I’m sure there are better things in life than when a musical performance launches into full-on, hand-clapping gospel, but I can’t think of any at the moment. I squeal every time I witness such a spectacle, getting my lily-white midwestern ass out of my seat, clapping on the upbeats, and praying to God that someone [...]
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Monthly Archives: May 2009
May 28
Everybody Knows This is Nowhere
Okay, I got kind of Mopey McMoperson there, as I am wont to do. Sometimes when I intend to end an entry with “and then I cried,” I don’t want the entry to start off all cheery and then spiral down into it.I take the balls-and-glory approach of “BAH! SAD! READ ABOUT IT!” However, I [...]
May 28
F*ck you, Northside.
So I went to Michigan for a few days, and when I came back I didn’t have cable or internet, because both of those things were in Damon’s name, and he cancelled that shit. So I made a reservation for a technician to come between 12p and 2p today to re-install it, except that no [...]
May 22
Les Vers Sont dans la Pomme
This is totally Johnny Fedora and Alice Bluebonnet. With worms.
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May 21
American Idle
I didn’t really care who won American Idol, and to be honest I was more excited about Cyndi Lauper. Okay, and Lionel Richie. I was very bitter after Jorge, the Puerto Rican with a heart of gold, was voted off like week 2 and totally effed my chances of winning our agency’s Idol pool.
There seems [...]
May 20
Found.
The perfect red.
MAC A19, Ruby Woo.
Not included: The lady-balls required to actually wear Ruby Woo.
May 19
Piano Men
Does that image just not fill you with LOVE?! I’m seeing Billy Joel and Elton John in concert tonight. I paid $100 a ticket to undoubtedly be in the nosebleed section of Conseco Fieldhouse. The sound will probably be bad. The beer? Expensive. I thought about this when I signed on to ticketmaster that Saturday [...]
May 18
The Blues
Something has been bothering me as of late, and it’s something only a true music geek would lie awake pondering: I can’t determine what genre of Blues I like.
If you asked me off hand, “Jenn, are you into the Blues?” I’d probably say “No, not really.” Obviously that’s a lie, because a good deal [...]
May 17
New Addictions.
Disclaimer: If you are a dude, there’s really nothing for you in this entry, as it is obscenely girly. Alas, it’s NaBloPoMo, and sometimes I don’t have anything to write about except how one shade of lipstick can take you from “classic” to “slutty.”
. . .
I don’t really go shopping, per se. My entire wardrobe [...]
May 16
Yo Mama
Now that our agency is focusing so much on online placement and behavioral/contextual targeting, I find myself really paying attention to what ads I get served on a regular basis.
So I know the technology behind why I am consistently seeing ads for American Apparel’s Maternity Line.
I get it. I read McSweeney’s AND mommyblogs. But it’s [...]
May 15
Information Superhighway.
It’s hard to believe that even though my parents suffer through dial-up at home, they were pretty early adopters of the teh internets, a la CompuServe, in the late eighties. I remember playing through text-only, choose-your-own adventure games, where’d you have to type in commands like, “pick up lantern” or “stab troll with knife.”
When I [...]
May 14
If you hold your ear up to the monitor, you can actually hear my moods swinging
STATUS! I’m still trucking along. Stomach? No longer in knots. Eye? No longer twitching.
Overall feeling is still one of crappiness, a general malaise, if you will, but THAT’S OKAY. I know it’s going to suck for a little while. I’ll get back to being the witty chick with tons of pluck; I always do. I [...]
May 13
Masterplans
Here’s what you missed at lunch today:
Bess: One of my reps sent me a Sam Cooke book.
Jenn: Funny, it sounds like you’re saying “Sam Cookbook.”
Jenn: Holy shit, “Sam CookeBook..” Why didn’t his marketing people THINK of that, before he got shot?!
Bess: By a stripper!
Jenn: Think of it, that’s the best idea of all time.
Bess: A [...]
May 12
Jimmying the Lock
Last night, I thought I would treat myself to a Jimmy John’s Beach Club, no tomato. I pulled into the parking lot, grabbed by purse, and then watched in horrific slow motion as I locked my keys in my car WITH THE CAR RUNNING.
I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking I’m the type of flighty [...]
May 11
Chin Up.
I’m pretty sure Damon moved out while I was out of town this weekend. At least he moved enough stuff to live on. And by that I mean his computer is no longer in the bedroom. That’s as good as moved out, in his book.
So yeah. This is hard. This is much harder than I [...]