No replacement yet
I should have checked Lost and Found
I’ll use my raincoat
September 2, 2010
Haiku for My Lost Umbrella 2.0
September 2, 2010
Fair Warning for My Readers
I’m going to try and start blogging about TV again, starting next week when the new season starts.
Any shows in particular that you guys want to read about? Yes, I am asking you, one of the three people who read this blog. Comment away!
August 31, 2010
iPod Update
After writing my dramatic iPod Death post, I thought it would be nice to let everyone know that I have a new iPod. Say ‘hello’ to… well, I didn’t name it. Um… say ‘hello’ to Chuck! Too bad I got a pink protective case for Chuck. Now he thinks he’s a girl.
Chuck is a 32GB iPod Touch, purchased used from one of my friends on the Interwebz (thanks, Huff!). In addition to playing music, Chuck does a crapload of other stuff. He’s like my iPhone but used solely for music, and he doesn’t make any calls. My niece already knows the difference between my phone and Chuck. She prefers playing with the Chuck now.
Are you creeped out by the fact that I’m calling my iPod Chuck and referring to it as a him? No? Awesome.
I have to admit that I miss the click wheel on Old Man iPod, but it’s nice to finally be using current iPod technology (which will very quickly become old). I’m mostly happy to finally be able to listen to my music and podcasts again.
Speaking of podcasts, I can’t say enough about The Nerdist. Chris Hardwick, will you marry me? No? Well… then, can we be friends? Please?
P.S. See? Having Internet friends pays off. Had I not bitched and moaned about the death of my iPod, I never would’ve gotten such a nice deal on a replacement.
August 27, 2010
Sometimes, it IS this easy. Try it.
I’m sorry.
I forgive you.
I love you.
I love you, too.
August 26, 2010
Sons of Anarchy
I’ve been watching Sons of Anarchy lately (currently on the last episode of season 1) and this show is completely messing with my head.
I’m not naive when it comes to the harsh realities of the world, but is this show for real? I find the motorcycle club culture to be interesting, but my goodness gracious, this show is insane. And violent. Predictable, yet shocking. I find myself wanting the characters to NOT do what they’re expected to do, hoping against hope that they’ll do the “right” thing. Loyalty, revenge, manipulation–it’s all been done before on television. There is something especially gritty and heart-wrenching about this show that sets it apart–and leaves me wanting to watch more.
I think the reason that I’m so unsettled by the show is that I can relate to the characters on some level. It’s weird and awful and surprising. I find myself not watching it sometimes. I’ll have it on but will only look at it in my periphery. I get angry, I gasp and cover my mouth, I mutter, “Please, no no no no no no, please don’t go there,” and I am just fucking appalled at everything that happens.
Final comment: The acting is superb. The show is unreal. Probably not the type of show that you should watch with your parents or with your kids, but I totally would.
August 14, 2010
The Day My iPod Died
Friday, August 13, 2010. I’m at work. I turn on my iPod. It makes strange clicking noises. The Apple logo appears. Then, a sad iPod face appears (see photo above). More clicking. Then, it’s blank. This happens every time I turn on my iPod. “It’s finally gone,” I think to myself. My iPod, that I bought back in 2004 (or late 2003; I can no longer remember) has finally died.
I remember a couple years after I bought my iPod, reading articles about how the other iPods in my iPod’s generation were spontaneously exploding. “Great,” I thought, sarcastically. “It’s only a matter of time before my iPod explodes.”
Two years pass. Then, three. Then, four, five. I see that my iPod is sluggish. If I go more than a day without using it, it takes some time to power up, and the power supply is significantly depleted. I fondly recall the time I accidentally dropped it within weeks of owning it. The dents are still evident. No matter what, my iPod continues to work well.
I remember when the iPod Nano came out. I wanted my iPod to die already so that I could upgrade to a newer model. Then, the iPod touch. Wireless capability! Oh, if only my iPod would die. Then, I was proud that my iPod had reached geriatric status. Only my brother-in-law’s first generation iPod bested my own in longevity.
Friday, August 13, 2010. My iPod has died. I Google “iPod sad face” in the hopes that I will find a solution. Web sites say to purposely drop the iPod or bang it on something. I try this. Nothing works. Soon, only the Apple logo appears. Then, nothing happens.
Goodbye, iPod. You have been a good friend and we have traveled the world together. You have happily played music and podcasts for me. You kept me humble by always playing Hanson when I put on the Shuffle feature. You have been with me in happy days and in sad days. I will miss you, but it is time for me to move on. I don’t take this change lightly. Do I get an iPod classic, which will always serve as a warm reminder of how awesome you were? Or, do I get an iPod Nano or iPod Touch , try something new and more exciting? Or do I really try something new, and get a Zune?
I have yet to move on. For better or for worse, I keep trying to turn you back on, hoping that you will spring back to life and live on for a few more years.
Thanks, iPod. I’ll miss you.
August 10, 2010
30 Candles
Today is my 30th birthday.
I don’t feel much older. I know I still have a lot of work to do on myself. I’m still trying to figure out what I want to be. Older doesn’t mean braver, smarter, or more able. All it means is that the Earth continues to spin and, therefore, I age.
In the past year, I have started to use anti-aging products. I can see lines forming on my face. I can no longer pass as someone who belongs in the Juniors section of a department store, unless I’m buying something for a younger person. The work week burns me out so much that I end up falling asleep by 10pm on Friday nights. A lot of my peers are married and have children and, instead of being weirded out by it, I feel like I’m behind because I have no dating life to speak of.
Ten years ago, I would have said that, by the age of 30, I would be married. I’d maybe have a kid. I’d have a fantastic job and live a comfortable lifestyle in the city. Am I upset that I’m not where I thought I would be? No. For better or for worse, I’ve been conditioned to believe that life will inevitably disappoint you and there are a lucky few who end up with “ideal” lives. Seriously, though. For as much as I complain, my life is pretty great and could be much, much worse.
What does this next year hold for me? I don’t know. I have set some goals. I’m ready for small victories as well as big leaps into the unknown. Strive to be happy. Be a survivor.
So happy birthday to me… and my flubby thighs… and my crows feet… and my gray strands of hair…
P.S. In lieu of birthday cake, I would like a birthday cheeseburger or perhaps a birthday gyros. Someone make this happen.
August 9, 2010
How To Be Your Own Best Friend
I’m not dishing out advice on this one. I’m asking for it. I do have close friends, but distance, other obligations, differences in our interests, and bad timing prevent us from doing much together.
I’m not used to doing things by myself, especially if it’s something that I’ve never done before. The unknown is not only scary and sometimes risky, it can lead to disappointment, embarrassment, a feeling that you have wasted your time. Of course, the unknown can also lead to new friendships, great memories, and major life accomplishments.
Things that I am perfectly okay with doing on my own include going to watch a movie, hanging out in a cafe (as long as I have a laptop or book), shopping (usually), even eating in a restaurant. Things that I hate doing by myself include going to a bar, attending a concert, taking a class, and exercising.
The problem is that the only person I can count on right now is myself. “I have no one to go with” is becoming a really lame excuse to not do stuff. Not being able to drive used to be an AWESOME excuse, but not one that I can hide behind anymore. I have to laugh every time people assume that I have this great life as a single woman living in the city. People, it’s only great if you leave the house and try new things every once in awhile. Of course, we all need people. It can get lonely and scary when you’re by yourself. I have to teach myself that living my life doesn’t mean that I need someone by my side all the time.
A friend of mine said that when none of her friends are around, she’s her own bestie. Being my own best friend is something I need to embrace. And I’m willing to bet that being my own best friend will lead me to making new friendships… hopefully not with people whom I will grow to hate and then have to cut out of my life. But that’s another post for another day.
