I've only been back for a day, and I already feel like I'm back on the merry-go-round. Even when you've been gone for months, you never really leave this place, I guess. Or maybe it doesn't leave you.
Off to see an old friend. More later (including all of back posts I owe you, 365).
Thursday, July 31, 2008
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
travel notes
written during my long trip from NYC to Sleepy Hamlet
FLIGHT #1
- The landscape America fascinates me, especially as you travel West. I listened to podcasts for ninety minutes and just looked out the window.
- Lots of sleeping.
FLIGHT #2
- Saw a hot chick in a green blouse in the waiting area - she was making eyes at me. I really want her to be my seatmate. Even though I think that would be a bad idea.
- Got a middle-aged guy instead. He's not smelly or overweight, though, so I'll take it. Haven't seen Green Shirt Girl on the plane. Probably a good thing.
- Why can't people respect my partial claim on the armrest? I always leave a piece of it for someone else. But don't come in here and ram your arm on the whole thing. A, that's selfish, and B, I'm stubborn, so I won't move, so now we're going to have that weird arm-hair-touching sensation for the next twenty minutes.
- The kid in front of me keeps throwing her chair back, and she's dropped like six ice cubes on my bare foot. Boooooo.
- Her little sister is named "Maxine", though.
FLIGHT #3
- My window won't stay up. Boooooo.
- Taking three flights is just excessive. That was NOT a good idea.
- This plane is so loud that my noise-reducing headphones aren't helping all that much. and everything on my tray is moving from the vibration of the propellers.
- Traveling is making me grouchy.
- It is nice to have a seat to myself.
I successfully avoided plane bathrooms all day! Yippee!
Nice to be back in Sleepy Hamlet. More later.
FLIGHT #1
- The landscape America fascinates me, especially as you travel West. I listened to podcasts for ninety minutes and just looked out the window.
- Lots of sleeping.
FLIGHT #2
- Saw a hot chick in a green blouse in the waiting area - she was making eyes at me. I really want her to be my seatmate. Even though I think that would be a bad idea.
- Got a middle-aged guy instead. He's not smelly or overweight, though, so I'll take it. Haven't seen Green Shirt Girl on the plane. Probably a good thing.
- Why can't people respect my partial claim on the armrest? I always leave a piece of it for someone else. But don't come in here and ram your arm on the whole thing. A, that's selfish, and B, I'm stubborn, so I won't move, so now we're going to have that weird arm-hair-touching sensation for the next twenty minutes.
- The kid in front of me keeps throwing her chair back, and she's dropped like six ice cubes on my bare foot. Boooooo.
- Her little sister is named "Maxine", though.
FLIGHT #3
- My window won't stay up. Boooooo.
- Taking three flights is just excessive. That was NOT a good idea.
- This plane is so loud that my noise-reducing headphones aren't helping all that much. and everything on my tray is moving from the vibration of the propellers.
- Traveling is making me grouchy.
- It is nice to have a seat to myself.
I successfully avoided plane bathrooms all day! Yippee!
Nice to be back in Sleepy Hamlet. More later.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
here we go again
written on the subway: i had originally intended for this to be a "pre-written" post - but then i wrote something on wednesday. go figure.
As you read this, I'm probably sitting back, feet kicked up, enjoying the modern comforts of air travel.
(Or, I'm trapped between a screaming baby and a sweaty talkative 400 lb. man. Whichever works for you.)
Yes, The Rover is hitting the road once again. The destination is a familiar one, the place where it all started for me: Sleepy Hamlet.
I'll be there for 2 1/2 weeks of teaching (much like I did two years ago) and five days of absolute debauchery. We're having a mini-reunion of sorts - almost all of my close friends from my time are coming up, and we've promised to paint the town red. (Which will take all of five minutes.)
I'm hopeful that this will produce a wealth of fun and interesting posts. I generally have a bit of downtime each day, as well as my own room, so I really have no excuse.
See you on the other side!
As you read this, I'm probably sitting back, feet kicked up, enjoying the modern comforts of air travel.
(Or, I'm trapped between a screaming baby and a sweaty talkative 400 lb. man. Whichever works for you.)
Yes, The Rover is hitting the road once again. The destination is a familiar one, the place where it all started for me: Sleepy Hamlet.
I'll be there for 2 1/2 weeks of teaching (much like I did two years ago) and five days of absolute debauchery. We're having a mini-reunion of sorts - almost all of my close friends from my time are coming up, and we've promised to paint the town red. (Which will take all of five minutes.)
I'm hopeful that this will produce a wealth of fun and interesting posts. I generally have a bit of downtime each day, as well as my own room, so I really have no excuse.
See you on the other side!
Monday, July 28, 2008
i have nice calves
I was walking down the street in BK, minding my own business, happy to go home. I passed a guy about halfway down a particularly leafy block; he was a bit thuggish, but he was doin his thang, minding his own, so no big deal. I get maybe fifteen, twenty feet past him when he calls out, "Hey man!"
I turn around. I'm not quite sure what he's going to ask me - maybe about one of the bags on my shoulder (I had just gotten a nice computer briefcase from The Flying Squirrel)? Maybe I dropped something?
Instead, he says, "How'd you get your calves to look like that?"
Now, if you've seen my calves, you understand this question. They're kind of other-worldly. They're huge. Not huge-like-fat, but huge-like-super-muscular. A genetic gift from my parents. If I do no exercise at all, they are still super-defined. And if I really were to work them out...well, let's just say that I don't do a whole lot of lower body work at the gym because I'm afraid I'll look like a freak.
I really didn't know what to say, so I sort of laughed and said they were genetic. He laughed, too, and then I resumed walking.
It's good to know I still got it. ;-)
I turn around. I'm not quite sure what he's going to ask me - maybe about one of the bags on my shoulder (I had just gotten a nice computer briefcase from The Flying Squirrel)? Maybe I dropped something?
Instead, he says, "How'd you get your calves to look like that?"
Now, if you've seen my calves, you understand this question. They're kind of other-worldly. They're huge. Not huge-like-fat, but huge-like-super-muscular. A genetic gift from my parents. If I do no exercise at all, they are still super-defined. And if I really were to work them out...well, let's just say that I don't do a whole lot of lower body work at the gym because I'm afraid I'll look like a freak.
I really didn't know what to say, so I sort of laughed and said they were genetic. He laughed, too, and then I resumed walking.
It's good to know I still got it. ;-)
Sunday, July 27, 2008
the grilling tradition
My brother working the grill. He's almost as good as me. (But he has skinnier calves.)
Saturday, July 26, 2008
i need to put up back posts
I have all of these pictures from my trip to Montreal, but they're on Maxine's memory card, and she hasn't sent them to me yet. Slacker. (Oh, the irony of that statement.)
I also have text-message posts from the last couple of days, but I'm feeling too lazy to reach over to my bed and grab my cell phone so I can retrieve said messages, so I won't be doing THAT now.
I think I just need a break from New York. What a coincidence - I've got one coming up! More about that later...
I also have text-message posts from the last couple of days, but I'm feeling too lazy to reach over to my bed and grab my cell phone so I can retrieve said messages, so I won't be doing THAT now.
I think I just need a break from New York. What a coincidence - I've got one coming up! More about that later...
Friday, July 25, 2008
the BBQ invite
written via Facebook - maybe i should have invited all of you guys!
Hi friends -
Late July means that my parents are in town for my brother's birthday, which means that we're having our annual BBQ (which means that you can hear my mom's voice, and watch my dad talk about sandwiches). The details are all below. Let me know if you think you're coming, and maybe we can coordinate transportation details. Hope to see you up there!
Hi friends -
Late July means that my parents are in town for my brother's birthday, which means that we're having our annual BBQ (which means that you can hear my mom's voice, and watch my dad talk about sandwiches). The details are all below. Let me know if you think you're coming, and maybe we can coordinate transportation details. Hope to see you up there!
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
why i don't own a car
This is how much it cost to fill 3/4 of the tank for the car Maxine and I took to Ikea this morning. Sheesh. I can't imagine paying this every ten days. Thank God for Zipcar.
Mobile post sent by Rover using Utterz.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
i can't sleep anymore
I've always had sleep problems, dating back to my teenage years. Nothing crippling or anything; it used to be just an inability to fall asleep. That mostly went away in college.
When Maxine and I were living together five years ago, we had an insanely squeaky bed (so squeaky, in fact, that I had to warn our overnight guests about it, so they didn't think we were getting it on). I used to wake up every time I moved so that I wouldn't wake her up - and I still wake up before moving today. (Maxine and I still joke that the bed ruined our relationship.)
In 2005, I started working with a personal trainer, who pushed me to drink a gallon of water a day. That led to me getting up during the night to use the bathroom on a regular basis. But most of the time I'm able to kinda sorta stay asleep when I get up, you know what I mean?
Now, however, it's gone to a completely different level. I'll sleep for a few hours, and then I just wake up, and can't go back to sleep. This morning I woke up at 7:15, wide awake, six hours after I went to bed. The night before I fully woke up at 4:30 and just tossed and turned for two hours. I was able to doze for a little bit (and actually successfully fell asleep for an hour) but I was still up before nine.
Any suggestions? Do I need to see a doctor or something?
When Maxine and I were living together five years ago, we had an insanely squeaky bed (so squeaky, in fact, that I had to warn our overnight guests about it, so they didn't think we were getting it on). I used to wake up every time I moved so that I wouldn't wake her up - and I still wake up before moving today. (Maxine and I still joke that the bed ruined our relationship.)
In 2005, I started working with a personal trainer, who pushed me to drink a gallon of water a day. That led to me getting up during the night to use the bathroom on a regular basis. But most of the time I'm able to kinda sorta stay asleep when I get up, you know what I mean?
Now, however, it's gone to a completely different level. I'll sleep for a few hours, and then I just wake up, and can't go back to sleep. This morning I woke up at 7:15, wide awake, six hours after I went to bed. The night before I fully woke up at 4:30 and just tossed and turned for two hours. I was able to doze for a little bit (and actually successfully fell asleep for an hour) but I was still up before nine.
Any suggestions? Do I need to see a doctor or something?
Monday, July 21, 2008
i am so hungry...
...and i don't feel like making anything
and i don't feel like spending any money
so...
i guess i'm going to be hungry...
and i don't feel like spending any money
so...
i guess i'm going to be hungry...
when T9 goes wrong
written via e-mail on my cell phone - explanation in the comments
KILL! I'm Going To Slip The Vote. See You At Mind.
KILL! I'm Going To Slip The Vote. See You At Mind.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
should i stay or should i go?
written to a friend who wants me to go to the Democratic National Convention later this month
Well, I'd like to, but September is a little up in the air for me, so I can't make a decision for a couple of weeks. But I mentioned to Maxine that you had told me to go out for the DNC, and she was like, "WHAT? You HAVE to go!" So, you know, I don't want to disappoint her... ;-)
Well, I'd like to, but September is a little up in the air for me, so I can't make a decision for a couple of weeks. But I mentioned to Maxine that you had told me to go out for the DNC, and she was like, "WHAT? You HAVE to go!" So, you know, I don't want to disappoint her... ;-)
Saturday, July 19, 2008
moving is hard work
I built up my moving karma today, helping my dear friend (I can't remember if I called her "The Brooklyn Squirrel" or "The Flying Squirrel") move.
She moved out of one fourth-floor walk-up into another fourth-floor walk-up.
She had over two dozen boxes, plus a bed and dresser and table and bookcase.
I am pooped.
I have to say, though, that I actually had a fun day. Maybe it was because she bought me drinks and food, or maybe it was because she let me drive the U-Haul, or maybe it's because I got to hang out with a kick-ass all day. It was a great time.
And now, bed.
She moved out of one fourth-floor walk-up into another fourth-floor walk-up.
She had over two dozen boxes, plus a bed and dresser and table and bookcase.
I am pooped.
I have to say, though, that I actually had a fun day. Maybe it was because she bought me drinks and food, or maybe it was because she let me drive the U-Haul, or maybe it's because I got to hang out with a kick-ass all day. It was a great time.
And now, bed.
Friday, July 18, 2008
horrible is great
Do yourself a favor: in the next couple of days, clear 45 minutes out of your schedule, and go revel in the brilliance of Neil Patrick Harris and Joss Whedon in Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog.
You can thank me later. You've got to watch by Sunday at midnight; otherwise you'll have to pay to download it at iTunes.
You can thank me later. You've got to watch by Sunday at midnight; otherwise you'll have to pay to download it at iTunes.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
stuck on a slow train
written on my phone, because i had no paper and only fifteen minutes to make a quick post
I hate waiting for trains late at night.
I hate waiting for trains late at night.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
slings & arrows
I just finished the third and final season of Slings & Arrows on DVD. I have two comments:
1. This is an amazing series. I put off watching the final three episodes because I didn't want the show to end (they only did eighteen episodes over three seasons).
2. If you want to see what life at a theatre company is like, watch this show. It's not entirely accurate, but it's pretty damn close.
I'm looking for a new TV series to watch on DVD. Anyone have any suggestions?
1. This is an amazing series. I put off watching the final three episodes because I didn't want the show to end (they only did eighteen episodes over three seasons).
2. If you want to see what life at a theatre company is like, watch this show. It's not entirely accurate, but it's pretty damn close.
I'm looking for a new TV series to watch on DVD. Anyone have any suggestions?
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
fifteen minutes to spare
Thank God I got home in time to blog about...um...nothing?
My feet hurt.
The All-Star Game is still on. I hope they tie again. I like chaos.
I'm hungry. I have four wings left over from last night (teriyaki, meh).
I'm slightly annoyed that I'm not hanging out with Maxine tonight because "she wasn't planning to see me tonight".
I'm really hot.
I'm broke.
There, that was exciting, wasn't it?
I do have a good post planned for the coming week...it's a story...
My feet hurt.
The All-Star Game is still on. I hope they tie again. I like chaos.
I'm hungry. I have four wings left over from last night (teriyaki, meh).
I'm slightly annoyed that I'm not hanging out with Maxine tonight because "she wasn't planning to see me tonight".
I'm really hot.
I'm broke.
There, that was exciting, wasn't it?
I do have a good post planned for the coming week...it's a story...
Monday, July 14, 2008
oh, Montreal
You are uber cool. I mean, I've got a city - me and Brooklyn are very happy together - but if I were single and looking...you would be number one on the list.
I mean, you've got your bilingualism, which is so sexy, and your hot skinny residents. And then you throw in the smoked meat sandwiches, and the poutine, and your ultra-clean Metro, and the nightlife, and the shopping, and your cheap tasty beer...well, let's just say that you're going to make someone very happy someday. Sure you've got only two seasons (and your winter is much longer than your summer), but I can learn to live with that. Really.
So...is it OK if I see you again at some point? Brooklyn doesn't mind...
I mean, you've got your bilingualism, which is so sexy, and your hot skinny residents. And then you throw in the smoked meat sandwiches, and the poutine, and your ultra-clean Metro, and the nightlife, and the shopping, and your cheap tasty beer...well, let's just say that you're going to make someone very happy someday. Sure you've got only two seasons (and your winter is much longer than your summer), but I can learn to live with that. Really.
So...is it OK if I see you again at some point? Brooklyn doesn't mind...
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Friday, July 11, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
all packed
Headed to Montreal with Maxine for the weekend. I'll give you a full update on Tuesday, complete with pictures...
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Tuesday, July 08, 2008
don't sell the Steelers!
via text message - i asked my brother if he knew what was going on with the Rooneys (who own the Pittsburgh Steelers)
MY BROTHER: No. What is it?
ME: They're selling.
MY BROTHER: Wow. I just went and read about it online. That makes me uneasy, and now I have to go to bed.
ME: We'll talk about it tomorrow...
MY BROTHER: No. What is it?
ME: They're selling.
MY BROTHER: Wow. I just went and read about it online. That makes me uneasy, and now I have to go to bed.
ME: We'll talk about it tomorrow...
texting with an old friend
via text message
ME: Dude, did you know that Lil' Bit is living on my street? Scary...
MY FRIEND: (Another friend) told me. Major weird...Might I recommend a cross and some holy water? Perhaps a little garlic?
ME: I might sleep in a chastity belt...
ME: Dude, did you know that Lil' Bit is living on my street? Scary...
MY FRIEND: (Another friend) told me. Major weird...Might I recommend a cross and some holy water? Perhaps a little garlic?
ME: I might sleep in a chastity belt...
Monday, July 07, 2008
busy bee!
Lots going on. I had a really busy weekend, so I wasn't able to get posts up. I'll throw them on here later this evening. As for my world:
- Spent almost the whole weekend with Maxine, which went really well. Very exciting. We're supposed to be going to Montreal this weekend...
- ...except this job I applied for keeps dicking me around. I should know about it in the next day or two; it's supposed to start on Thursday, which would mean no Canada trip for me. As bad as I need the money, I would almost rather go on my vacation. I've been looking forward to the trip for two months...
- I have another audition scheduled via video tape. It's for a role I've played before, but landing the gig would mean that I would work from the beginning of August to the middle of April. That would be amazing for my bank account.
- Back to the temp job tomorrow; I'm not reading anything else on the internet tonight, in case I need material to read tomorrow.
Time for dinner.
- Spent almost the whole weekend with Maxine, which went really well. Very exciting. We're supposed to be going to Montreal this weekend...
- ...except this job I applied for keeps dicking me around. I should know about it in the next day or two; it's supposed to start on Thursday, which would mean no Canada trip for me. As bad as I need the money, I would almost rather go on my vacation. I've been looking forward to the trip for two months...
- I have another audition scheduled via video tape. It's for a role I've played before, but landing the gig would mean that I would work from the beginning of August to the middle of April. That would be amazing for my bank account.
- Back to the temp job tomorrow; I'm not reading anything else on the internet tonight, in case I need material to read tomorrow.
Time for dinner.
Saturday, July 05, 2008
big plans
via text message to Maxine
I just got home myself. I'm going to watch some tv, drink a beer, and go to bed.
I just got home myself. I'm going to watch some tv, drink a beer, and go to bed.
Friday, July 04, 2008
party texting
ME: Hey cutes...
MAXINE: Omg. What a scene
ME: You're getting a taste of what you missed in college!
MAXINE: Oh honey, i didn't miss this. And don't miss it now.
ME: Well, just be thankful that I'm not that sloppy.
MAXINE: VERY thankful.
MAXINE: Omg. What a scene
ME: You're getting a taste of what you missed in college!
MAXINE: Oh honey, i didn't miss this. And don't miss it now.
ME: Well, just be thankful that I'm not that sloppy.
MAXINE: VERY thankful.
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
temp blues
Normally, I don't mind a little air conditioning, but the temp job has the temperature cranked way down. I nearly froze today. I was thrilled to see six o'clock.
The job is getting on my nerves. I was basically given no instructions, and people keep expecting me to do different tasks, like timesheets, or setting up meetings. Um, shouldn't somebody show me how to do this? And I'm in a corner cubicle, so people stream in and out all day, having birthday cakes and beers, and I'm not invited to any of it. It kind of sucks. I won't be sad to leave there after tomorrow.
Off to make an appearance at a part, and then see Hancock with my brother.
The job is getting on my nerves. I was basically given no instructions, and people keep expecting me to do different tasks, like timesheets, or setting up meetings. Um, shouldn't somebody show me how to do this? And I'm in a corner cubicle, so people stream in and out all day, having birthday cakes and beers, and I'm not invited to any of it. It kind of sucks. I won't be sad to leave there after tomorrow.
Off to make an appearance at a part, and then see Hancock with my brother.
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