Friday, June 13

The Revival

Back for now, possibly!

Have a new job, and thus a new life (to some degree), and remembering (perhaps incorrectly) how much I enjoyed blogging.  And here I am.

Long story short:
First had a blog.
Then had the blog for work.
Then didn't need to blog for work.
And now I have a new job.
I am now in a completely Sliding-Doors/180-degree/Bizarro-World version of my old career.  And it's not just the diametrically opposed differences in my responsibilities and the industry, but also the culture and the people.  But I'm starting to think it's not so much that things are really different here, it's that I'm finally realizing that there is nothing "normal" about the entertainment industry; I'm just experiencing "the regular world" for the first time and it is taking me a bit of getting used to.

Oh my childish wonder, when I am informed of the mundane:
"No, you don't have to do that, we have a department that handles that."

Or even better:
"Memorial Day?  Of course you don't have to come in!  We're closed, silly!"

Oh my God.  Yeah, HOLIDAYS.  Holidays belong to me now!  Not that I minded so much before; after all, it was understood that holidays and weekends are just names for regular days in the week, such is the nature of "the biz".

But now, if we're approaching the end of the week before a long weekend, I no longer have to panic about mapping out how the next few days will go, in order to get an entire long-weekend's worth of work done by 5PM on Friday (a.k.a. 8PM on Friday).   Instead, I get to look forward to an easy Friday that will probably end early, since everyone else will also be taking off earlier than usual.

And -- GET THIS -- apparently, most people in the world also do this.

Pret-ty effing amazing.

And now, I get to be one of them.

One of The Normals.

I love them.  They're so ... polite.

Tuesday, July 24

Road Bad

I travel this one rural road every day to work.  

And last month, I hit a terrible pothole.  Brutal.  Like, I felt the jolt of it radiate from my butt to the top of my head (as it hit the roof my car interior.  And I am short.)

The same pothole has been there for nearly a month.  Worsened by the fact that it doesn't even look like a pothole, or anything worthy of bracing yourself while soccer-momming the nearest passenger.
If you'd like to ruin your vehicle's suspension, here's where you can go to do it:
Beautiful, historic Canal Road, in Griggstown, NJ (07/24/12)

If I don't need a new suspension soon, then I will probably need a whole new car altogether.  And a new skull.  Or something to fill in the skull-shaped dent in the roof of my car.

But something happened.  If you have any doubts that your fellow man is not looking out for you, good citizen, well think again.

Monday, July 23

Another Fail Cause By Social Media

You know the arrow "hidden" in the Fed Ex logo?

Notice how the moment you finally "see" it, you never not see it?

It's sort of annoying actually.

(And if you don't know what I mean, this is me now rocking your visual world:   If you look at the white space between the E and the X in the logo, it forms the shape of an arrow.  Coincidental?  Intentional? Clever subtle brand marketing?  Meh,  I don't know.  It's a shape, and it's there.  Much like the way the white-spaces under the beautiful golden arches of McDonald's big M are phallus-shaped.  Oh, sorry, did you not already know that?)

Anyhoo, I liken this to the anthropological discovery I've made, thanks to Facebook, and specifically My Newsfeed.

And that is:  Some People Just Really Do Sorta Suck.

"ANY Super Power, you say?"

The ability to apply CTRL + Z in real life. 

 1)   That is my answer when the question (in question) comes up either in an all-important online poll -- the ones that enable your friends to know The Real You more fully.... OR in a 2am lazy scramble for a brilliant conversation topic. Yes, the type of brilliant conversations at 2am that can only happen between two people who probably shouldn't be driving home.

<<  The Question in question being: "If you could have, like, any super power at all, what would it be?" >>

2) When you ask me that question, don't tell me that CTRL+Z-ing in real life doesn't count because it potentially wrecks with that ever-fragile "time-space continuum".  Because I will hit you with my flux capacitor made of my open palm and say, "You're a fricking idiot."

Friday, December 2

The Secret Maid

Wasn't me!  (or was it??) Ever hear a story that is SO outrageous, but somewhat believable... because there are details in it that are so specific that only a few certain people would know of its truth?  A story so elaborate and detailed, only made even more outrageous because ....  the story is about YOU????

This happened to me quite recently.  Wednesday, in fact, when Shinn came in to work early.

For some reason, we started reminiscing about old friends, and old flames, and old homes, and old parties... and pretty soon we were talking about "that one Christmas party".

Which one, you ask?   In fact, I did ask, because there quite a many Christmas parties.