Throw out 50 things

Inspired by http://makeundermylife.com/ and because I have to move soon, I threw out 50 things. (Some of it was not actually thrown out, it will go to Goodwill or to relatives). Let me know if you want some mediocre books or video games. It felt really good to do this, highly recommended.

1. Christmas gift wrapping kit. Barely used, low-quality.

2. Old moisutrizer.

3. Yarn.

4. Weird face mask thing. Not that relaxing.

5. Butter dish. I thought I was too good for the fridge door.

6. Terrible flashlight.

7. Mysterious unopened rubbing alcohol.

8. Belt that is too big.

9. Humidifier. Nice, but I didn’t use it all winter, so.

10. Extremely old makeup bag.

11. Useless cat hair brush.

12. Gamecube.

13-15. Gamecube games: super monkey ball, XII, and NBA Street.

16-18. GBA games: Meteos, Urbz, Phoenix Wright.

19. Old mouse.

20. Toaster.

21. Shoes.

22. “Art”

23-30. Books I do not love.

31. Some face thing that came free with something else.

32. Toothpaste for sensitive teeth, which you use for the 6 months before you just give in and get the root canal.

33. Stronger version of #32.

34. Perfume.

35. Eye cream.

36. Ha! This is a monitor cleaner thing I got in law school.

37. Fancy purple paper I bought for a wedding thing in 2006.

38. Last year’s desk calendar. I was keeping it because it is pretty.

39. Broken pen.

40. The stickers that came with this year’s terrible Christmas gift calendar.

41. Old gloves.

42. Old hats.

43. Flor samples.

44. Socks.

45. Underwear (not shown).

46. Weird shirt I can’t figure out how to wear. It’s a fuzzy sweater, but it’s a tank top? What?

47. Shirt from the Gap that basically got holes everywhere the first time I washed it.

48. Pajama pants that I am confused by. What indoor temperature requires sweat capris?

49. Earmuff packaging.

50. Supersize bag of cotton balls, unopened.

Ten rejected blog entry ideas

Idea [Reason for rejection]

1. When is Google going to get rid of the Gmail invites module in my sidebar? [Too Seinfeldian]
2. Figure out which Rolling Stone cover band/musician has sold the fewest albums. [Only interesting to me, too much work]
3. Why are my hands different colors? [I don't want to know the answer. Hand cancer, probably]
4. Something about my cat. [Violates cat talk ban]
5. Cliff game news: Jen made me make out with Paula Abdul. [I don't want to talk about it]
6. American Idol talk: I do not like Adam Lambert’s voice. [I hate things so often that no one cares anymore]
7. What’s life going to be like without cable? [More interesting question is when will I cave and get it? I mean, I have to get internet anyway, it's not THAT much more. Who had "immediately" in the pool?]
8. This morning the cat… [Oops]
9. I totally like music now, you guys! [Everyone else already knows about music]
10. Stuff I invented: grilled cheese, ice cream cake, cardigan over t-shirt, music videos, using a bowl instead of a plate, not putting fabric softener in with the towels, non-vinyl shower curtain liners, cinnamon sugar toast, peeling grapefruit, French, Battlestar Galactica [Jen says I don't know what "invent" means]

Should I be More Worried?

Hee, those of you who know me are, right now, screaming, “Please sweet Jesus how could you worry MORE?” But I meant specifically in the context of the election. Last night, as expected, Hils won South Dakota, Obama won Montana, and Obama got the few remaining delegates he needed to clinch the party nomination.

Time out to note that I am just drinking my coffee, so this is not going to be some great masterpiece of political discourse here. Or even a coherent essay. Just words.

Ok, so I have a lot of thoughts. The funniest thing that happened last night was that on CNN, tiny, tiny Larry King was talking to various heads about Clinton and her not-concession speech (she’s sleeping on it? I guess?) and Lanny Davis (he of the petition to make Obama pick Clinton for VP) was talking about how Clinton is just the bestest that ever was and her speech was awesome and she’ll totally concede when Obama has the nomination, etc.  All the while behind him, teamsters were loudly and casually breaking down the stage and chairs and whatnot.  Mmmm, obvious symbolism.

As for the whole VP think, I do not want Clinton as VP.  She and Obama differ too greatly on how to effect change.  People decided (not by a lot, granted) that they want to see what this new guy can do, and bringing Clinton doesn’t really work with that.  Also, she is pretty mad, you know?  I’d be concerned that she would still try to have her way and be the boss.  Arianna Huffington got all fired up at one point, pointing out that if you bring Hillary Clinton on, you of course also get Bill, and now you have to deal with them both.  And, let’s face it, Bill has been kind of a baby.

But people seem to want me to think that the party is badly divided, and that we need Clinton to be VP to bring it together.  Feh.  I just don’t feel that it is that badly broken up right now, but maybe that’s just where I live and who I know.  Certainly, Barack isn’t going to hold a grudge and be mad that he only secured the nomination by a few delegates.  I do think that we need Clinton to basically tell her people: “Ok, I lost, now you have to get behind this guy, ok? It’s really important.”  And I do worry that she will be petty and not do that without the VP nod.  But only for a bit; I have to believe that in the end she knows it is more important that Obama beat McCain than it is that she pout about not being on the ticket.  Still, the longer she refuses to bring her people over because she is hoping for a consolation prize, the more intractable some of those Clinton supporters will become.

I just find it difficult to believe that there are Clinton backers SO PUT OUT by her loss that come fall, they will not vote or they will vote for McCain.  Really?  I mean, I guess that dude in West Virginia who thought Barack was a Muslim and Michelle was an atheist (which does not compute) and if elected, Obama would put too many “coloreds” in White House jobs…yeah.  So that guy is probably out.  But things just don’t feel all that fractured to me, maybe because Obama seems so likable, I can’t imagine people not getting behind him.

Apparently, though, I am supposed to be worried about the party.  But I’m not.  So.

Kind of petered out

A series of late, brief posts in the last few days of this. Sad!

I’m sick, I think. There’s a thing, when I breathe? I don’t know, sometimes when I work a lot I can’t really tell if I am sick or just so tired that my parts aren’t working right. I guess maybe there isn’t really a difference between those.

This weekend though, I don’t think I have to work, and I am going to play the heck out of my new games and lie about and see a movie and it is all going to be de-lightful!

A suggestion

To the makers of Rock Band: Please make a level of difficulty between easy and medium. Easy is way too easy after the first couple of tries, and then medium (while I am sure gets easier with practice) is kind of a big jump. Easy has only single notes, and they come at you slow. But medium is faster, has double notes, and has split notes. That is maybe one too many additional things for me to switch to.

Trying to tell me something?

I keep running into this girl I went to high school with. We were on track and cross-country together, and were friends, but not people who hung out outside of school.

The first time I saw her in Boston was at the Vinny Testa’s on Beacon in Brookline, while I was in law school. I couldn’t figure out why my waitress looked so familiar. About halfway through lunch, I realized who it was, but at that point, it seemed awkward to say something. She had looked at me as though she also thought I looked familiar, but I don’t know if she figured out who I was at any point.

About a year ago I saw her on the T, at least I think I did, but she was on the other side of the car and it was crowded. But today I saw her in the commuter rail. I was coming back into town after Thanksgiving dinner at my mom’s, and she sat down in the seat across the aisle from me.

And again I didn’t say anything. I feel a little bad about that, but we weren’t very good friends, and after catching up for 5 minutes, we’d have nothing to say and we’d still be sitting on the train next to each other. I preferred to just avoid that awkwardness.

I do think it is really weird that of all the people who went to high school with me, and who I KNOW live in Boston, I only see this girl. And not just see her, she ends up being my waitress at lunch and sitting right next to me on a big train. Seems very unlikely. What’s up, universe?

Quick and Dirty

I want to post a real post today, but am having a DAY AND A HALF at work, so while I will endeavor to make time for a real one, it will probably just be this. Yes, this partial paragraph. That’s it.

Wow, in the time it took me to write that sentence, 3 more annoying/work-making things have happened here. So I guess that’s all for today?

Join me next time for another gripping episode of “My Job: Annoying.”

11pm: Non-Urgent Chore Time!

I have a bad habit of deciding to do the most random chores before I go to bed. So it will be 11pm, I’ll head to my room to get ready for bed, and then I’ll think, yes, now would be a excellent time to put these sweaters I ordered from the Gap (because I have resigned myself to having a work uniform, and also they are sofffft) away. While I am at it, it looks like they have stupid sown a blue tag onto this cream sweater and you can see the blue thread. I’ll just use these tiny scissors to painstakingly remove the offending blue thread and (three!) tags. Oh, I should thrown these old plastic dry cleaning covers away, they’ve been therefore for four months already, but now seems like the time.

I’m sure it is just my subconscious desire to put off going to bed under the guise of productivity, because the longer I put off bed, the longer I put off having to go back into work. Yes, it makes me tired.

Removing those tags did remind me to post, at least, so I’ve avoided failing NaBloPoMo some more.

I do not like retyping!

I wrote an entry, but had apparently been logged out of WordPress, so it deleted it. It was boring anyhow.

Not to be all cranky, but Sunday night is the worst! Though I am pretty happy that I decided not to work today (possibly something I’ll regret this week) and instead got a mess of chores done, played Zelda, watched football, and tried to chip away at the Tivo backlog.

I finally tried the Chipotle that opened in Davis. If you don’t know the area, we already have like 5 burrito places within about a 15 minute round trip walk of each other, including two Anna’s, a Qdoba, and a Boca Grande. Chipotle was delicious, but not so different from Qdoba that I’d go there instead, unless I was walking past it.

I can’t decide if I like Amy Poehler’s new haircut. I think yes.

That’s all – it’s Sunday, after all.

Fine then.

Ok, Internet. I GET IT. I’ll participate in NaBloPoMo, just please stop pressuring me. 

See, it’s like drugs – the first post is so easy, because you can just post about how you’re going to participate. And I expect I will also totally cheat by some days just posting pictures. Here I am, participating away!

Stay tuned, each and every day, for more participation. Internet, I fully expect reciprocation here – there had better be tons of interesting posts for me to read every day when I get bored at work.