31 August, 2008
I've been obsessivly checking the website for the National Hurricane Center and looking at the trajectory for Tropical Storm Hanna. Like, multiple times a day.
And I know that it's too early to do that. And I also know that it's changed trajectory more than six times in half as many days. First it was headed right for us, then it was going to barely miss us, then we were going to be in the outer reaches of the bands, then it was going to miss us entirely and hit Cuba head on (HA, take THAT Fidel! No, that's mean. Fidel would be fine the people are the ones who would suffer. So okay, I take it back. HA retracted.), and now it looks like it's headed straight for us again. And I'm sure that between now and Wednesday/Thursday, when it would actually hit us, it could change trajectory six more times. And that's fine, I'm not panicking or anything, I guess in part because I've never been through a hurricane before. I have no idea what it would be like, other then that there would probably be newscasters in bright yellow rain slickers getting blown away and hit with detritus right outside my front door. But still, every time I log on to check my e-mail, I can't help but check. Where is it now? Where is it going? What's the updated trajectory? I presume I'll get used to this eventually, but this will be (if it hits us) my first hurricane, and I have no plan. No idea what to do other than stock up on water, toilet paper and non-perishables, make sure the car has a full tank of gas and that my cell phone and iPods are fully charged. I guess we just ride it out. It's times like these I wish I had a roommate or something...
30 August, 2008
And I want it.
Yes, I already have it on DVD. And yes, I don't NEED a new version. But the special features look really cool (old version has no special features) and include interviews with Aaron Sorkin and Tommy Schlame, the coolest writer/director team on the planet, the people who brought you The West Wing and Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip (another gem that was canceled far too early), as well as a feature where the people who do SportsCenter dissect what Sports Night got right and wrong.
So I want it.
But can I really justify spending $50 on a DVD set that I already own? I suppose I could sell the current set on ebay or something, but still...it's a quandry...
29 August, 2008
28 August, 2008
So once again, I'm staying up way too late watching the DNC, and they come on with the intro video for Barack Obama. And I know that I know the guy who's doing the voice over. I KNOW I know that voice, and it's making me crazy that I can't remember who it is. I'm wracking my brain like crazy trying to figure it out. Then, it comes to me.
EDWARD R. MURROW!
Then, it comes to me again.
Edward R. Murrow is dead.
This is obviously not Edward R. Murrow.
This is David Strathairn. The guy who PLAYED Edward R. Murrow in the movie "Good Night and Good Luck."
And once again, the political junkie and the pop culture junkie within me come out at exactly the same time.
I can't decide if this is a good thing or not.
(If you haven't seen Good Night and Good Luck, add it to your Netflix Q. It's awesome.)
27 August, 2008
Living there, did they have to beware of a man named Leroy Brown?
I guess it's okay to be equal parts political junkie and pop culture junkie, right?
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26 August, 2008
I was wrong.
A week later, still no e-mail with UPS label. I called, they said it could take up to 15 days. For an e-mail?? Yes. Okay, fine, whatever. 15 days pass. Still no e-mail. I call again. Well, sometimes it can take longer. Wait 30 days. Seriously?? For an e-mail?? Yes. Okay, fine, it's your modem, no skin off my nose. So imagine my shock yesterday when I open up my mail and find a letter from MDU, telling me that I owe them $146!!!! I called today, confused and angered. I'm informed that my service was somehow reinstated since I never returned my cable modem. I told them that I never received the e-mail with the UPS label. They said I did. I said I didn't. They asked if I'd checked my spam messages, I said I did. They said that I should have received it. I said I hadn't. They said I did. I said I didn't.
This went on for, I kid you not, a SOLID five minutes. I imagine this is what dealing with a toddler is like (M, thoughts?). FINALLY, I told them that this was getting ridiculous, and that they could either send out another e-mail, since I never received the first one (at which point the guy started saying 'but you did' and I literally screamed "AH AH AH! NO! CUSTOMER IS TALKING NOW!!"), and they could remove all the charges for a service I wasn't using, OR, they could transfer me to their manager so that I could file a formal complaint. And yes, I HAD written down Jo-Jo the Idiot-Faced-Boy's name and employee ID number, which he'd identified himself with at the beginning of the call. There was stunned silence for a moment (I guess people don't normally write those down?), and then Jo-Jo said he'd e-mail another UPS label to me right away and remove all charges from my account, and was there anything else he could do for me today?
No thanks Jo-Jo, I'm good. You have a super afternoon!
(Huh....it appears that I found some words.)
24 August, 2008
I flew in on Friday, and after J picked me up at the airport, we headed over to S's to get started putting together the food for the picnic. Saturday, everyone headed down to the National Mall and assembled early to surprise our boy, who thought he was hitting the Smithsonians one last time. The look on his face as he approached was absolutely priceless. A job well done by the lot of us that he had absolutely no idea what we've been up to over the course of the last month! We stayed down on the mall all day long, eating, playing football and frisbee and catching up with old friends. It really was the perfect way to spend a Saturday afternoon.
Yeah, this story isn't going where you think it's gonna.
The party was winding down, and we were all just chilling on the picnic blankets, starting to contemplate moving on to our next location for pizza and some Nintendo, when a random homeless guy approached us and asked if we could spare any food. Now I'm gonna be honest, if I hadn't been there with a bunch of friends (mostly guys) I probably would have been no small amount freaked out by this dude, but since we were in a big group, I didn't really think twice about it. We gave him some of our watermelon, and a few other things we weren't going to finish, and figured he'd be happy and leave us alone.
Yeah, we were wrong.
First, he asked if we had any more beer. When we said no, he asked if we were going to finish the ones we had open. After a moment of slightly grossed-out surprise, we let him have the remaining beer. Which he proceeded to chug, in some kind of show of strength. Then he started hitting on the girls in the group. Apparently, his name is Showtime, he's a homeless gigolo and he lives under a bridge by the river. Where all the ladies come. Very impressive. He started hitting on B's wife first, but then backed off when he realized they were married. Then, he started in on me. Super.
For future reference for my male readers....when the crazy homeless man starts asking if your single female friends are available...the correct answer is always, ALWAYS NO! You lie to the crazy homeless man, and you pretend that one of you, really ANY one of you, is dating her! Because that way, he doesn't continue hitting on her, comparing her to Demi Moore (really???), flexing his muscles and doing push-ups for her. Perhaps that would also prevent him from discussing his sexual prowess with her, and comparing himself to a panther. I'm just saying...
We finally started hinting to him that perhaps he should be leaving, and let us get back to our picnic. At which point he said he wasn't going anywhere. He LIKED us! Well bully for you buddy, but we had to get going and get to our friend's house, who was expecting us. I'm telling you, you've never SEEN a group of 20-somethings pack up a picnic site so fast in your LIVES. We had that thing disassembled and were all going our separate ways in under 5 minutes. None of the girls had to leave on our own, thank God, since our good buddy Showtime was still following pretty closely behind us. Eventually though, he found another group of young people to stalk, and we were on our way to Surprise Party Part II.
We headed over to another friend's house where we ordered pizza, regaled everyone with our new anecdote, and watched the Olympics for the rest of the night. It was a perfect, chill evening, and a shining example of exactly what it is that I miss most about DC. We all wound up falling asleep on the couch (and other misc. surfaces in the apartment) for a little while, but it was completely comfortable, just friends hanging out and enjoying each other's company. There didn't have to be "entertainment" or "hosting," we're all just comfortable together, and get along really well. I'm sure I'll find that in FL eventually, but this weekend was a good reminder that it doesn't matter if you're far away, your friends are your friends, and that's the most important thing.
So T, we'll miss you, but we'll never be out of touch. We love you! :)
22 August, 2008
21 August, 2008
In addition to never having been attractive in the first place, can they possibly be comfortable? In any way? Especially in the insanely hot summer months in the south? I mean there's gotta be a certain amount of chafege there, right?
20 August, 2008
First: A and I with everyone's favorite bear...Winnie the Pooh!
This was our first day in Disney, and we started with a character lunch with Winnie the Pooh and friends! As you can see, we got our picture taken with Pooh, and a few of his closest friends!
Tigger (another personal favorite!):
And last, but by no means least (and A's personal fave....) the incomparable PIGLET!
So it was a great way to start our day, and a great vacation overall...that's it for now, I've gotta get to bed, but I promise to try to get a few more pics updated so that everyone can make fun of how much of a little kid I am. :) G'night!
19 August, 2008
In case anyone was worried, I survived Tropical Storm Fay. As it turns out, I kind of cheated. I found out I had to go home to DC (yeah, I still say 'home to DC' - a habit I'll have to break eventually, but for now, the people I love are there, so it's still a home for me.) for some meetings, so I left Sunday and got back this evening, so I missed the whole thing! Apparently this means that I'm not yet a "true" Floridian.
Ya know what?
I'm okay with that!
At any rate, I'm sure that we'll have plenty of time to catch up on hurricane preparedness in the next couple years! Welcome to Florida!
16 August, 2008
14 August, 2008
As a child of the 80's, I recognize each of those pieces...can others say the same? Should I be ashamed? To my credit, my DC friends and I used to have Nintendo Tournaments periodically, so it hasn't actually been THAT long since I last heard the melodic beepings of an NES.
Hmm....not sure if that makes it more or less pathetic....interesting.
12 August, 2008
I spent my Birthday in DisneyWorld with A, the world's foremost Disney expert, and we had an incredible time...I've got stories that have stories, but just as a teaser, I'm going to give you this one for free before I update it all over the weekend.
It's 2am, Do You Know Where Your Children Are?
If you guessed 'Having Sex on the Magic Kingdom Monorail' well, then you're probably the parents of the 16 year-old couple A and I interrupted attempting to 'get it on' riding the Disney Monorail back to our hotel.
We left the park at 2am after experiencing "Extra Magic Hours" -- the park is open late (until 2am) for guests staying on property -- and as it was 2am, we were exhausted. We saw the couple, I'll call them Joanie and Chachi, standing in line in front of us, but didn't pay them much attention. We were pretty much just whining to each other about how much our feet hurt and how tired we were after getting up at 8am for the morning "Extra Magic Hours" at Epcot. When we boarded the Monorail with Joanie and Chachi, they didn't appear to notice us at first. Chachi was lying down on one of the benches, out of our line of sight, and said something to Joanie, who giggled, and then shook her head, pointing at us. Chachi looked up and cursed under his breath, with a very disappointed expression on his face. He then proceeded to go over to Joanie's bench and bury his face in her chest for the next 10 minutes or so.
A and I are laughing hysterically at this point, trying desperately not to look at them, but like a train wreck, unable to look away for long. Apparently our hysterics didn't bother J&C though, as they continued to make out, and lie in each other's laps (still fully clothed thank you very much) on the bench. We kept hoping that they'd get off at one of the other resorts, and I'm sure they were hoping the same thing of us, but no joy. They were also headed to the Grand Floridian. As we approached our final destination, Joanie and Chachi started conferring in hushed tones. We realized, to our horror, that they were contemplating staying on the monorail as it traveled back to the Magic Kingdom, so that they could have the car entirely to themselves and join the....what, 20ft. high club? In the end, less...shall we say...hormonal, heads prevailed, and they left the monorail when we arrived at the Grand Floridian.
A and I almost tripped over ourselves in our haste to get away from the Happy Days gang, and we were, by this point, more than just a little slap-happy. The kids followed behind us, and appeared to be looking at the hot tub longingly, so we can only assume that they conceieved the first of what can only be their many illegitimate love-children in the hot tub...maybe the hot water will kill Chachi's little swimmers? We can only hope.
Still, I feel we did a good deed there. After all, can you imagine how disillusioned your kid would be if he/she ever found out where they were conceived? I mean come on, that's just wrong!! On the list of places it's completely inappropriate to have sex, I think "Magic Kingdom Monorail" has to rank pretty high up there, right along with Church and Morgue...has to at least make the top three, right? I mean there could have been some seriously scarred children there! I have to believe this was NOT what Walt had in mind back in 1971...poor man must be rolling over in his grave as I type...