Oh OH oh!

And Colleen’s back from Allagash! I love that word - Allagash!

Survey

Last Cigarette: A long time ago as far as you are concerned.
Last Alcoholic Drink: Monday night - Amy got me a White Russian at the Tunnel Bar.
Last Car Ride: To Northampton
Last Kiss: Wednesday AM from TIRH before he went back to the beach
Last Good Cry: Tuesday morning. CORRECTION: I cried last night during the DNC, which is more recently, but still before I originally took this survey. I didn’t cry during the DNC because the speeches were good. I cried because I have so much hope for the Democratic party of the future and yet I know that the DNC is 75% lies, lies, lies.
Last Library Book: Middlesex by Eugenides. Sadly I haven’t gone to the library since I lived in Amherst.
Last book bought: David Sedaris’ Dress Your Family . . . (it was a gift)
Last Book Read: David Sedaris’ Dress Your Family . . .
Last Movie Seen in Theatres: Fahrenheit 9/11
Last Movie Rented: Sex and the City Season Six Volumes 1 and 2
Last Cuss Word Uttered: hmmm. I can’t remember. I’m sure I was swearing at Molly the cat this morning.
Last Beverage Drank: Water
Last Food Consumed: Yogurt
Last Crush: TIRH (and uh, Hal Sparks, but not as much and I’m totally over him)
Last Phone Call: from a DNC delegate
Last TV Show Watched: NBC Today Show
Last Time Showered: 6:15 a.m.
Last Shoes Worn: tan sandals
Last CD Played: Stereolab in my car
Last Item Bought: yogurt at the gas station
Last Download: a zip file - web files for a site I’ve agreed to help out with.
Last Annoyance: ripped up campaign sign in my driveway (see previous post)
Last Disappointment: not sure
Last Soda Drank: Seltzer water last night (that’s soda, right?)
Last Thing Written: blog entry
Last Key Used: car
Last Words Spoken: “Have a good weekend” as a co-worker left for the day.
Last Sleep: last night. I fell asleep during Kerry’s speech, too.
Last Ice Cream Eaten: Dairy Queen after a four hour meeting on Sunday (I felt I deserved it)
Last Chair Sat In: Er, this desk chair at ____ College
Last Webpage Visited: LA Seminarian

No title for you!

I’m starting to detox from my hellish week. Everyone leaves the temp job office early on Fridays, so I’m doing a little unwinding.

This week: First Amy moved to Florida and then work got a little hectic with the DNC stuff. It was very difficult to say goodbye to Amy, but I’m proud to report that I haven’t cried since Tuesday morning (at work.) God I hope nobody noticed. And I haven’t forgotten to continue the list of reasons why Amy rocks. In fact, I’ll have some at the end of this post. I think they’ll be less melancholy from here on out, because I just can’t take any more of the melancholy.

Also this week: Ela was transferred to Kelly while TIRH M. was away on vacation. So it seemed like I was the person who was giving her the car since J wasn’t there to take all of the credit. Ha ha! That’s what you get for going on vacation! Ha!

Here’s one for you: Punk move or typical landlord behavior? I’d asked someone to drop off a campaign sign at my apartment for a local race. Like any good campaign worker, the person who dropped it off was there three days early and kindly hammered it into the ground for me, assuming I’d had permission to have it there. As soon as it went up, my landlord apparently grabbed it and threw it in the garbage. I didn’t really know the sign’s whereabouts for a week, but this morning as I was pulling out of my driveway, I saw the sign crumpled up in a garbage can at the end of the driveway. Now I know I’m at fault for not asking persmission to have the sign up, but the campaign worker WAS early (before I had time to ask) and besides, unless you’re clearly a jerkoff you don’t rip up the sign. You prop it up somewhere and ask someone if it belongs to them. I could have returned it to the campaign had it not been completely ruined. Am I the jackass or is he? Or are we both jackasses? Do I really want to know answers to this? Only respond about me being a jackass if you are talking in terms of this issue. I don’t want to hear that I’m a jackass in general. I can’t handle that right now, people.

Anyway,

Another few reasons Amy rocks:
11) She’s thoughtful. Ash reports that she left him a full roll of toilet paper at her old apartment.
12) She pays her debts to society. She’s going to post a lot of good stuff from Orlando on her blog. That’s her punishment for moving away.
13) She’s friendly. She told me on the phone yesterday that she let a strange man into her apartment so he didn’t have to wait in his hot car. Wait. She let a strange man into her apartment. Is this a cry for attention Amy? Do you want us to worry about you?

smacked around like prawns

TIRH M. writes:

“today the water were huge with a powerful undertow. bob and i got smacked around like prawns. it was fun. sore neck and side. bob very sore ribs. i ran into other people twice dee learned texas hold em. i learned how the betting works too.:)”

I like how the smiley has become its own kind of punctuation.

Men on vacation

TIRH M. writes:

“We’re watching the red sox. Bob is teaching Packy how to kick playing cases to get them to quick to his forehead. Dee is playing the hand held poker game. Dee wants to learn texas hold em. Bob’s idea.:)”

Let me know if you need these translated.

Blogging the Beach

Not to be outdone by Eileen’s and my quasi-convention-blog, TIRH is going to be providing blog coverage of the beach via text messages. He is, of course, away again on vacation this week–this time with his father, brothers and kids. That’s lots of boys for one rental house.

As with any good TIRH M. story, this one starts in Holyoke:

“Oh, i say ozzy osb ourne at dunkin doughnuts.:) long straight black hair walked and talked slow. i inferred the rest. :)”

His text-message skills are rivaling his moblogging skills for sure. This is going to be fun. I hope you’ll join me. Don’t worry: I’ll leave out the messages that say “I miss you,” “How are the cats?” or “you better not be out with other guys.” Those are meant just for me.

This Land is made

for right-wing nutjobs and weenie liberals.

the crying game

It seems it’s already begun — Amy’s last weekend in Western Mass is upon us and she doesn’t know this but I have already started crying (last night) and will probably cry on and off until about this time next week.

It’s true that she’ll be back in the area more than I have anticipated, but of course no matter how many times, it won’t be nearly enough. So, in her honor and in order to pile on her as much guilt as possible for abandoning us, I’ve decided to blog a bit about what makes her so great (and little memories as they come to me, although I’ll keep it PG so as not to incriminate anyone). Here are the first ten of many things:

1) She never, ever gets mad. I’m such a pain in the ass, yet Amy has never really gotten mad at me or shown anger towards me. How is that possible? Did I mention I’m a pain in the ass?
2) She got arrested and 22News taped the whole thing. Or was it ABC40? No matter, I witnessed her civil disobedience on the 5 o’clock news. Traumatizing.
3) She ran a kickass state rep campaign in 2002 but keeps giving me half the credit. Humble, that girl. Truly humble.
4) She convinced me to live with her in Amherst and threw in the big room for good measure.
5) She loves caaaaaaaaaaake.
6) She’s sharp as a tack. She almost quit her PhD program to pursue a masters degree in, of all things, Math.
7) She makes the best cheesecake. And the best artichoke dip. She’s a martyr (in a good way). She’ll do anything for her friends. She likes to live in servitude, in fact. It’s a Catholic thing.
9) She helped raise Miles. The first few months that Miles lived in Amherst he had two mommies.
10) She encourages unemployment. She was one of the people who helped convince me that leaving my old job would not be the end of the world and would in fact change my world for the better.

more to come… but first this public servant announcement: STAY AWAY FROM THE ALLIGATORS

Blogging the Convention

Lest you think I am too greedy with the blogs, well, too bad. I’m now co-writing Decision 2004. It’s going to be fun!

lessons

I learned two things today:

1) I shouldn’t break my own rules.

2) I can’t use the third floor kitchen sink in ___ Hall for ‘personal hygiene.’

The more you know.