2006 Mardi Gras Highlights

• Man hitting his head on porta potty while exiting the facility
• Some random dude yelling at me to "lift my top" (he didn't use those words) right when my brother was coming up to meet me
• Spending all day searching for a pitcher of Hurricane - then leaving the coveted pitcher at the party
• Crazy party dude placing large orange traffic cone on his head and dancing
• Hitting myself in the head with badge while dancing
  
• Throwing beads off a roof and hitting people in the head (I wasn't actually witness to this, but I heard it was funny)
• Having my dad come pick me up like a 12 year old.
• Not having to see any nasty-ass breasts flopping about!
• Actually remembering all of these instances. . . . wait. . . . is that a good thing??
  

Oy

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So It's Thursday

And I'd love nothing more than to leave work in 38 minutes, settle down on the couch and wait to see who gets kicked off American Idol, but unfortunately, I have a work meeting in two hours, so I have to stick around here and entertain myself. I anticipate some crossword puzzle action. Anything to unglue myself from the monitor, the latest diversion on which has been myspace.

I'm generally frightened of myspace. I have a friendster account, which is fine, but everyone on myspace is so alterna and also 12 years old. It's basically a popularity contest to see how many friends you can attach yourself to and how many of them post comments on your site. Clearly this activity should be directly linked to one's self-esteem level. Plus, when you send someone a message, it just goes to your main e-mail account, so why not just e-mail that person. But, as I said, it is a diversion.

Sometimes there can be too much of a good thing. Let's say you're dating someone. Let's say another girl posts something flirty on his profile. This would lead the normal woman into "oh no she didn't . . .suh-nap" mode and could turn a regular psycho into a true psycho. One who may berate her boyfriend about this endlessly.

Let's also assume that you and your significant other have vastly different profiles. It could lead one to wonder. . .do opposties attract, or are you only opposite in the way you view filling out profiles for the world to see. Should this activity be taken seriously, or should you end the pain of realizing how un-interesting you are as soon as possible.

My bf opted for option 1. I, on the other hand, am a fan of option two. Or, maybe he's just more interesting than I am.

In Lieu of Intellectual Pursuits. . .

There's always American Idol. Now, let me first say that last week, while stuffing envelopes at work for 2 straight days, I listened to NPR.

As as aside, this all started because I didn't know what the red line was. I have since learned that the red line was the phone Washington used to communicate with Moscow after the Cuban Missile Crisis. Did ya know that it wasn't actually a phone, more like a telegraph? Well, now you know.

But, back to NPR. People, the world is depressing. Bad things are happening all over the place. I already knew that Wal-Mart is a crap place to work and that the Egyptians don't believe in the Holocaust, like it's some sort of mythical Santa-like creature. I did learn that Sir James Galway is "the man" of flute-playing and I enjoyed the lively discussion on the Oscar nominess (I am so winning the pool this year!). However, I cannot listen day in and day out about how the president is screwing up the country. I already know this. Let's move on to something more entertaining.

I'm currently listening to St. Louis' best mix and they are recapping America's favorite obsession - American Idol. Why do we obsess over this show? I have no idea. I will spend five hours watching this nonesense this week. Dropping two people at a time is ridiculous. After the ladies' performance last night, we all know who's going to end up in the top 6 (I'm not naming names). I have no excuse, but I will share some theories.

At the aforementioned conference I attended, one speaker cited 9/11 as a reason as to why people concentrate on this stupidity. We don't want bad news, we want fun! Secondly, it somewhat reflected the "melting pot" of the country as well as the policital divide. Ruben and Fantasia - blue state. Carrie Underwood - red state. And finally, it's awesome to be able to take the Simon Cowell role and just rip on these people relentlessly with no reprecussions (sorry I yelled at you about that last night mom). We get to judge them! We matter!

In conclusion, I'd like to thank my bf for indulging me in this crap. And, by the way, I know you care who wins! You totally care!

Boredom Blogger. . .out!

Sunday Nights Used to be Boring

. . . before Grey's Anatomy. I've conceded to watching Desperate Housewives before Grey's Anatomy because there's nothing on and bf is usually playing video games. But, the best 60 minutes of tv during the week is arguable Grey's Anatomy.

Let's discuss last night's episode, which I believed was better than either "Code Black" eps. First of, Mark, McDreamy's best friend, was actually very hot. Good looking man. While those two were talking to Richard, the camera angels were great. Aligning them while one was in focus and the other blurry, then vice versa. Very telling.

Now then, questions. First, can you do surgery on a dead person. Wouldn't the oxygenation (or lack thereof) present a problem? Secondly, are spontaneous orgasms really possible? If so, what surgery would correct the problem? Perhaps I will look into this at home. Searching "spontaneous orgasms" at work might not bode well.

Final observations, Meredith's dad was the same actor who played Mr. Katimsky on My So Called Life. That character was gay gay gay. So, it's hard for me to think of him as anything but.

Also exciting this week. . . three episodes of American Idol. Yeah!

Sometimes I wish I were more bored

Because I have a lot of tv catching up to do. I've yet to watch from this week Love Monkey, the Grammys (most likely not in its entirety), two episodes of Scrubs, then after tonight, the Office (a Must See!), ER, and perhaps my personal favorite, Beauty and the Geek. It seems unfair to spend 8 hours confined to a chair, desk, and small room (athough it does have sunlight, which I am thankful for), only to have a mere 8 hours of freedom after. Thankfully, I'll have the cold weekend to catch up on all these very important issues.

Parts of Orlando are not boring. . .

Even in the rain! After a day at the beach, a day at the outlet, Sea World and consuming many crab legs, I determined the funnest part of my Orlando vacation was Universal Studios. We skipped the Mickey Mouse to ride the movies. Universal Studios took two cynical adults (more or less on the adult part) who were relecuant to part with many tens of dollars and turned them into theme park fanatics. The b/f climbed a wall. We watched a cow fly across a sound stage. And, we rode an inside roller coaster otherwise known as the Mummy. There was actual fire inside. Then, I drank too many hurricanes and got drunk just to get up at 5:30 a.m. to catch a flight, but that's another post.

Here's what's boring in Orlando - Kissimee, particularly Road 192. Nothing but chain restaurants, as evidenced by our driving for 45 minutes and dining at Pizzeria Uno. Which, I quite liked, but still not a culinary adventure.

And now, back to the boring life. Fortunately, much tv to keep me occupied including a two part Grey's Anatomy and the Grammy's. But, tv, too can be boring. The Superbowl? Boring! The commericals? Boring! The halftime show? Boring. Although, who knew that Start Me Up referenced sex with dead people? Learn something new every day . . .