I just realized today that I have missed every single wedding of my college friends. Through some combination of apathy and circumstance, I've missed them all. That's just weird.
When one comes up, there's always a ready rationale for why I can't go. It seems reasonable to me at the time, but I always regret the decision afterwards. I'll be working for the rest of my life, but (hopefully) they'll only get married once.
The worst part is that this isn't just weddings; it's keeping in touch, it's taking little trips to hang out, it's remembering them and the rockin times. I guess absence only makes the heart grow fonder when you've known the person for more than four years or something. That phrase sucked to begin with, anyway.
So why the remorse? It boils down to this: if my friends acted like I do, I probably wouldn't want them as friends.
I need to stop listening to this melancholy music.
(coming tomorrow: a story with a dead narrator. how cliche!)
Wednesday, June 8
Tuesday, June 7
I might get one of these, except:
A) I don't wear t-shirts.
B) I'm not that much of a dork.
C) If Serenity sucks, he's got some 'splaining to do.
Last call (posting challenge: day three)
I'm about to go to bed because I have to get up early tomorrow. I don't really want to get up at 4:45, but I'm going to have to anyway. The things we do for employment...
If I got a position as a multi-millionaire, I think I'd get to set my own hours.
Also, being a golf course designer sounds relaxing.
(There's better stuff to come this week. Please forgive the hasty filler post. Mmm... pastry filling paste.)
If I got a position as a multi-millionaire, I think I'd get to set my own hours.
Also, being a golf course designer sounds relaxing.
(There's better stuff to come this week. Please forgive the hasty filler post. Mmm... pastry filling paste.)
Monday, June 6
Celebrity Violence: Issue One
Give me a break.
What kind of celebrity doesn't have a cell phone? Or at least a toady who'll go out and find one at 4 AM? I guess we can't expect more than this from the man who won our affections playing a vicious warrior and a mentally unstable guy.
[Stay tuned for our next issue, to be published when stuff happens]
"New York police say [Russell] Crowe was upset about not being able to get a call out to wife Danielle Spencer in Australia. After getting no response from the hotel's management, he went down to the front desk where he took his frustration out by allegedly hurling said phone at the clerk, "hitting him in the face and causing a laceration and substantial pain," according to the complaint."
What kind of celebrity doesn't have a cell phone? Or at least a toady who'll go out and find one at 4 AM? I guess we can't expect more than this from the man who won our affections playing a vicious warrior and a mentally unstable guy.
[Stay tuned for our next issue, to be published when stuff happens]
Every prose has its thorn (posting challenge: day two)
The S.S. Zaquinas sets out from the harbor of Inspiration, guided along by the strong wind of Motivation. It is a fine day for sailing; the gulls are swooping about in a gullsome manner, and the bright sun of Good Intentions warms the deck. Indeed, the easy sailing continues for quite some time, but the day gradually darkens. Confusion patters against the deck, Doubt cracks in the sky, and the thunderheads of Poor Planning roll in, but the vessel still sails on. Some of the Sentence rigging snaps, and the scurrying crew quickly patches it with Comma splices. These shabby constructions fall apart, and the crew realize in horror that there is not enough Style on board to save the rigging. A howling wind of Disillusionment arises, shearing the Plot mast in half, taking the hastily prepared Theme sails along into the roiling sea. The vessel runs aground on the Rock of Incompletion, and remains there for several weeks.
After some time, the crew begin salvage work, saving what they can from the wreckage. A rickety raft of Compromise coalesces from the shambles of the ship. The crew pack as much of the remaining supplies as possible on the raft, taking extra care to leave room for the paltry Dignity that survived the wreck. Narrowly avoiding jagged Editing reefs, the makeshift vessel finally arrives at the intended destination: the port of Completion. Along the way, they have lost men to neglect and weeks to distraction, but they arrive nevertheless.
With their troublesome journey complete, the crew realize they are one-dimensional puppets in a ham-fisted metaphor and go drinking.
THE END
After some time, the crew begin salvage work, saving what they can from the wreckage. A rickety raft of Compromise coalesces from the shambles of the ship. The crew pack as much of the remaining supplies as possible on the raft, taking extra care to leave room for the paltry Dignity that survived the wreck. Narrowly avoiding jagged Editing reefs, the makeshift vessel finally arrives at the intended destination: the port of Completion. Along the way, they have lost men to neglect and weeks to distraction, but they arrive nevertheless.
With their troublesome journey complete, the crew realize they are one-dimensional puppets in a ham-fisted metaphor and go drinking.
THE END
Sunday, June 5
A growing epidemic (posting challenge: day one)
Across the country, men both young and old are embroiled in a bitter battle with compulsion and indulgence. They slave away at nine-to-fives, eagerly awaiting the moment bells ring, the moment meetings end, the moment minute hands point straight up. Cars start up and the emigration begins. Exhausted laborers and drowsy businessmen head home, save for one quick stop. One by one, they make their purchases, expressions ranging from casual to self-conscious. At home, they ply their common trade in front of televisions and monitors, the walls painted with flickering blues. What compels these men to act this way?
It's Tuesday.
New DVD day.
I own a goodly number of DVDs, but I would say I have not yet approached too many DVDs. I'm sure the owners of those collections would probably say the same thing, though. I've come a long way from that summer in 99 when I bought Aliens and Rush Hour to start the collection and played them on the weak sauce DVD player in my computer. I joined Columbia House a couple times, got a bunch as gifts, and bought the rest at stores. The DVD format seems to have made collectors and film buffs out of people who may never have been interested if VHS still was the leading format.
There's a warped perspective at work in a lot of the mega-collectors. I present for your inspection this dialogue from a message board (unedited for authenticity):
Guy 1: (posts photo of big collection)
Guy 2: Why are most of your dvds unopened? dont you watch them before you buy others
Guy 1: Not everyone does that I would say 60% of my collection is unopened. It is because I want the movie not cause I need something to watch. I have seen a lot of the movies and just haven't watched them again.
Come on, dude.
Anyway, the size of the collection has reached a plateau as I stopped buying DVDs just because and began only buying movies I loved in the theater. There's a little fat to trim off the collection, but mostly I think I'm back under control.
Heaven forbid I walk by a $6 sale rack, though.
It's Tuesday.
New DVD day.
I own a goodly number of DVDs, but I would say I have not yet approached too many DVDs. I'm sure the owners of those collections would probably say the same thing, though. I've come a long way from that summer in 99 when I bought Aliens and Rush Hour to start the collection and played them on the weak sauce DVD player in my computer. I joined Columbia House a couple times, got a bunch as gifts, and bought the rest at stores. The DVD format seems to have made collectors and film buffs out of people who may never have been interested if VHS still was the leading format.
There's a warped perspective at work in a lot of the mega-collectors. I present for your inspection this dialogue from a message board (unedited for authenticity):
Guy 1: (posts photo of big collection)
Guy 2: Why are most of your dvds unopened? dont you watch them before you buy others
Guy 1: Not everyone does that I would say 60% of my collection is unopened. It is because I want the movie not cause I need something to watch. I have seen a lot of the movies and just haven't watched them again.
Come on, dude.
Anyway, the size of the collection has reached a plateau as I stopped buying DVDs just because and began only buying movies I loved in the theater. There's a little fat to trim off the collection, but mostly I think I'm back under control.
Heaven forbid I walk by a $6 sale rack, though.
Saturday, June 4
A challenge
In recent news, Pete has decided to categorize his blog links by posting frequency. I, of course, have been placed in the "Seldom" category.
I'm going to try to post once a day for the next week, beginning tomorrow. How's that for often?
It's on.
I'm going to try to post once a day for the next week, beginning tomorrow. How's that for often?
It's on.
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