Bitchfest

May 23, 2006

Minor things I hate about my job right now.

1) The pile driver somewhere far below that is busily driving…piles…all damn day. It’s somewhere in the remains of the central artery, and we can’t see where it is, but BOY does that noise travel right on up 39 floors and into my head. Is it really called a pile driver, or did I make that up?

2) The cafe dinners. This is something I hate from last week. The dinner choices at night in the caf have gotten real bad, man. Real bad. They used to be fine, sort of a three-week rotation of your standard high-end cafeteria food, two entree choices a night plus the salad bar and whatever was leftover from lunch. But now they are on a one week rotation of theme nights, such that every Thursday is breakfast food, and every Wednesday is something they call "The Amazing Race" which appears to just mean "not regular American/New England food" (past offerings include fried chicken, arroz con pollo somehow sans the pollo, and noodle bowls). This isn’t a huge deal for me, since usually I am not here for dinner. But people are getting antsy. Like, angry-mob antsy. A subset of people eat dinner here more or less every night, and they are tired of eating the same things. I had to stay late enough last week a few times to be here for dinner, but the offering was just too gross-sounding, so I held out until I could go home. The caf is also only open for dinner at 7:30, and you have about 20 minutes to get down there before all the food is gone. 7:30 is late for dinner when you had lunch at noon, or even 1pm. I guess my point is that the whole dinner-cafeteria thing is unpleasant.

I can see now that what I am doing here is rambling, so I am just going to turn that off and get to work.


Counterpoint

May 13, 2006

Counterpoint: I am as good at finding excellent television for you, if not better, and you never listen and then sometimes, it’s TOO LATE.

1. Stargate SG-1:  We didn’t have cable in college, so we were stuck with the regular network stations. This was fine with me, since I also didn’t have cable growing up. I knew where to find excellent syndicated television. Including the crown jewel: Stargate SG-1, which aired on FOX25 Saturday afternoons. I believe you caught me watching it a few times and made fun of me. I tried to tell you about the good writing and the excellent characters, but all you could see were wormholes and aliens. Then we moved into an apartment, with cable, and OH HOW THE TABLES TURNED! Now, Stargate was on Sci-Fi, and it’s awesomeness punched you right in the eye. Ha! Not only did I introduce to Stargate, but if not for Stargate, you might never have learned of Battlestar Galactica or Stargate: Atlantis. So there.

2. Wonderfalls: This show was on FOX for like a second, and like all excellent shows that I immediately fall in love with (Firefly, Fastlane, etc.), FOX took it away from me. You had watched an episode or two, but you were kind of meh about it. I tried to tell you. I TRIED. You gave it another shot this year when you rented it on Netflix. And you loved it. But you know what, Ro? Too fucking late. Maybe if you had given it a proper chance when it was one, FOX wouldn’t have canceled it. I blame YOU.

Uh, I can’t think of more TV right this second. However, I can think of times that you introduced me to terrible, terrible TV that I was then forced to watch seasons of because I needed, despite the terrible, to find out what happened. Like the times you made me watch 7th Heaven. It started out as a joke, because it was on before Angel, and we would watch it to make fun of it. But then we kept watching it long after it stopped being funny to do so. We called it the punishment, and we said that it made Angel seem that much better. I hate you.

And Charmed. Oh Charmed. You got me all sucked in to this crapfest, a parade of boring bad acting mixed with Rose McGowan’s over the top bad acting and Alyssa Milano’s boobs. And now I have to watch it til it’s over, because I like Piper and I need to find out what happens. Hate.

Now I’m kind of angry at you. Good work.

Hey, who introduced who to Dude, Where’s My Car? Or was that a mutual introduction because of that time we had HBO Zoom! for free and it was on all the time?

I will admit, that time we watched Boy Meets World every day for months was great.


Point

May 11, 2006

Point: I am really good at spotting excellent television that seems like it will suck, and which you make fun of, but which turns out awesome and then you love.  Examples:

1. Battlestar Galactica. You scoffed at me, actually scoffed, when I said I was planning to watch a miniseries remake of a terrible old sci-fi show. SCOFFED! Then, derisive laughter! Oh, how wrong you were. You walked in on the last 30 minutes of that miniseries, huffed impatiently, then actually looked at the screen. Just think of how many hours of critically-acclaimed, complicated, dark, gripping television you would have missed if not for my genius. You’re welcome.

2. Avatar: The Last Airbender. Again with the scoffing. I told you about this cartoon I watched with my brother, how it was quasi-Japanese, with element-based superpowers. I admit, that does not sound good. Except it is really, really good. And hilarious. And sometimes angsty. It might be the best kids cartoon ever. And you know it. Now.

3. Gilmore Girls. I just remembered this. We didn’t watch that first season, but then the summer after junior year of college I read the recaps, then caught the show in repeats. Since we were roommates, that meant you watched it to, and now it’s one of your favorite shows. Admittedly, I didn’t have to overcome any scoffing about this one, though. A minor victory.

4. Boy Meets World. Hee! I go through phases where I watch one show obsessively. Past phases include Baywatch: Hawaii, Two Guys and a Girl, NYPD Blue, Law & Order: SVU, Law & Order, Third Watch, and Boy Meets World. If it’s repeated ninety times a day, I will watch that show all ninety times. The phases usually last about three months, which is how long it usually takes for me to see all the episodes, and afterwards I can never explain what I liked about that show. Except you and I both know that Boy Meets World is awesome, because I made you watch Disney channel repeats of it for about 3 months in 2004.

5. Miami Ink. You haven’t started watching it yet, but I can tell you want to. Just give in. You know I’m right.


The Atlantic

May 10, 2006

Page 27 – Bearing in mind I know little about politics and less about the economy, I thought this article about tax cuts was fascinating. Apparently one of the backbones of the GOP is/was the idea that if we cut taxes, government shrinks (since there is less money for those supposedly bloated government programs to spend). But! William Niskanen, a nonpartisan economist, did a little study and found that tax cuts cause government spending to go up. Uh oh! For example, after Bush’s crazy rich-person-loving tax cuts a few years ago spending increased, and the same thing happened to Reagan in the 80s. As in all things macro-economic, I bet there is an equally well-considered opposite position I could be quickly convinced of. But this is so IRONIC! And a total catch-22 for Republicans. Therefore I believe it wholeheartedly.

Page 32 – Don’t worry, we’re not going to run out of oil. This remarkably short-sighted article seems unaware of the location of all the oil. I mean, the problem isn’t that one day we’ll use the last tank of gas and then no one can go anywhere or produce any goods. The problem today is that the scarcer the oil, the more power the people standing over the oil have.

Page 34 – America has permanent military bases in Iraq, obvious implications. This is not at all the point of the article, but the sentence, "Army engineers had to bring in 100,000 tons of gravel just to build the reinforced roads," BLEW MY MIND. There’s a person in the military who figured out how many roads, and how much gravel, and where to get it, and how, and how many trips, and how many people it would take. They probably had to figure out what vehicles would be on the roads, and how often, and how heavy. That’s hot.

Page 38 – Wal-Mart employs 1.7 million people, and provides health insurance for less than half of them. Wal-Mart Watch is a pretty new organization with an awesome strategy: force Wal-Mart to call for national health-care. That is so brilliant and clever and perfect.

Page 46 – The more daughters a senator has, the more likely he votes pro-choice. This makes me have all sorts of deep thoughts, but right this second I’m interested in the apparent corollary – sons don’t have the same effect. I suppose it’s natural, since the consequences of an unplanned pregnancy are more obvious for the daughter than the son, but someone’s still pregnant, if you see what I’m saying.

Page 80 – Management theory isn’t based on actual science. Doesn’t everyone already know that? I had no idea there had ever been any attempt to claim it was scientifically based. Weird.

Page 102 – Oh my God, Caitlin Flanagan, SHUT UP. Back again with another update on the problems of upper-middle class women, Flanagan finally addresses "How to Treat the Help." Thank God someone finally had the courage to tackle this vital issue. Also, Caitlin Flanagan, I hate you. Here are a few examples of why:

  1. "At that time, I received a generous allowance from my parents, which arrived in my campus mailbox each month in the form of a check, cut and signed by their accountant." I obviously don’t have a problem with Flanagan’s parents supporting her, but I am completely confused about the inclusion of this fact in this article. She’s talking about how she took a baby-sitting job even though she didn’t need the money. I don’t need to know why, and in fact would have reached the correct conclusion without this little Flanagan tidbit. Why so specific? Why the detail about the accountant?
  2. If you read between the lines, she implies that she was actually fired because she was young and attractive.
  3. Every part of this: "[A deep South mentor lady] taught me how to treat the weekly cleaning person…I was always to pay her, even if I was out of town and didn’t need her services ("Just because you don’t need her doesn’t mean she doesn’t need her check"); … I was to understand that it was the way of domestic servants to fall short of money, and the obligation of householders to get them out of scrapes." I have no words. This was published in an actual magazine. On paper.

Page 110 – Awesomely Bitchy Review #1 – Alan Furst. The reviewer actually calls Furst’s work "bad writing." Awesome. Also, he quotes Furst’s novels to devastating effect. On Furst’s unearned reputation as a good writer of sex scenes,

"Maybe the name she told him was a lie and maybe he did the same thing, but three in the morning found them…hugging like long lost lovers, riding each other’s bottoms through the night."

Bottoms! On Furst’s punctuation,

"She was, she said, Levantine, of Greek origin, and, hair, eyes, and spirit, dark in every way…’I did have a few, suitors, for a time…’"

Ten commas! Twenty-six words! And those are Furst’s ellipses, too. And finally, on Furst’s general stupidity, a quote from the internal monologue of one of Furst’s protagonists, a graduate of "the most exclusive college in the Sorbonne… France’s Harvard, Yale and Princeton all rolled into one,"

"Albertine, tonight. His big, ugly treasure of a farm girl. Something good to eat. Vegetables, cow food – but garlic, salt, a drop of oil, and the cunning way she chopped it all up. Jesus! Was it possible that he’d reached that ghastly moment in life when the belly was more important than the prick? No! Never that! Why, he’d take that Albertine and spread her…"

If I had a nickel for every Harvard guy I heard say "cow food" and/or "spread her." Through and through, the best review I’ve ever read. I was giggling the whole time, because it’s nice for someone to just finally say, You know, that famous author is just really terrible, here, let me explain his terribleness in great detail.

Page 114 – Awesomely Bitchy Review #2 – John Updike. Too many burns to count. Just one:

"Updike has given us a black high-school teacher who, in the early years of this very century, thinks that J. Lo is a guy. And who is embarrassed to ask more about the subject. And who therefore raises his voice, at commencement, and seeks enlightenment from a sixty-three year old Jewish washout. Could anything be more hip and up-to-the-minute?"

BURN!

The Atlantic, I love you.


Cliches I Work With

May 9, 2006
  • Lady with the really long ponytail.
  • Lady who asks me if I’m "good at computers."
  • Lady who seems compelled to mention her weight several times a day, apparently loving an awkward silence.
  • Lady who actually says, "Tut-tut."
  • Guy who thinks people are following him in the hallways.
  • Lady who is coming down with something
    • Lady who wonders if you are coming down with something
    • Lady whose kid is coming down with something
    • Lady who hears something is going around
    • Lady who didn’t feel well yesterday
    • Lady who hasn’t felt well since she got back from vacation
    • Lady who heard that Other Lady is out sick, and wonders what she has – is it the thing that’s been going around?
    • Etc.
  • Lady whose pants are too short.
  • Lady who lapses into baby talk. (I am not a baby.)
  • Lady who steals my sticky-tabs.
  • Lady who declines my offer of Fritos, then eats half the bag.
  • Lady who shows me her vacation pictures within one hour of meeting me.
  • Middle-aged lady with barrettes.
  • Guy who chats in the elevators.

I have worked with all these cliches before, especially long ponytail lady, who apparently moves from job to job with me, radically changing her appearance and identity, but I always spot her because she won’t cut off her goddamn long ponytail. It’s SO LONG! There are scissors on your desk! Cut it! I’ll cut it for you, no problem.

Tomorrow: Ro reads The Atlantic.


Post Fest

May 9, 2006

I have been neglecting rota shamefully. Plus, I have lots of things I want to post about. So a post a day through the end of the week, starting right now.