This apartment is in shambles. It’s so filthy that I can’t even stand it, and it takes several layers of dust and clutter to get me to even notice a difference. We’re having to step over and around boxes and clothes and bags and I can’t wait to get the moving over with. Tonight’s projects include: + Prying the mirrors and clock numbers off the walls without ripping the SheetRock. They’re secured with that ultra-secure…
Why didn’t someone force me to watch “Arrested Development” earlier? A columnist crapped out so I was commissioned earlier today to write a column for Sidelines. Because I have nothing of import to impart, it was a challenge. Plus, I’ve never been a very confident columnist anyway. Looking back, I should have kept my keyboard shut on more than one occasion. Or maybe I should’ve just used the editorial space to espouse my opinions, since…
[Stand by your Dan] Last night Amber and Whitney came over and we spent much of the night flipping through my bound edition of Sidelines issues, laughing at our irreverent PSAs and Nick’s rambling columns. I could have really used another year of experience before I took on the editorship (the inconsistent gutters and white space drive me crazy, looking back. And some of the stories were absolutely awful. Advocare? Kill me.), but we all…
[Smile like you mean it] A “quick” recap… 9:20 p.m. Wednesday Clock out. Drive home. 10 p.m. Bags in tow, head west on I-24. 10:20 p.m. Stop in Bellevue and eat greasy Jack in the Box crap cheap thanks to a gift card Phil got from a customer at Daily’s. 2 a.m. Thursday Cruise in to Memphis. 2:30 a.m. Bicker with Phil about why there are no hotels in Germantown. 2:45 a.m. Finally find a…
[The only girl I’ve ever loved was born with roses in her eyes] How did I miss that Susan Sontag died? I know the tsunamis engulfed much of the news coverage of the past two weeks, but how did I manage to see a story about Brad Pitt and Jennifer Anniston breaking up before I read that Susan Sontag passed … two weeks ago? It was Salon that informed me. I finally renewed my subscription…
[Monday musings] But didn’t I mention? The ongoing wow is happening right now. We are all co-authors of this dancing exuberance, for even our inabilities are having a roast. We are the authors of ourselves, co-authoring a gigantic Dostoevsky novel starring clowns. This entire thing we’re involved with called the world is an opportunity to exhibit how exciting alienation can be. Life is a matter of a miracle that is collected over time by moments…
[What does this button do?] Kristin’s yard sale suggestion should not go unheeded. She originally suggested it to fund Gonzo’s surgery, but he has since been given a fairly clean bill of health (bow to the fishy fat oil!). It doesn’t matter, though. We have plenty of crap to get rid of, and we could really use whatever money could be squeezed from it. And I’m sure K&J have things they’d like to give the…
Last night was pretty harsh. I’ve only been out of bed for about an hour. I ended up looking pretty haggard by the time 4:15 rolled around and they let us leave. Awake at 7, at work at 10, a three-hour break during which I couldn’t sleep, then nine hours spent holding a heavy scan gun above my head. They gave us one 15-minute break the whole night. And we actually got done scanning things…
[Nothing much to think and nothing much to say] Groan. Not looking forward to today. We’ve got inventory. I’m scheduled for 9:50 a.m.-4 p.m., then I have to come back at 7 p.m. and work until 4 a.m. tomorrow. At least I have the rest of tomorrow off when I’ll come staggering out the door at 4 a.m.
[God is a concept by which we measure our pain] Someone posted a comment the other day to my entry about the tsunami. They said, basically, that the disaster was a bitch-slap to the Muslims (“idolators”) administered by a particularly moody God. I’m sure this theory has been broadcast from the pulpits since the destruction occurred. What’s bad is that I can’t exactly argue with it, since I’m not in God’s inner circle and I…
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