Random Ramblings
Ouchie WAH WAH, people. I have a splitting pain in the right side of my head. It feels like some alien in the 7th dimension is holding an icepick to my temple, and periodically slamming it into my skull with a sledgehammer. It smarts.
Or maybe... my body is trying to do spring cleaning, and all the radioactive material has collected and gotten wedged into a nook in my skull. Could blow at any moment.
Have you ever had so many facials and massages that you just want a night at home to watch bad t.v.?
God: Small, Green, and Split Three Ways 3/17/06
Happy St. Patty's day!! Actually I didn't see it coming. But this morning my coworkers were all putting on irish accents and saying "Shannon! Me irish lassy! Why arntchya wearing any green?!?" Woops.
Things to get excited about: 1. The Wachowski brothers have a new movie out. Vendetta! 2. A new season of Dr. Who is starting on the Sci Fi channel!
Hit me! Ahhhh.... sheet. 3/13/06
Cio and I went to the gambling capital of the metro area. Atlantic City. I swear to god this place gets sleezier every time I go. People watching, as a spectator sport, could not BE any better than this. It's a continuous stream, one shocker after the next. Glances of situations that you cannot believe. The clothing, the hair, the makeup, the ages, the range of physical fitness and debilitation. Babies fresh from the womb, and old people 2 steps from the grave-- they all want to gamble. Even if they need a security blanket or an oxygen tank, just dont take them away from their Lucky Slot Machine. There were nerds, and Ho's, frat boys, and family reunions. And so much smoke you'd think the casino was pumping cigarette exhaust into the air.
At least this time we didn't see anyone excreting.
sugar 2/23/06
Snow is expected to dump down, in upstate new york. And that's good, people. Very good. Because I'm headed up for more skiing! Few things are more envigorating, relaxing, and exhausting all at once, than skiing. Each tradition can be savored... the easy slopes, the frightening ass-breaking slopes, the wine, the steaks, the hot tub, and fabulous friends. It's the perfect combination for a tasty delight.
Which is good. Because this past week has been kicking and sucking ass. Sick, tired, crabby, crappy. So bring on the snow, I want to roll around in it, and wake up.
I love NY! 2/17/06
Classic subway situation. Half the people sleeping, including myself. But I wake up when I am tapped by another passenger. I am about to say "don't fucking TOUCH me", when I see the chap is pointing to the floor. I see a flowing stream heading along the floor in my direction, with suprising speed. I notice it's about to run into my bag and I'm like "what IS that?". The chap that woke me said "it's piss". I looked and saw a homeless dude peeing away a few feet from me.
I fugging yelped and wooshed everything off the floor. But it was too late. There was Homeless Guy Pee on the bottom of my bag. It could have been Keanu Reeves' pee, I still would have been just as disgusted and pissed off, pun intended.
PEE ON MY BAG. Can you believe this?!? Maybe the subway is giving me a sign. Either that NY has gotten too gross... or that the world is going to piss all over me... or something.
Either way, that's how my 7-year old ISO bag bit the dust. It was laid to rest that night in my trash can.
Montage 2/6/06
It was just one of those nights
Is it an earthquake
But I'm always true to you darling, in my fashion
And missing thee, I walk unseen
I'll be loving you, always
Just one of those fabulous flights
A trip to the Moon on gossamer wings
just one of those things
or simply a shock
Is it the good turtle soup
or merely the mock
Yes, I'm always true to you darling in my way.
On the dry-smooth shaven green
To behold the wandering moon
Riding near her highest noon
Like one who had been led astray
Through the heaven's wide pathless way.
with a love that's true, always.
When the thing you've planned
needs my helping hand,
I will understand, I will, I will understand, always, always
Waiting for that Day 1/29/06
Where Is Spring, people? Counting the days is all I do. Is it Friday yet? Monday yet? Friday yet? Monday yet? March yet? Jesus.
Well January is coming to an end at least. And you know what that means, peeps. By right about now everyone should have received all their W-2's and 1099's and various tax forms and interest statements. This usually gets me wicked excited, but it seems like each year my Refund weedles down lower and lower. Wuzzup.
And then we have February in a few days. Valentine's day looms. I have decided to swap it around. About a week ago I heard a few guys on the street talking. These were guys in suits who work in my skyscraper. "Valentine's Day is a chic thing. It's allll about the chic. We don't get dick. Hell, if we get sex it's considered a gift!" The guy went into way too much detail after that.
But I thought, he is right. It's a holiday for women, and men generally must hate that. It's another day when they have to buy gifts to fulfill a promise Hallmark made to women everywhere. And women don't just want a gift, they want romance. And men know nothing of this (unless they've watched Johnny Depp's Don Juan de Marco at least 4 times). So the result is men are irritated, they have to spend money on crappy gifts like flowers or chocolates which scream a lack of originality, or else they just get so pissed they ignore the day altogether.
And women generally hate V-day too. Some woman in the office will receive 2 dozen roses, and the other 5,238 women go home feeling pissed off, unloved, and ready to toss their boyfriend/husband out on his ass. Nobody wins.
So I decided this year to flip it-- let it be a holiday all about the guy. Pressure is off the men, and women actually ENJOY doing stuff to make other people happy. Everybody wins! So I just have to go out and buy the roses this year, and all will be well. I don't mean roses literally... apparently the male equivalent is Sausages or Beer.
Are you with me, Ladies???
Trip 1/18/06
I was dead-asleep on the subway this morning. Out like a light. Head bobbing, mouth open, drool flowing. Magically I woke up to hear "42nd street", scooped my baggage up and bolted off the subway and started bounding up the first flight of stairs as per the usual commute. I started to wonder how I managed to be completely unconcious asleep, and then 2 seconds later I was speeding through crowds & up a stairway.
Then BAM! I fell up the stairs. As I pulled myself back up I turned to tell the people I was alright,
and to back away because I didn't need any help.
But there was no one there, no one with with a hand reaching to help me up,
in fact not a single commuter was even looking in my direction,
they just kept climbing the stairs.
Sonofa.
Happy New Year 1/1/06
2005 was a blur. Every year blurs more than the prior-- each one speeds by faster. This year was filled with so many big events... what does that mean? Not much. Big events aren't as good as Pecan Pie. But still. Courts got married (for the third and final time). Sue got married (this qualifies as about 5 events) ;-) ha! Matt got married. Jules had a baby. I got engaged& changed careers. Sean moved back to NYC. Ishane moved to NYC from Morocco. Courts & Adil moved back from Morocco. Both Jenny and Jen had babies. Eileen is prego with bebe #2. Stacey had twin premie babies. Sarah is moving to Paris. A lot to see in one year. And my changes were the smallest. In 2006 I will change all that. ;-)
All I want for Christmas is the SUBWAYS TO START !@?#$%@! RUNNING 12/18/05
Today is the third day of the transit strike. Oddly, I think NONE of my friends or family are even effected by the strike. Odd. My boy is affected, but he found a train that is even more pleasant than the subway. And I am working from home in my slippers and blasting broadway showtunes on the stereo. I hate to admit it, but until today I was wondering why anyone who is effected doesn't just work from home. Holy small mind. Like everyone in manhattan has a cubical job and a laptop.
Betty really smells though, and I ran out of my allergy meds ran out two days ago. The meds are sitting at the pharmacy waiting for me to pick them up-- 180 blocks south of here. I am being a woose not getting on my bike, but its COLD out and I have Raynauds, people!
What about this. Betty licks the floor a couple of times every day. That includes all sorts of dirt, dust, who knows. LICKS THE FLOOR. Drags her fat tongue along grime. And she never seems to get sick. What is this? Do dogs have a highly advanced immune system? And if so, why can't we study and harness this power?
730 days 12/18/05
I smell like sugar right now-- litrally. I cannot believe Christmas/Channukah is next week. Time really does seem to move faster every year. When I was young, a year was a LOOOONG time. Now it's nothing. Tell me I can do something in a year, and I'm satisfied.
Will this trend continue? 10 years from now, will a year feel the way a month does now? How fast does time speed up? Twice as fast every 5 years? Or, god forbid, is it exponential?
Two years ago feels like yesterday. Two years ago I sat at this same antique desk, but with a big clunky PC instead of my sleek iBook, and in my Jersey City teeny Condo instead of in this palacial "uptown" manhattan home, and I looked at my AOL buddy list and IM'd the one name that happened to be online, not even knowing who it was. But I was snowed-in inside my apartment, crazy bored and sick of cabin fever. We chatted a few minutes, then suddenly we decided to have dinner together. Ba-BOOM.
Frosty 12/05/05
We had our first winter snow!!! Manhattan is so perfectly beautiful in the winter. There are Xmas lights draped over all the trees (all 10 of them) and in store windows, and all the different shapes and structures and coated in bright clean white, or sparkling in the night. Manhattan is transformed into a place as beautiful as it is lively-- it's all the same, but people are bundled up in colors and the dirt/smell is temporarily eliminated by the snow coating.
Perfection, people!!
Somebody meet me outside for a snowball fight!
Jet Lag 12/01/05
People, it's getting COLD outside. And in my head the song keeps running...
My shoes want to come out & play
but baby it's cold outside
flaunt open-toed anyway
but baby it's cold outside
Oh well. IT'S THE HOLIDAY SEASON, PEEPS! My holiday spirit is rising up from the ash,
and it should be warm enough to get me through the first month of cold weather before
I REALLY start bitching.
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