because as fast as most places say or intimate they want to move, it never usually happens. I came home from yoga today to a rejection from the place with which I had my very first post-canning interview. Granted, I would have had a really long commute and it looks like they downgraded the position (an "assistant" was added to the title). It still stings, though.

The search has been a bit better today. I even got a call to schedule an interview about an hour after I'd submitted my materials for one of the jobs. That call came while I was in the midst of opening a package containing my birthday present from The Boy I Currently Like. Oddly enough, it was the present that finally set off the tears. Normal people aren't going to get all weepy over a couple of two-disc Tom and Jerry DVD sets, of course. I'm pretty sure I've never made any claims of being normal, though.

A couple of weeks ago, we were flipping around through the TV channels and ended up watching some Tom and Jerry on Boomerang. I told him I love Tom and Jerry -- it's by far my favorite cartoon ever. Oh. My. God. He listens to the stupid, random shit I say. He pays attention and he remembers. Okay, so it's not earth-shattering or anything; but my past is riddled with thoughtless guys. And the ones who did give gifts, tended to give generally crappy, thoughtless gifts. So, it means a lot to me and on a day like today it's the kind of thing that will reduce me to a puddle of tears.

Clearly, I need to finish this thing up and get to watching my DVDs and playing Guitar Hero.

Update! I got a second rejection today. Awesome. Clearly I need to get drunk while playing Guitar Hero.

24 February 2008

Wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!

I got my Wii today. Hoo-fucking-ray. I owe JP and Mrs. Dirk a huge thank you for tracking them down and helping me get one. Mrs. Dirk and I arrived at my usual Target at 7:54 to join a line of about 18 people or so. Some of them had apparently been there a while. No mad rush or anything, but they could have been better organized.

Still, we were at the Uptown for breakfast before 8:30. And Mrs. Dirk had to get bedding after we got the Wii. Speaking of breakfast, we had de-fucking-licious bacon at the Uptown. Did you know they couldn't sell liquor before 10:00? It's probably just as well. I'd need a nap if I'd had a Bloody Mary or two at 8:30. I'm probably going to need a nap anyway.

Setting up the Wii was a breeze. I recreated the Mii I made at Mrs. Dirk and Comic Book Guy's party on New Year's Eve. She's all by her lonesome at the moment, but I set her up to travel, so hopefully I'll get some other Miis hanging out soon. I've got my second controller all synced up and ready for when The Boy I Currently Like comes over later. I'm not going to have nearly enough time to get much practice in before he gets here, that clever bastard.

I still need to take a shower and clean up a bit in this joint so we have room to play the sports games, so I'll check you fuckers later! This is shaping up to be a pretty fucking awesome day.

21 February 2008

Why does God hate me?

The Gophers are actually on TV tonight. This is the third game I've seen all season, I think. They're in a tight game with Michigan.

As luck would have it, the Wolves are on right now, too. Playing San Antonio. They're down by two with under 2:00 to play.

Honestly. What's a girl to do?

More Girl-Blogger Blind Dating!

My quasi-blind date with Muffy and JP a couple of weeks ago went so well that we're doing it again tomorrow. See, Muffy and I both recently celebrated birthdays and we didn't get to do any drinking together. As I'm sure you're aware, that just ain't right.

This time, though, there will be other bloggers there -- Keri Oke and Mindy, for sure. I've heard Muffy's Bestie and Jen might be there, too. You may remember that I met them on the Ugly Christmas Sweater Pub Crawl. Who else? I have no idea. But the more the merrier is my motto, I guess.

I've had a shitty week, so I'm really looking forward to some quality drinking time with newish friends (Muffy and JP know so much shit about me already it feels weird calling them "new" friends) and people who will also hopefully enter the "new friends" realm.

We're going to Figlio for their $2 Happy Hour. I can't even remember the last time I was at Figlio. When I lived just up the street a couple of years ago, I went there all the time. But then they stopped doing the late-night Happy Hour on weekends. There were also some bad experiences with the wait staff -- including the time our server insisted that the wee curly hair on my fries was "an herb." Sister, I know a hair when I see it.

I think enough time has passed since my unfortunate seasoning incident. Really, I'll go anywhere these ladies want to go and dammit, a girl can only resist $2 glasses of wine for so long, you know?

20 February 2008

Shit in the news.

And I do mean shit. Well, for this first item, anyway: Governor Pawlenty imposes hiring freeze. Awesome! Let me tell you, this is news to my unemployed ears. I'd already applied for a handful of state jobs in the last week or two and had another I was going to be working on today. Guess I won't be hearing from any of them now. It's not like research analysts are critical positions or anything.

I should be thankful, though, that I've been getting a pretty good response from other sources. Still, the state imposing a hiring freeze probably just makes me compete against more people for fewer open jobs. It's just frustrating, you know?

Now onto other matters. I came across a couple of interesting items on Jezebel yesterday. The first was this bit about women in the Ivory Coast worrying that they are lacking in the booty department. Stupid dance crazes making women think they have inferior asses. I don't know how inferior you have to feel to get black market booty injections to increase trunk junkage. Apparently pretty damn inferior.

I've got my own inferior ass feelings. It seems that the more weight I lose, the more my white girl ass comes back. Apparently, that's just the way my body is. I've got plenty of rack, but I'm doomed to have an ass that doesn't quite match. Such is life. I don't need to get any injections or butt implants. I'll deal with my ass as best I can. Besides, if you read the rest of the Jezebel piece, you'll see the women of the Ivory Coast face much bigger issues than small booties.

The other Jezebel item is about the way men and women respond to music. It would seem that men respond intellectually to music, while women respond in an emotional manner.

This theory makes sense to me. People seem to think I know a lot about music. The Boy I Currently Like Knows a lot about music. And we've acknowledged that in each other. But I can tell we approach it in totally different manners. I've listened to him talk about music, and I'm amazed at how he knows all these little tidbits about songs or artists or whatever. Granted, I know some of that stuff, but not nearly as much. I could never write about music because I really do have a hard time expressing myself in an intellectual way about it. I can't explain what a band sounds like, save to say "It sounds like Band X and Band Y fell in love, got married and had a baby. And that baby is Band Z."

When I describe music I like, I find myself describing how it makes me feel or what it is like to see them live, or how this particular CD fits the way the weather is making me feel, or what time in my life that album represents. Even when I talk about music I don't like, my response is emotional. I'm offended by bad music. I think Creed sucked because that douchestick Scott Stapp was completely insincere (among many, many other reasons, of course). It upset me that Coldplay started trying to be something they aren't -- a huge arena band; a third-rate U2. All of this is emotional. And I'm okay with that. Music is a completely emotional thing for me. I wouldn't have it any other way.

19 February 2008

The Key Cadillac Girl.

Ah, local advertising. Is there anything better? Why, yes. Yes, there are lots of things that are better than local advertising. To be fair, though, sometimes there is some unintentional hilarity hidden in amongst the terrible quality and general annoyingness of it all.

Alas, the Key Cadillac Girl certainly doesn't fit into the unintentional hilarity category. She's not terribly annoying at the moment, either. Though, I have a horrible feeling that she could reach Watson's Pool Girl-levels of irritatingness. (Side note: I think I made up two words already in this blog entry! Yay me!) All she needs is a creepy older guy to appear alongside her and she's got it all.

No, the Key Cadillac Girl just makes me feel kind of embarrassed for her. I first noticed her on this billboard Downtown. I'm not sure if it is still there, but I think it was right around Hennepin and 4th. My memory seems to place it as showing up right before the stop in front of the Central Library. She's on there doing something that looks reminiscent of Daunte Culpepper getting his roll on. God, I fucking hate watching him do that. It bugged the shit out of me when he was a Viking and I was still a Vikings fan. Imagine how much it makes me want to punch him in the nuts when I have to watch it now.

I can't remember the copy on the billboard. Something about a car from Key Cadillac will make you feel like dancing or whatever. Um, no. There's some kind of fancy-ass, black Caddy on there, and the Key Cadillac Girl frozen, in her black strapless dress, mid-roll with a goofy look on her face. When I was working, my bus ride took me past that billboard every day. And sweet Jebus, it just made me feel so bad for her. Kind of like that commercial Beyonce did for ... Direct TV? Dish Network? I can't remember. Watching it just made me sad, because I imagined she felt kind of dirty after doing the spot. She couldn't have needed the money. And it's such a stupid commercial. I was just embarrassed for her.

The Key Cadillac Girl is now doing TV spots. They seem to be considerably less cringe-worthy than that billboard. I'm just not sure what to think about her. She's not ugly or anything. But she's not hot, either. She's cute, I guess. Her screen presence seems to be somewhere in the "little to none" range. There's just something a little bit off about her. I can't really place what it is, though.

I bet y'all have never even noticed these commercials or the billboard. But now? Now you're going to start noticing all of it. And then you'll start to get annoyed by all of it -- to the point where it makes you crazy. Then you'll blog about how fucking crazy those ads make you. That's when I'll know my work is done.

Suckers!

17 February 2008

You say it's your birthday?



It's my birthday, too! Well, tomorrow. It is also Molly Ringwald's birthday tomorrow. Maybe that's why Sixteen Candles is my favorite movie. I've always felt such a kinship with her because we share a birthday. Or something.

My birthday celebration started last night with movie night at Sweetness's place. Where we watched ... can you guess what's coming here? Sixteen Candles and Better Off Dead. The night was kind of based on our Purple Rain party -- with theme food and drinking games. Sweetness even created a Sixteen Candles soundtrack for each of us. He had to go and find a list of the songs played in the movie and then track down each song, because the soundtrack is out-of-print. He totally fucking rules.

As much as I adore all of my friends, I'm getting concerned about some of the people in our group and what they bring to the table. When we get together, we have a pretty good system of helping out whoever is hosting us. We usually bring our own drinks and everyone brings food of some sort. None of is loaded, save for Macho Man. So, we don't want hanging out to be a financial burden to our host. Nor do we want one person to have to do all the fucking work. It's worked great for a long time, and there are a handful of us who will always make or bring extra food because, OH MY GOD, WHAT IF WE RUN OUT?

But lately, it seems that people have been slacking. Maybe it's the fault of those of us who always make sure we have entirely too much food. Maybe there's some other reason we're not seeing. I don't really know. What I do know is that half the people last night didn't bring food. And I'm pretty sure the e-mail said that hey, you should bring something because Sweetness is being nice enough to host all of us. Let's not even talk about the people who didn't bring anything or enough to drink (or the people who drank all mine and KayGee's fucking wine at the Super Bowl party).

I'm not the only person who has noticed this, either. So I'm pretty sure I'm not being crazy/a bitch.

Regardless, it was a fantastic night that I got to spend with some of the people I love most in the world. It's a pretty fucking great way to start my birthday celebration.

Tomorrow is shaping up to be a pretty busy day. There is a new yoga class at the gym at 8:30. Also? Law & Order marathon! Happy Birthday to me, indeed. I actually won't get to see much of that, though, because I'm having lunch with my siblings and nephew. Then at 4:00, it's Happy Hour at the Imperial Room. Turns out, there are a lot of people who don't have to work tomorrow, either. So I won't be drinking alone right away. Not that I have a problem with that or anything. I'm drinking alone right now. Unless, of course, the Lord counts as a person. He doesn't? Okay. Then I am drinking alone.

Lucky me, I don't have to work on Tuesday, so I can enjoy the fact that the Imperial Room's Happy Hour on Monday goes all fucking night. Sweet! So, yeah. The Imperial Room, 4:00. You should totally come and get drunk with me. It's not every year I turn 34.

PS: JP, there will totally be a slice of angel food cake waiting for you.

15 February 2008

I'm a horrible person.

Honestly. I can be such a bitch sometimes. I've ranted time and again about all the people who annoy me at the gym, but today I felt kind of bad about it.

When I got into the locker room, there were a couple of older ladies chatting around the lockers I normally use. I wasn't paying a ton of attention to them; I'm not a bad of an eavesdropper. Besides, I didn't really think they'd say anything worthy of submitting to Overheard in Minneapolis.

My ears perked up a bit when one of them said she'd just run three miles. I was like, "Hot damn! That's impressive." Turns out she'd misspoke -- she'd just walked three miles. But then the older of the two started talking about how she feels stupid when she's using the bike.

First of all, this woman had to have been like 70. She had a cane sitting next to her on the bench. A cane! And here she is saying that she feels stupid using the recumbent bike while people go running by, dripping sweat. Lady, you should not feel stupid at all. We all have to start somewhere. You should be commended for what you're doing.

So, I felt bad for all of my previous ranting and I vowed to stop doing that kind of shit.

Then after I finished my cardio, I went down to stretch and followed this dude into the ... I don't know, studio/racquetball area, I guess it's called. This overly muscled tool had a highlighted, curly mullet. And he looked like he'd raided the wardrobe of some '80s Chuck Norris/Jean Claude Van Damme crapfest movie. My new leaf wasn't turned over for very long. But, Jesus. He had a mullet! I'm only human.

Also, why is Michael Bivins hosting NBA All-Star Saturday night?

14 February 2008

It's that time of year again.

For most of my life now (that kinda makes me feel old), the days leading up to my birthday have been marked with sadness. It was 11 years ago today that my grandma was killed in a car accident. On Sunday, it will be 21 years since my grandpa (her husband) died in his sleep.

I wrote about this last year. I still miss them very much. We were talking at Christmas about what assholes my mom's parents are and it just seems so unfair that my dad's parents, who were so great and loved us so much, are the ones we had to lose. But my mom's parents, who have treated us like red-headed stepchildren and who have told my mom and one of her sisters that they never really liked them, those grandparents are hanging around. But life is unfair and shit, right?

It's weird, the things that remind me of my grandma, especially. I stopped by the World's Worst Wing Woman's place last week and when I was leaving, the smells in the hallway took me back to my grandma's kitchen. I could see potatoes boiling away in one of her copper-bottom pots on the stove, and I could smell the roast in the oven. I live in a tan, stucco house -- the same color as the house my grandparents lived in when they moved to town from the home place. That similarity is always in the back of my mind when I come home. When I head down to the basement to do my laundry, I swear, the basement smells exactly the same as my grandparents' basement did. I notice it every time I go down there.

Like I do every year, I'll drink to my Grandma's memory tonight and eat dinner off of the one plate I have left from the set that was given to me when the family was going through all of her stuff. The rest of the set was a casualty of the break up with The Cheating Asshole. I should have gotten them back, but God, I just wanted to be done with him.

Last year, I tried to recreate my grandma's lemon-glazed angel food cake, but the glaze didn't turn out quite right. I think it was because I used real lemon juice and my grandma almost assuredly used the fake Real Lemon juice. Lucky for me, my mom is apparently making me an angel food cake for my birthday and I'll be getting it on Saturday. So, I think I shall try once again to recreate her cake on Sunday. And I'll read the story one of our old farmhands wrote about my grandpa in this book. It's probably all very silly to do, but it makes me feel better. So I do it.

Cyril and Dorothy, I miss you.

13 February 2008

Am I looking for a job or dating?

God, I hate how interviewing for a job feels like dating and how dating feels like a job search and how both feel like looking for an apartment. Every time I'm engaged in one of these activities, I end up thinking about how it is so much like all the others.

Earlier this afternoon I was doing a phone interview (which resulted in a face-to-face interview scheduled for Friday!) and had to keep mentioning this old job or that old job and what I did there. It felt like I was on a date and talking about this ex-boyfriend or that ex-boyfriend and what I did with this one and what I did with that one.

I know the situations are totally different -- it's good, and pretty much absolutely necessary, to talk about my previous work experience. On a first or second date, though? Not a good idea to talk about ex-boyfriends. Shoot, I felt a twinge of ickiness mentioning seeing a movie with an ex to The Boy I Currently Like over the weekend. Though, I think we're well past the stage where the discussion of exes is taboo. It still feels gross to me, though.

But what about the apartment hunting? You're wondering how that all fits in, aren't you? Okay, so you're probably not. Humour me. God forbid you get a return call on an apartment if you have to leave a message. Look, you can't call me back and say you rented it? Or, you've been running this ad for three months now and you still won't return my call? Fine. Fuck you. And hey, is it the most difficult thing in the world to say, "Thanks for your interest in the position, we got your shit." Or how about "Thanks for applying, but we hired someone else." Something? Anything? This is actually not been the case for my current job search -- I've gotten at least a note from most places. It's a refreshing change.

Then there's the way apartment hunting feels like dating. You look at a description of an apartment and it sounds great on paper. However, in reality? It may very well be a shithole. Or even on first glance it looks great -- hardwood floors, lots of closet space, corner unit with tons of windows. But then you go out the back door and notice that the building's dumpsters and recycling receptacles are right under the living room windows. DO NOT WANT. The same thing can happen when you're dating. The guy seems great on paper, but he's a fucking mess in real life. Or, he seems to be great on paper and your first couple of dates are pretty great. But maybe then you scratch the surface and find out he's a huge flake with a drinking problem.

Is it any wonder I hate doing all of these things? I don't intend to move out of my apartment for a long time because I hate looking for a new place as much as I hate the actual act of packing and moving. It's going to be tough for me to not jump at the very first position that's offered to me. Granted, I need a job. But it's been a natural reaction for me in past job searches when I wasn't unemployed, as well. I just want to stop going through all the posing and selling myself. And I can't tell you how glad I am about the fact that The Boy I Currently Like and I didn't do that normal first date bullshit.

12 February 2008

Everything's coming up Milhouse?

This afternoon, I scheduled the interview I mentioned yesterday. It's next week. The position is with a company I've wanted to work for since at least grad school, if not before. Just finally getting an interview with them feels like a huge accomplishment to me.

As with every other day of my unemployment, I applied for three or four other jobs after I got home from the gym. About an hour after I sent them all out, I got an e-mail back from one of the organizations and I have a phone interview tomorrow! Sweet! Things seem to be looking ... okay, I guess, for the moment.

I was supposed to be blogging from my brand-spanking-new Minneapolis citywide Wi-Fi interwebs connection. But God forbid anything work easily for me. I couldn't get things working as easily as the instructions (three whole steps) would have led me to believe.

Now, granted, I knew there was a good chance I'd have problems. Apparently, living in a stucco house is a problem. However, this problem can allegedly be mitigated by placing the modem in the window. And I had a signal and all that, but it didn't look like my computer was connecting to the modem. So, I called tech support and the woman I talked to said to unplug the modem, wait a minute and try again.

Yeah, so I tried that (five times) and ended up calling tech support again. I was on the phone with Jay for an hour. There are three ... um, antennas? very near me and the signals overlap, so I should have been able to get a signal. But my computer was trying to get the signal that wasn't closest to my place. After moving the modem and everything else from my living room to my kitchen and then back to my living room again, it seemed nothing would work. Jay was off, but he said he'd call back in a half hour or so to see if anything changed.

I put the modem on top of a dead plant and lo! It worked! But for whatever stupid reason, I decided to go back to my wireless cable connection tonight and then everything shit the bed. BAH. (Jay did eventually call back, but like, an hour and a half later.) My wireless with Comcast wouldn't work and now my stupid modem isn't recognizing my computer again. Obviously, I'm hooked back up to something, as I'm blogging.

You know, I just want to save some money with the Minneapolis Wi-Fi. Is that so wrong? Can't I just break some of the shackles in which Comcast is keeping me? BASTARDS! Maybe I'll see if I can figure things out tomorrow. I did start drinking about five minutes into my tech support call with Jay.

So, um ... jury is still out on the Minneapolis Wi-Fi, I guess.

11 February 2008

Unemployment is good for my hair.

It's probably due to the fact that I can take my time getting ready and I don't have to rush out the door in cold weather with hair that is about 60 percent dry at best, but hot damn my hair has been looking good.

The Boy I Currently Like even said my hair looked good yesterday (before it got all messy). Or pretty or something. I think he was just saying it because I'd mentioned my conundrum the night before about whether or not to shower at my aunt and uncle's place or home, as my hair had been looking oddly good while I'd been staying there. Usually, it looks weird and gross -- I figured it was their water. Still, it was terribly nice of him to say it.

It's so fucking long, though. And I'm not due for a cut for at least a month. That could change, depending on my employment situation (I got a call today about another interview ... have to call back tomorrow). However, if I have to change my appointment (again), I'll probably have to push it back. I can only imagine the wildness that would create.

As much as I've had the odd attack of boredom in my nearly two weeks of being jobless, it's been nice to have time to get ready, to have time to get my laundry done, to have time to make myself a nice dinner (salmon and oven-roasted sweet potatoes tonight) ... I suppose I should relish these moments while I can. But I honestly hope they don't last too long.

I don't do well without structure. I need to have my time occupied. I hated working and being in school or working two jobs, but I really learned to use my time well. Fortunately, I've had a good bit of stuff to do these first couple of weeks and I've got this week and part of next scheduled pretty fully. After that, though? It gets a little scary. I need to find a volunteer position or something. It's that or alcoholism. And honestly, I'm already a fucking lush. So moving on to alcoholism wouldn't be much of a challenge.

Happy Birthday to ...

Muffy Willowbrook! Let's get drunk soon, hot stuff.

10 February 2008

It feels like it's been a while.

But really, I've only gone like, two days without writing. I was staying with my cousin over the weekend and my computer shit the bed, so I didn't manage to get any blogging done.

I was in a panic most of the weekend because it seemed that I would have to get a new computer. And let me tell you, that's exactly what a recently unemployed girl needs. I'd picked one out already. But it seemed like maybe I could fix the problem, if only temporarily. I talked to Dell about getting my operating system CDs sent to me (I don't need them, my ass). They said it would be three or four days, but I called Friday and they were here when I got home this morning.

Yay! I was saved. Get my shit up and running and then go get a new hard drive. But alas, I had to do a system restore. I lost everything on my computer. Pretty much all of my data was backed up. I lost my pictures, but I have the good ones posted on my Flickr account. What really hurts is that I lost all of my music. Granted, I have a lot of it on CD, but there is a lot of stuff I downloaded from a variety of sources that I can't replace easily.

But you know what? I don't have to buy a new computer. And I have a project now! I have to reload all of my CDs to my computer. This will take up several nights. Plus, I need to get all of my bookmarks set up again and just get things looking the way I want. It's going to take some time. Check it out -- I'm looking on the bright side! That feels good.

Today was actually pretty much an all-around good day, despite the fact that it is butt-ass cold. I finally got to play Guitar Hero with The Boy I Currently Like. We were playing together, so it's not like I could actually watch him, but fuck. He is good. And he's terribly sweet -- he didn't mock me once for sucking muchly in comparison to him. Okay, he did a little. He said I was a baby for playing on "Easy" when it was clearly too easy for me. (I'd played yesterday at my sister's for about an hour and got bored on "Easy." In my defense, both yesterday and today I was playing a version of Guitar Hero I'd never before played.) But honestly, how can I even play on "Medium" when he's fucking ripping away on "Expert?"

I told him finally about the blog nickname I'd had in the back of my head since I started considering writing about him. I've toyed with the idea of calling him "Guitar Hero" forever. But I just didn't think that I could call him that without actually seeing him play. Now that I have, I can say that he is my Guitar Hero hero. Though, I tried to give him a new nickname a few months ago and it didn't stick. So, I'm wondering if I should even bother.

So, after a few days of freaking out, today has been pretty great. And! I'm home. I get to sleep in my own bed and I've got my computer working, so I can keep going with my unemployment schedule. Despite the fact that I'm not really going anywhere most days, I'm still putting on makeup when I get home and shower after my late-morning workout. I do have reasons for this -- I don't want to get into a rut of always looking like ass simply because I don't have to go to the office (not that I looked great when I was going to work every day ...). What if I get a call for an impromptu Happy Hour? I have to be ready to head out the door. Plus, this gives me a chance to try all kinds of new eyeshadow combinations when I'm not drunk. This is helpful. Sure, I feel like I'm wasting makeup, but I think it's good in the end.

I'll be back tomorrow to wish a very happy birthday to a very special someone.

07 February 2008

This is a new feeling.

Yesterday was National Signing Day. As a Gopher football fan, I never considered it a big news day. Unless you count the news of all the in-state talent leaving Minnesota to go to much better football schools. But that was always pretty much a given.

It seems things have changed, though. The Gophers have one of the top 25 recruiting classes in the nation this year. ESPN has them ranked at number 23. I had to rewind the ESPN ticker during the Carolina/Duke game last night because I was certain I'd read it wrong. Color me even more shocked when I see that SI.com has them ranked 17.

Does this prove that Tim Brewster really is a great recruiter? Um, maybe? Obviously it is entirely too early to tell. It's hard to get excited about the team after the incredible amount of suckitude they displayed last year. But still, there's a glimmer of hope out there on the horizon. Not that I need a glimmer of hope. I actually attended games in undergrad and good Lord, the Gopher football team sucked hard then.

Besides, Tubby Smith has the Gopher basketball team playing pretty well. I'll worry about getting excited over a team that I can legitimately be excited about for now. I still can't watch them, but at least I can be excited about them. Fuck you, Comcast and Big Ten Network and all that.

06 February 2008

Caucus!

I attended my very first precinct caucus last night. I was there until about 7:45, when I realized that I'd rather be home drinking and watching House. They were going to start electing delegates, but people were still trickling in to cast their presidential preference ballot. This meant that they started the resolutions instead. And sweet merciful crap, I didn't have the stomach to sit around for that.

I was there, though, to elect my precinct chair. I voted for her because first of all, the other woman who was up for it was talking on her cell phone during the meeting, which made me want to punch her in the throat. And second of all because the girl I voted for worked for Music For America (now the League of Young Voters).

She must have been with MFA after I left. I mean, if she was the interim state chair, as Indie Rock Team Leader, I would have known her. She must have come after Nichole and Sam.

After being bored to tears during the caucus and thinking back to my time with MFA, I realized that kind of involvement is far more my speed. MFA was nonpartisan. Of course, the issues about which we were trying to educate young voters were all progressive issues, but we weren't (and legally couldn't) campaigning for any particular candidate. We were trying to get young people registered and get them to care enough to vote.

The first show I worked for MFA was Spoon at the 400 Bar. KayGee worked the table with me. We registered seven people to vote and Britt Daniel not only gave us a shout out from the stage (I am also particularly fond of the MFA shout out given by Sonic Youth at the Quest), he came back and thanked us personally for what we were doing. As completely fucking cool as that was, I think I was more excited about registering those seven voters.

It seems kind of odd to me that the actual political process -- the caucus -- bored me to tears, but getting other people involved in the political process totally gets me all tingly. At an old job, I went to speak with a Head Start parents' group about the importance of voting before the 2000 election. I got choked up when I was doing it. I gave a shit who they voted for, of course, but I cared more about them voting at all.

There were some good things about the caucus. There were a ton of people there. And it would seem that was the case all over the state. The room was packed -- standing room/sitting-on-the-floor-room only -- which made my "get people involved" heart totally happy. And it seemed like at least half of us were caucus virgins. YES! That wasn't really a surprise, though. I expect there to be an even bigger youth/first-timer movement this time around than in past elections. But that's been the talk of how many of the past elections?

I was a little disappointed by the actual crowd. The Boy I Currently Like was speculating on what the caucus-goers would be like, given that I live in what is generally considered to be a pretty hip neighborhood. Either that impression is undeserved or the hipsters just aren't into caucusing. The crowd was dominated by older, kinda smelly hippies. And damn, there are some unattractive people in my neighborhood.

05 February 2008

Brother Ali works out at my gym.

I could have sworn I mentioned this the first time I saw him, but I can't find a record of it. Stupid shoddy memory.

It was back in August, probably a Thursday night. I had just finished up on the treadmill and I saw this dude on an elliptical machine who I could have sworn was Brother Ali. I mean, if I didn't know any better. Granted, there aren't a lot of big albino dudes around town, much less working out at my gym. So, perhaps the chances that it actually was Brother Ali were better than one would initially think.

I didn't see him up close until right before I left. I was sitting on the floor outside the raquetball court, stretching. He came over to talk to some dudes who were going to play raquetball. He was standing about two feet in front of me. Once I heard his voice, I was sure it was him.

I didn't see him again until this morning. Nothing like a (local?) celebrity sighting to brighten up your gloomy, unemployed day.

04 February 2008

Unemployment, Week One.

Starting my first full week of unemployment with a job interview is probably a good thing. I was a little worried about being hungover after last night (who the fuck drank all that wine?), but I didn't feel too poorly when I woke up. Whew.

I think my interview went well. The drive out there was so stressful because of the snow, that I focused solely on the drive and forgot I was totally nervous. I met with four different people over the course of almost two hours. One of the interviewers was a total cutie. Rawwwrrrrrrrr! I'm pretty sure I was flirting with him. Is that a bad thing to do on a job interview? If I was to be offered this job ... Hello, new Office Crush!

They seemed to be pleased with my skill set and intrigued by my writing abilities. The job is supposed to be mainly working with data, but it's a new position, so they talked about it being flexible and giving me whatever opportunities they could to do some writing. All I can do now is wait, though, I guess. Oh, well, I need to send my thank yous tomorrow.

So, back to last night ... Thank goodness the game was early, because the crowd up in this joint got awfully rowdy throughout the game. Everything I made went over very well. Macho Man's friend, the 21-year-old Gopher football walk-on, told me several times after he tried something else that I'd made, that I was "a baller in every possible category." I'm not too hip on the lingo the kids are using these days, but I think it's a good thing.

I saw all of two commercials that didn't suck so bad they made me want to hurt someone. What happened? They used to be so good. Bring back Terry Tate, Office Linebacker!

Granted, I did miss a lot of the game and the commercials because I was busy making drinks (Jameson with Diet 7-Up and bitters) and making more food. But! I saw the most important part of the game. The deliciousness of the Patriots first loss of the season. Mwahahahahahahahaha! Oh, it was delightful.

03 February 2008

Super Sunday.

Ah, the last Sunday of football (please, the Pro Bowl doesn't count). After being lost last week, I feel as if I have a purpose again today. And that purpose is hosting a Super Bowl party. Whoooo!

I'm somehow going to try to cram 13 people into my not-very-large apartment to watch the game. There were 11 people here last year, so I'm sure we can squeeze in a couple more this time around. And granted, not everyone will actually be watching the game. Several of my friends are really only coming to hang out and eat. Oh, and drink of course.

Yesterday I spent most of the day preparing for today -- making chocolate chip cookies, sloppy joes and the mixture for the olive cheese bread I'm making today. Oh, but I'm not done. I still have to make the vegetarian sloppy joes and bourbon bread before people show up. Shit. I've got like, two hours.

Unfortunately, I need to watch my booze consumption today because I have a job interview tomorrow morning. It's a sacrifice I'm pretty glad to have to make after what happened last week.

I'm not making any predictions today. Oh, I made some picks at the start of the playoffs and I still expect the Pats to win, but I just don't fucking care. I'm just so fucking sick of hearing about the Pats and I'm tired of the douchey portion of their fan base. So, fuck it.

Today also marks one year ago that I began my correspondence with The Boy I Currently Like. It's hard to believe it's been a year, but on the other hand it's not. I don't have any sappy proclamations to make or anything. I'm just really glad I decided to e-mail him when I did, instead of responding in a different manner when, OH. MY. GOD. HE'S TALKING TO ME. HE KNOWS I EXIST. I'd had a crush on him for months and then all of a sudden, here he is, noticing my existence. It was terribly exciting.

Enjoy the big game, sweeties. I need to finish getting ready!

02 February 2008

Blind date -- The Review.

I had a ridiculously great time with Muffy and JP last night. Holy shit. These ladies are whip smart, incredibly generous and terribly funny. And they are very, very good drinkers. Which I hold as a very important quality in my friends and loved ones.

Unfortunately, I was an asshole and on the phone when JP left, so I didn't get to say goodbye before she left to go to the Wolves game. Muffy and I hung out at The Imperial Room a bit longer. I mean, shit. It was still Happy Hour.

I hope they had as great a time as I did, because I can't fucking wait to do this again.

01 February 2008

Blind date.

City Wendy wrote a couple of days ago about a different kind of blind dating -- meeting fellow bloggers in person for the first time. It's funny that she should write about it this week, because I'm doing the same thing today.

I'm meeting Muffy Willowbrook and JP at The Imperial Room this afternoon for Happy Hour. It's only a quasi-blind date, as Muffy and I met a little over a month ago on the Ugly Christmas Sweater pub crawl.

Before I entered the blogosphere, I had a pretty good track record with meeting people in real life after meeting them on the Interwebs. The World's Worst Wing Woman and I met on the Naturallycurly.com message boards. I have several good friends I met on the Coldplay message board. Then there are the friends I've met on a couple of fantasy football message boards.

And now that I'm pretty entrenched in the blogosphere, it makes perfect sense for me to start making real-life friends with the people I'm coming to consider my friends just because I feel like I know them after reading about their lives on a nearly daily basis. I've gone to a Mnspeak Happy Hour and the Overheard in Minneapolis birthday party. Shit, The Boy I Currently Like and I met through the blogosphere.

So, here's to blind dates and making new friends.