bits 'n' reese's pieces
it's a posting freak-out psycho beach party! you know what's going to happen, though...i'm going to be all postpostpostpost for a few days, then quietly return to my little hole in the rl where no internet service provider dares to tread. though, for now, a few things:
- minutes ago i learned my team is hiring a new member! which will make our little band of internet adventurers five strong. the problem is, the person that is being hired isn't being hired to help me, she's coming to help my boss. figures. my assistant (ha, well not my assistant, it's going to be a production assistant who works in my department with me but not exactly for me) won't be arriving maaaaaaaaaybe not even until february. drat.
- you'll all be thrilled to know that i am kinda sorta eating again. on the long subway ride home last night, my phone rang while crossing the manhattan bridge...it was tig, inviting me to turkey burgers and tater tots at her place. of course i managed to eat the burger and the tots, and a glass of wine, and even the rice krispie treats she'd made with her meant-for-camping marshmallows. living downstairs from dear friends who can really cook definitely has its benefits. now i'll have to have her over for some lean cuisines and campbell's soup-at-hand. today i managed my usual cup o' cereal, though lunchtime is approaching and i am not even slightly interested.
- in confusing news: the other morning, while i was prancing around my apartment getting ready to go to work, my usual abc morning television bleating on in the background, i heard a vaguely familiar tune in a commercial, and started singing along, even though my words were not matching the ones in the jingle. where i wanted to sing, 'let's pretend we don't exiiiiist...' the jingle went something like, 'let's go outback toniiiiight...' it happened again this morning, and now i've realized: outback steakhouse has used an of montreal song in a commercial, merely changing the words to accomodate meat-eating. and oh my god, you can see it here. wow, the world is crumbling before me. woot woot...i hope you're spending your money wisely, kevin.
- i really, really, really want to see the prestige.
- yesterday my co-worker (the one who lives in my old 'hood, the one i want to be when i grow up) told me her 12-year-old stepson, who lives half the week with her and her husband, and half the week with his mom in manhattan, lists on his myspace profile (12-year-olds have myspace profiles?) that his home is in brooklyn. she asked him why he didn't list manhattan, and he told her that brooklyn 'sounds better,' even though he 'doesn't live in the cool part.' i am dying to know what the cool part of brooklyn is to 12-year-olds...i'm thinking williamsburg, which is filled with 12-year-olds anyway.
- my hair is at that weird 'i'm trying to grow it long' point where it's not really growing down, it's growing out, and by 'out' i mean 'sideways.' curse you, jenny lewis, for inspiring me. as the wise wilson philips once said, i gotta hold on, for one more day (though i think in my case it's going to be a few months at least).
- and finally: today marks the 15th (15th! FIFTEENTH!) anniversary of dre day. i think at some point along keeping this lj i explained dre day, and i'm too lazy to find that link, so if you are so inclined, go search old september 27 entries to find out the day's origins. in brief, it marks my first nighttime excursion ever into the city unparentally supervised, and a huge bonding experience between my old high school girlfriends and i (thoughtforms and i still wish each other a 'happy dre day' each year). it also marks my purchase of the morrissey 'my love life' single (on cassette, which i think i still have somewhere in my apartment).