You have GOT to be joking.
Sports cable network NESN and Scout Productions have teamed to create "Sox Appeal," a new reality dating show that will take place during Red Sox games at Fenway Park, the station said on Monday.... "Sox Appeal" follows a series of three, two-inning long blind dates that take place over the course of 8 televised Red Sox games. The cameras will follow one hero as they meet three romantic hopefuls (one every two innings). The hero will decide in the 7th inning who they will sit with for the end of the game.
Dude, it's fucking
ELIMIDATE AT FENWAY. ::speechless::
Hey, asshats at NESN -- you can't be bothered to pay the fees to broadcast programs with too many highlights to anyone who lives out of market, but you're going to waste money on this pile of CRAP? SERIOUSLY???
God, I hatehatehate that my team is going to be associated with something so f'ing trashy. Can "Soxi-ography" be far behind? Smugness. Strength. Sox.
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This is the Patriots scarf all finished, folded, and ready to be wrapped. Came out kind of decent, I guess.
This is the "B" scarf I'm working on during my one night a week that doesn't involve studying for the bar. My goal is to use up some of that hideous Elmo-red yarn, and make the thick, fluffy white-with-silver-flecks contrast look more like embroidering. As you can see, I'm failing hideously. But I do quite like the pattern (yay, Vogue knitting!).
So the bar. It's starting to make me want to cry or punch people. Even reviewing subjects I know I can't remember every single detail, and I'm running out of time. It's a little over a month away. Well, five weeks. ::twitch:: I SUCK AT LIFE AND I'M GOING TO FAIL.
Also, the person who replaced me when I left this job for Rochester (seems like a bad dream now) and who had personality issues with my boss -- well, she left. Which, uh, means that in addition to the actual work I've been doing, I have to do a bunch of annoying contract admin stuff. Is it totally wrong of me to think that, you know, I have a fucking LAW DEGREE and I don't want to be SCANNING PDFs OF CONTRACTS all goddamn day. Grrrr.
In other news, my mom and I had a blockbuster day of shopping Saturday. Macy's clearance = heeeeaven. Got:
1. little black dress (and will return little black cleavage-tastic dress I got last weekend before the holiday bash and decided not to wear because of the aforementioned cleavage-tasticness, plus the part where silky material tied into a knot DOES NOT give me much confidence that it will provide appropriate support and/or STAY TIED);
2. two lightweight sweaters ($10.80 ea.);
3. fabulous moss green Rafealla suit jacket ($23.50, but to be returned if I can't locate matching pants, which seems likely);
4. a jaunty purple and black winterish hat ($13, IIRC);
5. a cute candy-striped leather wallet (Fossil, $10 clearance);
6. a slightly-bigger-than-I'm-used-to-but-big-enough-for-by-bar-review-index-cards "mini"-purse that freakishly matches the aforementioned wallet ($20 sale); and
7. an adorable Jones New York suit with a hip-length fitted jacket and a knee-length skirt with two kick pleats in back -- it's black and instead of pinstripes, it has tiny cream and light blue dots that make up their respective 'stripes' ($47!).
::hugs pile of awesomeness::
We then had celebratory two years until that dangerous lunatic leaves office drinks.
Someone remind me to bitch about Bush tomorrow, mmmmkay?