April 28, 2009
Monday Musings - No. 1, Vol. 10
No Musings because the only thing that matters today is the Uprise. Rip City! Go Blazers!
April 21, 2009
Email Server Down = Blogging
I didn't do a musings post yesterday because I forgot. This is a common theme in my life. I forget a lot of things. For example, I went to Target last night to get a prescription, some cleaning supplies, and poop bags for the dog piles. I remembered everything...except the poo bags. Frick. I need to make lists.
But I can muse away until our Outlook server gets fixed at work...
My fellow nerds and I get free fruit at work. It's organic and all that good stuff, but the fruit is rarely ripe enough for human consumption. I shouldn't complain because, well, free is free. But still. An underripe pear tastes awful.
The house is going to market soon. Like, in a week or so. Holy crap.
Chace Crawford's man-bangs looked especially bangy on last night's Gossip Girl. He's too pretty.
I've been obsessed with eating Sun Chips lately. Perhaps there's a correlation between SUN Chips and actually having SUN in the sky around here. I don't know.
Speaking of the sun, Maddie (the puggle) loves her some sunbeams. I mean, she loves sunbeams like nobody's business. If Boris - or anyone, really - gets in that sunbeam where she's lazing about, she gets really pissy.
The Blazers will win tonight. They will. They have to.
I realize I still haven't written a post about my Jeopardy! experience. Maybe closer to July 1st I will.
Less than two months until Boston. Heck yes. Buuuut, here's something bizarre: We are staying at the Marriott Copley Square, which is where the Craigslist Killer murdered one of his victims. Is it gauche to call the front desk and ask them to NOT put us on the floor where she was killed?
The server is back up and functional. Time to work.
But I can muse away until our Outlook server gets fixed at work...
My fellow nerds and I get free fruit at work. It's organic and all that good stuff, but the fruit is rarely ripe enough for human consumption. I shouldn't complain because, well, free is free. But still. An underripe pear tastes awful.
The house is going to market soon. Like, in a week or so. Holy crap.
Chace Crawford's man-bangs looked especially bangy on last night's Gossip Girl. He's too pretty.
I've been obsessed with eating Sun Chips lately. Perhaps there's a correlation between SUN Chips and actually having SUN in the sky around here. I don't know.
Speaking of the sun, Maddie (the puggle) loves her some sunbeams. I mean, she loves sunbeams like nobody's business. If Boris - or anyone, really - gets in that sunbeam where she's lazing about, she gets really pissy.
The Blazers will win tonight. They will. They have to.
I realize I still haven't written a post about my Jeopardy! experience. Maybe closer to July 1st I will.
Less than two months until Boston. Heck yes. Buuuut, here's something bizarre: We are staying at the Marriott Copley Square, which is where the Craigslist Killer murdered one of his victims. Is it gauche to call the front desk and ask them to NOT put us on the floor where she was killed?
The server is back up and functional. Time to work.
April 14, 2009
LiLo Needs A Date
I love celebrity gossip. I enjoy reading about these crazy trainwrecks who make mistake after mistake...only to go to rehab, then make the same mistakes again. My favorite trainwreck is Lindsay Lohan. This chick is Crazy...yes, with a capital C. On one of my favorite gossip sites, LaineyGossip, I came across an amazing video posted yesterday from Funny or Die.
The Lohan eHarmony ad. It's magnificent.
The Lohan eHarmony ad. It's magnificent.
April 13, 2009
Columbine
I know, the title of this post, especially if you were a high school senior on April 20, 1999, like I was, is a downer. Nearly ten years ago, I came home from school and watched hours upon hours of news coverage of the shooting at Columbine High School. My dad and I were transfixed - I'm sure he was scared that something like this could happen to his own high school senior, but I was scared for a different reason. I didn't think it would happen to me or my class, but I worried for a long time that it would happen again, somewhere, but would be much worse. I couldn't help but think, This is just the beginning.
During our drive to Lewiston on Saturday morning, I was perusing a recent edition of Newsweek on my Kindle, and saw a review of a new book, Columbine, written by Dave Cullen, and decided to download it. (Side note: we were driving past Boardman, OR when I came across this review and decided to get the book. Two minutes later, it was downloaded to my Kindle and ready to go. I LOVE my Kindle.) Cullen spent the last ten years working on this book, and his work has paid off tremendously. He doesn't shy away from the gory details or from the mindsets of the killers and he's very candid about the mistakes he and the rest of the media made in the aftermath of the shootings, when statements from traumatized teenagers were spun into "true" legends disseminated for a public that was so eager to understand why? The law enforcement teams are also called on the carpet by Cullen, most notably for not revealing the lack of interest that some detectives had in earlier violent incidents committed by Eric Harris, the massacre's mastermind.
The book is incredibly moving, meticulously researched, and unflinching in its analysis of a town forever changed by the shootings. While the students proved to be surprisingly resilient in the face of such atrocities, the parents and school administrators' post-shooting lives paint a much different story. One of the survivor's mothers killed herself shortly after her paralyzed daughter started physical therapy. Several sets of parents and teachers ended up divorcing. Cullen shows us how the wounds never healed for so many, yet stories like that of Patrick Ireland, who was severly injured after being shot in the head but who fought his way back to nearly-full use of his limbs and cognitive functions, are beyond inspiring.
Cullen's Columbine is a powerful book. For those of you who remember watching it all unfold on TV, remember the stories of the "Trenchcoat Mafia", remember all the rumors of jocks being targeted by sullen outcasts with no friends, READ this. It debunks so many of the Columbine attack myths and paints a much more frightening, tragic and real picture of Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold and what really led them to kill 12 of their classmates, a beloved teacher, and finally themselves.
During our drive to Lewiston on Saturday morning, I was perusing a recent edition of Newsweek on my Kindle, and saw a review of a new book, Columbine, written by Dave Cullen, and decided to download it. (Side note: we were driving past Boardman, OR when I came across this review and decided to get the book. Two minutes later, it was downloaded to my Kindle and ready to go. I LOVE my Kindle.) Cullen spent the last ten years working on this book, and his work has paid off tremendously. He doesn't shy away from the gory details or from the mindsets of the killers and he's very candid about the mistakes he and the rest of the media made in the aftermath of the shootings, when statements from traumatized teenagers were spun into "true" legends disseminated for a public that was so eager to understand why? The law enforcement teams are also called on the carpet by Cullen, most notably for not revealing the lack of interest that some detectives had in earlier violent incidents committed by Eric Harris, the massacre's mastermind.
The book is incredibly moving, meticulously researched, and unflinching in its analysis of a town forever changed by the shootings. While the students proved to be surprisingly resilient in the face of such atrocities, the parents and school administrators' post-shooting lives paint a much different story. One of the survivor's mothers killed herself shortly after her paralyzed daughter started physical therapy. Several sets of parents and teachers ended up divorcing. Cullen shows us how the wounds never healed for so many, yet stories like that of Patrick Ireland, who was severly injured after being shot in the head but who fought his way back to nearly-full use of his limbs and cognitive functions, are beyond inspiring.
Cullen's Columbine is a powerful book. For those of you who remember watching it all unfold on TV, remember the stories of the "Trenchcoat Mafia", remember all the rumors of jocks being targeted by sullen outcasts with no friends, READ this. It debunks so many of the Columbine attack myths and paints a much more frightening, tragic and real picture of Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold and what really led them to kill 12 of their classmates, a beloved teacher, and finally themselves.
April 6, 2009
Monday Musings, No. 1 Vol. 9
Springtime abounds here in the Portland area and I am thrilled. Sad too, because according to the most recent forecast, the rains will return in a few short days. But hey, I'm enjoying the nice weather while I can - even if that means working from my patio or deck if need be. Musings filled with sunshine...
I love when Bravo shows Serendipity three or four times in a day. It's one of those movies that I guess I should own, but I just don't.
The containers of pre-cut fruit at Whole Foods (or, if you are my friend Adrea, Whole Paycheck...love that name) are a great idea. Especially if you are only trying to feed yourself.
Staging our house is a lot of work. But not as much as I anticipated. Yet.
The usual place where I take the dogs for their big-time grooms is being forced to find a new location. I am sad about this, however, they are holding a big sale so I need to try and get the pooches some new collars for a lovely discount.
I am so excited that the Blazers are in the playoffs. It's unfortunate they couldn't bother to play like a playoff team against Houston last night, though.
I can't wait to get some new capris for the spring and summer. I love capris.
The husband just realized that ShamWow Vince is also Slap Chop Vince. He needs to watch more TV.
On TLC, they keep showing those "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant" shows. I refuse to believe a woman can be that clueless to NOT know. Babies move around in utero...shoot, my best friend's second kid nearly turned her abdomen into a horror flick with all his kicking and what not. Seriously: How can you NOT know?
I love Easter. Holy week is pretty depressing, but I do love me some Easter. And to spend it with my family this year will be great. Bittersweet, but great.
I cannot wait for our Boston trip. Just a little over two months to go...
I'm not doing so well on getting through my 2009 Book List. I need to pick up the pace.
Again, the Blazers are in the playoffs and I will be at every home game - RIP CITY!
I love when Bravo shows Serendipity three or four times in a day. It's one of those movies that I guess I should own, but I just don't.
The containers of pre-cut fruit at Whole Foods (or, if you are my friend Adrea, Whole Paycheck...love that name) are a great idea. Especially if you are only trying to feed yourself.
Staging our house is a lot of work. But not as much as I anticipated. Yet.
The usual place where I take the dogs for their big-time grooms is being forced to find a new location. I am sad about this, however, they are holding a big sale so I need to try and get the pooches some new collars for a lovely discount.
I am so excited that the Blazers are in the playoffs. It's unfortunate they couldn't bother to play like a playoff team against Houston last night, though.
I can't wait to get some new capris for the spring and summer. I love capris.
The husband just realized that ShamWow Vince is also Slap Chop Vince. He needs to watch more TV.
On TLC, they keep showing those "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant" shows. I refuse to believe a woman can be that clueless to NOT know. Babies move around in utero...shoot, my best friend's second kid nearly turned her abdomen into a horror flick with all his kicking and what not. Seriously: How can you NOT know?
I love Easter. Holy week is pretty depressing, but I do love me some Easter. And to spend it with my family this year will be great. Bittersweet, but great.
I cannot wait for our Boston trip. Just a little over two months to go...
I'm not doing so well on getting through my 2009 Book List. I need to pick up the pace.
Again, the Blazers are in the playoffs and I will be at every home game - RIP CITY!
April 2, 2009
Slacking off...
Yep, that's me. Slacking off this week. I'm going to go ahead and blame mental exhaustion from Jeopardy! last week, even though I know that excuse is already way old.
Tomorrow I plan to write a lengthy and probably semi-boring post about what it's like to be on the show. I am ONLY writing about my initial feelings. I can't give away how I did - and yes, the producers can and will find me and my little blog too - or I will not get my money. And nothing gets in the way of me and my stacks, yo.
I thought all day yesterday about April Fools' Day pranks and came up with nothing. My best prank of all time though was in 2001, when I called my stepmom from school and told her, through my surprisingly effective fake tears, that my sorority's charter had been revoked and we were all being told to leave the house immediately. I was going on and on: Where would I live? How would I afford it? Could I move home if I needed to? Bless her heart, my stepmom bought it hook, line and sinker, until I cracked up and told her "April Fools!" Yeah, she didn't sound overly impressed, but I know she was. I've always been a horrible liar but I finally got her.
Tomorrow I plan to write a lengthy and probably semi-boring post about what it's like to be on the show. I am ONLY writing about my initial feelings. I can't give away how I did - and yes, the producers can and will find me and my little blog too - or I will not get my money. And nothing gets in the way of me and my stacks, yo.
I thought all day yesterday about April Fools' Day pranks and came up with nothing. My best prank of all time though was in 2001, when I called my stepmom from school and told her, through my surprisingly effective fake tears, that my sorority's charter had been revoked and we were all being told to leave the house immediately. I was going on and on: Where would I live? How would I afford it? Could I move home if I needed to? Bless her heart, my stepmom bought it hook, line and sinker, until I cracked up and told her "April Fools!" Yeah, she didn't sound overly impressed, but I know she was. I've always been a horrible liar but I finally got her.
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