right on the bikini line

Friday at 9:20 am.

The Right Stuff

The move to Boston has fundamentally altered me in some ways. And not in the ways that you think; for example, I have not picked up a Boston accent. I do however pay attention to when the Red Sox are playing (free coffee at the Dunk). I have not started liking Boston Creme Pie; I am however much more patriotic. Finally, and I will admit that I do have some past history with this, which highly influences my behavior, so it is not Boston alone that is responsible for this, but if I were anywhere else, I am sure that I would not be as excited as I am about the reunion of New Kids on the Block. Yes, I am. Very excited.

Hey Macarena!

You listened to this song too much if you knew that the guys featured in the video didn't actually sing the song.

MmmBop

Remember Hanson? Don't deny it; you listened to Hanson.

Flashback 1997

Remember Beanie Babies? Seriously, what were we thinking?

All things just keep getting better

well ... what a weekend! It was the most fun that I've had in the city of Boston. Let me tell you that truly great friends, truly good friends bring something into your life that you don't just need but want. It might be different for each person, what it is that our friends give us, which is why we all have different friends. But it is the gift of any friend to give of yourself that thing, that inimitable thing, that your friend needs and wants. And it is worthy of you to know and appreciate what it is that your friends bring into your life.
Thank you, Mesha, for bringing humor and confidence into my life this weekend. You must bring adventure too, because we always seem to have a little of that going on as well.
Folks, we drank since noon; we went to Cheers (both of them!); we ate Boston baked beans (with hot dogs); we paid for the college education of street dancers; we were totally uninterested in the Declaration of Independence. We walked down Newbury Street and considered booking the band for Mesha's wedding; we parked in a spot even a Porsche couldn't get into; we crossed the finish line for the Boston Marathon; we harassed the Boston fire department. We saw Paul Revere's house; we avoided gaining weight by simply smelling the amazing food in the North End; we hated Duck Tours. Mesha ate Boston Creme Pie. We paid appropriate homage to the Dunk; we stuffed ourselves with lobster and clams (OH GOD!) We did not enjoy improv. We called people "quee-ah" and "chowdahead." I drank Sam Adams.
One night we went out to South Boston. We ran into a gaggle of cops at Woody's, the bar from Good Will Hunting. We had almost left before they (very easily) talked us into staying. Mesha got at least 4 men to say, "How do you like them apples?" Unfortunately, she could not sway Boston's sexiest bartender.
We also saw Carson Kressley. Mesha and he are now best buds. Carson invited her to stay at his vacation home in the Cod. He loved her shirt. She loved his tan. Later, Mesha decided not to get the $10,o00 gold necklace. It just wouldn't have gone with the shirt.
Mesha, we're gonna have to pass on Tokyo next time around. Let's think of a place with good bars.
Folks, you should be so lucky to have friends like mine. How do you like them apples?

Switzerland, Norway, and Greenland

I understand that protesters feel that China needs to step up its civil and human rights stance, if it wants to be a world power and serve as host of the Olympics. But if we're going to make that demand every time, there are only about 3 countries that will be able to host, and the US ain't one of them.
People! the point is that the Olympics are a time to share in true sportsmanship and honest, good-natured competition, despite differences, or more truthfully, BECAUSE of them. Real communication and exchange are supposed to start from this event, and therefore precipitate change and/or bring enemies together afterword. Expecting 1st world principles of equality and welfare from them, as well as political acquiescence, before they've even had a chance to mow the grass on the field, is a bit like putting the cart before the horse.
Boycotting the Olympics and/or disrupting the ceremonies and games is akin to saying, "if you don't do what I tell you to do, I'm taking my ball and I'm going home!"

I want THAT girl!

I got a new haircut today and I have received several compliments on it. It's a fabulous day.

One of these days, I'm gonna get in real trouble.

So a collection agency/lawyer's office sent me a letter saying that I still owe Comcast in MD. Argh! I'll never be rid of that albatross. I was so aggravated that I wrote and sent the following letter.


Dear Sirs:

Enclosed is your payment for the Comcast Cablevision bill. Please disregard the rest of this letter, as it is a rambling complaint about Comcast and I have included it simply to make myself feel better. I know that it is not your fault, but Comcast sucks.

Your letter claims that they contacted me numerous times about my balance due, but I only received one notice in January 2008. My service had switched from my name to the person who took over my apartment in July and he paid the bill then. After receiving that one notice in January, I called both him and Comcast and they both verified it. Comcast at that time told me that I did not owe anything. I did take names, dates, and times to verify this information. But after not hearing anything for a couple of months, I figured it was resolved and I threw the information away.

Now, without that information, I feel unfortified and unable to make a suitable argument, even for the sake of argument. But I firmly believe that they are double-billing me and they know it. I am paying the bill now because it is a small price to pay for peace of mind and to be rid of Comcast Maryland forever! Not to mention, I do not want to ruin my credit history.

Thanks for listening. Boycott Comcast.


Do you think that might have been crossing the line?