Recently in Me/My Life Category

For those of you who don’t live in New York, it was a beautiful Spring day yesterday and so Baby and I decided to visit Central Park to enjoy the weather. While throwing the frisbee around, I accidentally pegged a passerby in the shin with a soccer ball. I don’t do sports, people. This is why.

Try to imagine for a second a better place to spend your New Year’s Eve than Waco, Texas. Done? Okay, I’m sure you came up with at least 25 locales, one of which may even have been Bagdhad before “Mission Accomplished”. But you didn’t take into account a malfunctioning chocolate fountain, did you? How about finding this great James Joyce quote on the bookshelf of your best friend: “When you wet the bed first it is warm but then it gets cold.”? I didn’t think so.

Did I mention the complete lack of a television, which meant the totally devastating lack of a Carson Daly Rockin’ New Years Eve spectacular?

The best part was Julie getting the buzzer every turn at Catchphrase, which saved me from ever getting buzzed — she’s a good sport like that. Well, okay, that wasn’t the best part that is still the chocolate fountain debacle.

My Uncle Marty is an endless source of funny aphorisms. I will be posting some of his and other choice Mormonisms.

Keep the shiny side up and the rubber side down.

If you can translate I will give you a prize.

I am an introvert, read more about my care and feeding requirements. My favorites are:

• introverts make up “a minority in the regular population but a majority in the gifted population”
• we need a ratio of 2:1 hours alone to hours socializing
• “Hell is other people at breakfast.” — Sartre

That’s what we call it up north when one’s sister becomes pregnant! Congrats Kj, here’s hoping it’s twins.

(Just kidding about the twins part.)

For as long as I can remember it has taken an act of Congress to get me up in the morning. When I was still living at home and my mom would come in to wake me up, she would flick the light on and off several times and half-shout, “Up and at ‘em, sleepy head.” It was not cute, and it didn’t work. I still slept up until the very last possible second, and often several minutes past. Mom is the early riser in the family, but that is going to change now. Starting yesterday I am starting a new regime. Every day I am going to get up at 6:30A and go to sleep at whatever time I get sleepy. No more of this staying awake until 1A and waking up at 8:45A (maybe).

I’ll be posting regular updates because I know you are all waiting with baited breath to find out how this new plan is going.

By the way, I got the idea to do this from a post on Steven Pavlina’s blog.

Aren’t Sarah and Jamie cute together?

I seem to be doing these kinds of things a lot lately. First it was mistaken self-identity and now it’s confusing carbonated beverages for consumer electronics.

This morning a few minutes after I got to work I went to plug my iPod in to my computer to get some of the new Toby Keith songs I downloaded last night. Instead of picking up the iPod cable and the iPod I picked up the cable and my morning Diet Coke. Coke and eMacs are not compatible, by the way.

Banking is such a scam! You’ve heard people complain that banks charge fees to keep your money for you, not only that but they use your money to make more money for themselves while charging you for the privilege. Well, everyone should call their bank right now and ask one simple question, “What are my options for avoiding fees?” Witness the power of one call:

My bank is Citibank, although what I call it only rhymes with Citi. They gave me a free account because NYU keeps is giant pile of gold is one of Citi’s vaults guarded by a blind, mute troll call Shelton. The bank has (finally) wised up that I graduated eight months ago and they started charging me fees. Almost $20 a month mind you. So I started shopping around, but I thought, before I switch I’d call Shelton and see what Citi could do for me. Shelton was unavailable but they transfered me to someone in Bangalore who informed me that I could get all the same features I had before for free, but this time it would be easier to get them free — all I had to do was change the name of my account type. Not my account number or checking card or anything, I just had to promise to call my account an EZ Checking account instead of a Citibank account. That sounds fair to me.

Bite me Citi, you suck, but I still love you (for now).

My work day has been kind of taxing apparently. Evidence? I answered the phone and rather aggressively said, “This is Five,” rather than my usual, “This is Lars.”