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I trained a new girl at work today, which was kind of fun, but mostly just boring. Everything gets way more difficult when I have to stop, think about what I'm doing, and then narrate. Also, by the end of this week, I will have freaking lost my voice, because OH MY GOD do I talk a lot. The most important thing, however, is that training = $1 more an hour = AWESOME. (Actually, it'll most likely = extra payment to my student loan, because I am basically a rock star.)
Speaking of rock stars: why are there never any good concerts up here in the Arctic? I'm all psyched because apparently Ben Folds is going to be in the state next month. But he's on the UMO campus, and half of those concerts end up being "student have first dibs", and so I get no tickets. What's with the discrimination, huh?
Also speaking of rock stars: in possibly the least controversial statement he has ever made, Curt Schilling officially retired from baseball today (like, 18 months after the last time he threw a pitch, but who's counting). And I admit, I'll kind of miss the old bastard. He did some unbelievably bad ass mound heroics for us, both in '04, which he will certainly be remembered for, and in '07, which he might not be. I'd love to see him in the Hall, but it'll be interesting to see just how many people he's pissed off over the years.
For those who don't care: he announced it on his blog, because he is a big dork.
I could have sworn I posted this last week, and yet, it popped up as my saved draft when I started to type this one up, so, here it is, a look back into the past. *does the old school wavy-tv-screen-means-time-travel thing*
Observations, in no particular order (segues are for the weak):
1. I made an extra payment on my student loan, and the shiny proud glow is making me think this "responsibility" thing might not be all bad.
2. Jonathan Papelbon kind-of-sort-of called out Manny Ramirez, which is either awesome or stupid. I'm voting awesome. For those who don't care enough to click the link, the quote was "It's like cancer. That's what he was. Cancer. He had to go." Which has prompted all kinds of bloggers to mention how that might not have been the best choice of word's on Papelbon's part, seeing as his teammate Jon Lester (you might have heard) totally survived cancer. About that.
a. "Clubhouse cancer" is a phrase. A common one. People use it, and usually, it's the kiss of death. If you're not Manny Ramirez, being called a clubhouse cancer means that no team is going to take a chance on you or your bat. So it's not like Papelbon is just making things up.
b. Jon Lester has made it very clear that he does. not. want. to talk about his cancer any. more. ever. at. all. Shut up.
(This was made particularly ironic by the fact that three days after I wrote this, the Sunday paper arrived with Jon Lester on the cover of Parade magazine, talking about surviving cancer. God, Jon Lester, stop that.)
c. Mike Lowell also happens to be both Papelbon's teammate and a cancer survivor. Why isn't anyone offended on his behalf? Does no one love Mikey Lowell?!
I'm not talking one rabid Lester fangirl, either. Someone, and let's not name names, here, has a google alert set up for Jon Lester, and she counted four different blogs that said basically the same thing - "doesn't anyone care about Lester's feelings?", all of them in one daily email.
Paps, were you tired of Pedroia getting all your press? You should just challenge him to a fight and get it over with. (Related: "Varitek tells me all the time, 'Just shut up. Do what you're supposed to do.'" is basically confirmation of the widely held "Varitek is an exasperated kindergarten teacher trying to keep the bullpen in line" theory, y/y? Papelbon being cranky when he doesn't get his juice and his nap is now canon, yes?)
(Bonus story: my bff Becca left me a frantic voicemail that went something like "ahhhh! Papelbon! Tell me things!" Which was later translated as: "I heard on the news that Papelbon has cancer!". ... close, Becca. But thank you for your concern.)
3. It finally occurred to me that the reason I don't smoke pot has nothing to do with the fact that it's, you know, an illegal drug, and everything to do with the fact that you have to smoke it. Cause, gross.
4. I am seriously lusting after these, but I don't think I can justify $12 socks right now, just as it gets warmer and I won't be able to wear them. (Hopefully.) Next year. (But they look so comfy! And sexay. And socky.)
5. I find Facebook confusing and annoying. Who is getting lamer: Facebook or me? Remember when your college got access to the site all at once, and everyone added about 200 friends in two days? Now it's people from work and my 60 year old aunt.
and, finally, I leave you with a baseball player making a funny face.
Speaking of rock stars: why are there never any good concerts up here in the Arctic? I'm all psyched because apparently Ben Folds is going to be in the state next month. But he's on the UMO campus, and half of those concerts end up being "student have first dibs", and so I get no tickets. What's with the discrimination, huh?
Also speaking of rock stars: in possibly the least controversial statement he has ever made, Curt Schilling officially retired from baseball today (like, 18 months after the last time he threw a pitch, but who's counting). And I admit, I'll kind of miss the old bastard. He did some unbelievably bad ass mound heroics for us, both in '04, which he will certainly be remembered for, and in '07, which he might not be. I'd love to see him in the Hall, but it'll be interesting to see just how many people he's pissed off over the years.
For those who don't care: he announced it on his blog, because he is a big dork.
I could have sworn I posted this last week, and yet, it popped up as my saved draft when I started to type this one up, so, here it is, a look back into the past. *does the old school wavy-tv-screen-means-time-travel thing*
Observations, in no particular order (segues are for the weak):
1. I made an extra payment on my student loan, and the shiny proud glow is making me think this "responsibility" thing might not be all bad.
2. Jonathan Papelbon kind-of-sort-of called out Manny Ramirez, which is either awesome or stupid. I'm voting awesome. For those who don't care enough to click the link, the quote was "It's like cancer. That's what he was. Cancer. He had to go." Which has prompted all kinds of bloggers to mention how that might not have been the best choice of word's on Papelbon's part, seeing as his teammate Jon Lester (you might have heard) totally survived cancer. About that.
a. "Clubhouse cancer" is a phrase. A common one. People use it, and usually, it's the kiss of death. If you're not Manny Ramirez, being called a clubhouse cancer means that no team is going to take a chance on you or your bat. So it's not like Papelbon is just making things up.
b. Jon Lester has made it very clear that he does. not. want. to talk about his cancer any. more. ever. at. all. Shut up.
(This was made particularly ironic by the fact that three days after I wrote this, the Sunday paper arrived with Jon Lester on the cover of Parade magazine, talking about surviving cancer. God, Jon Lester, stop that.)
c. Mike Lowell also happens to be both Papelbon's teammate and a cancer survivor. Why isn't anyone offended on his behalf? Does no one love Mikey Lowell?!
I'm not talking one rabid Lester fangirl, either. Someone, and let's not name names, here, has a google alert set up for Jon Lester, and she counted four different blogs that said basically the same thing - "doesn't anyone care about Lester's feelings?", all of them in one daily email.
Paps, were you tired of Pedroia getting all your press? You should just challenge him to a fight and get it over with. (Related: "Varitek tells me all the time, 'Just shut up. Do what you're supposed to do.'" is basically confirmation of the widely held "Varitek is an exasperated kindergarten teacher trying to keep the bullpen in line" theory, y/y? Papelbon being cranky when he doesn't get his juice and his nap is now canon, yes?)
(Bonus story: my bff Becca left me a frantic voicemail that went something like "ahhhh! Papelbon! Tell me things!" Which was later translated as: "I heard on the news that Papelbon has cancer!". ... close, Becca. But thank you for your concern.)
3. It finally occurred to me that the reason I don't smoke pot has nothing to do with the fact that it's, you know, an illegal drug, and everything to do with the fact that you have to smoke it. Cause, gross.
4. I am seriously lusting after these, but I don't think I can justify $12 socks right now, just as it gets warmer and I won't be able to wear them. (Hopefully.) Next year. (But they look so comfy! And sexay. And socky.)
5. I find Facebook confusing and annoying. Who is getting lamer: Facebook or me? Remember when your college got access to the site all at once, and everyone added about 200 friends in two days? Now it's people from work and my 60 year old aunt.
and, finally, I leave you with a baseball player making a funny face.