How happy am I that it's Friday night and I have the worlds most comfortable pj's on? Seriously people, go to Costco and buy the flannel pajamas -- 2 pair for $11.00. You will not be sorry.
What is this bullshit? The Yanks being no-hit by the lowly Orioles? I know it's not the Yanks "A" line up but still -- you're fucking major league players -- get a goddamn hit. Ha! The Yanks just scored a run -- not on a hit but on 2 errors in the inning -- c'mon this asshat pitcher has a 4.91 career ERA against the Yanks and they can't muster one little bitty hit? Last night they had 20 hits and tonight they can't get one? Don't you love this game?
Update: Thank godness for Robby Cano and his 9th inning single.
Once upon a time there was a company that rewarded its employees with a trip to Lanai for their hard work and loyal service. A good time was had by all. The end.
*Still don't know about the job situation. Cleaning out my desk because whether or not I have a job, our office is moving in a few weeks.
Things I Really Could Live Without:
*Slow ass cell phone talker/walkers clogging the streets of NYC
*Getting smacked in the head when I'm sitting on the bus/train by someone with their laptop bag
*Store clerks who think it's more important to talk on the phone than actually help a customer
*Every stepping foot in another mall again
Things I Absolutely Couldn't Live Without:
At 12:0 whatever this morning I will bid farewell to the summer of suck and usher in the autumn of my angst. Which will then be followed by my winter of discontent.
what would you think if you saw your job posted on a help wanted web site?
not good is what I'm thinking.
anyone out there have a job for me?
Brown & black. Those were the color of my shoes today. Unfortunately the left shoe was brown, the right one was black. That's right: I wore two different color shoes. Outisde. I usually double check to make sure I have on a matching pair but today? Obviously not.
The really scary thing? That was the most exciting thing I could come up for a blog post today. How pathetic is my life? (don't answer that!)
No news on the job/possible unemployment front. I'm working like the dickens on sprucing up my resume and getting it out there.
I'd be remiss if I didn't mention the retirement of Jim Kaat. Regrettably his final Yankee broadcast was scheduled for last Friday's game, which got rained out. Jim Kaat was a true broadcast professional and his voice and commentary will be sorely missed by this Yankee fan.
Speaking of the Yanks, way to go Ron Villone. You too Kyle Farnsworth. And that ump that blew that caught stealing call in the Sunday afternoon game? You suck.
At the end of each week's episode of 24 MM & I do a phone recap (because calling each other during every commercial break isn't enough) of the show and discuss what just happened, what we think will happen and the most fun of all, what we found to be totally ridiculous. As anyone who's watched 24 for more than 5 minutes can tell you, our hero, Jack Bauer is constantly yelling at someone "we don't have enough time" or "we're running out of time". MM & I have kinda adopted this as one of our pet phrases (along with the "the saugages were sizzling" -with heavy emphasis on the ssss", which is from a John Prine song, not 24). Anyway. The past couple days at TCTMPS have been quite hectic, as we are at deadline and therefore, RUNNING OUT OF TIME. Which is what I've been saying (ok yelling) at everyone who comes near me. So today, I totally cracked up when one of the guys says to me "you sound just like Jack Bauer."
When does this stupid show come back on anyway?
One of the great things about baseball is it has a language all it's own. If you don't know the lingo, listening to a game or reading about it can be downright confusing. Sure, everyone knows three strikes and your'e out but a twin killing? Around the horn? Uncle Charlie? LOB? RBI? RISP? But if you love the game it's like music to your ears.
One of my favorite terms is "magic number" -- which means your team is in first place in the divison as the season winds down. It represents the total of additional wins by your team or additional losses by the rival team after which it is mathematically impossible for the rival team to capture the title in the remaining games. Basically, if your team has a magic number you're in pretty good shape. And if not? See ya, bye-bye, so long suckers. Right now the Yanks magic number is 7 -- since they are playing 4 games against the 2nd place team this weekend it's conceivable that they could clinch their division this weekend. So YEAH! And to give credit where credit is due, the Mets also have a magic number, which is 2. More likely than not they will secure their postseason berth this weekend as well. Kudos to the Mets, and their manager (and former Yankee player/coach) Willie Randolph for a season to be proud of. It could be a very interesting October in NY baseball-wise.
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK
Let's play Jeopardy: The MSCL version.
A: From Here to Eternity
Q: How much does Lisa hate her job?
Q: Who hates her job more than any other person in the entire world?
Q: What is the most fucked up company to work for?
A: Hideki Matsui back in the Yankee line up
Q: What is the only thing making Lisa happy today?
I think I set some sort of record today for junk mail received. Seriously. The thing about the junk mail? Most of it isn't for me. I still receive mail ALMOST EVERY DAY addressed to my parents. Who died over 5 years ago. At first I would write "deceased" on the mail & send it back but it didn't seem to make any difference. Which brings me to the point of this post -- the 9/11 families (yes, I'm going to make the segue from junk mail to 9/11). What I wonder is this: just getting some bullshit junk mail addressed to my parents makes me sad. How do the 9/11 families cope with the loss of a loved one, which is such a private thing, in such a public forum? Not that they would ever forget the anniversary but maybe for once they would like to? Does it make it harder that everyone makes such a big hoopla? With me, a computer generated form letter donation request can make me depressed, how do you cope with every newspaper, tv, and everything else reminding you, reminding you, that today is the anniversary of one of the worse days of your life?
I've been to hundreds of concerts, from sold out shows in large arenas to intimate gatherings in venues no bigger than my living room. I've seen big name acts and I've seen no name acts. I've seen nobodies before they became somebodies and somebodies that were soon to be nobodies. I've seen (and heard) the good, the bad and the ugly.
There are some artists who if they were singing the phone book I'd go. One of those is Jackson Browne. From the first time I saw him (No Nukes in Battery Park, 1979) to the last (a few weeks ago) and every show in between I always come away feeling fortunate to have been there. Of course I loved his music long before I ever attended one of his shows. His lyrics have always spoken to me in a way few others have (Linda Paloma nonwithstanding).
"Farther On" is a perfect example of why I love Jackson Browne.
In my early years I hid my tears
And passed my days alone
Adrift on an ocean of loneliness
My dreams like nets were thrown
To catch the love that I'd heard of
In books and films and songs
Now there's a world of illusion and fantasy
In the place where the real world belongs
Still I look for the beauty in songs
To fill my head and lead me on
Though my dreams have come up torn and empty
As many times as love has come and gone
To those gentle ones my memory runs
To the laughter we shared at the meals I filled their kitchens and living rooms
With my schemes and my broken wheels It was never clear how far or near
The gates to my citadel lay
They were cutting from stone some dreams of their own
But they listened to mine anyway I'm not sure what I'm trying to say
It could be I've lost my way
Though I keep a watch over the distance Heaven's no closer than it was yesterday
And the angels are older
They know not to wait up for the sun
They look over my shoulder
At the maps and the drawings of the journey I've begun
Now the distance leads me farther on
Though the reasons I once had are gone I keep thinking I'll find what I'm looking for
In the sand beneath the dawn
But the angels are older
They can see that the sun's setting fast
They look over my shoulder
At the vision of paradise contained in the light of the past
And they lay down behind me
To sleep beside the road till the morning has come
Where they know they will find me
With my maps and my faith in the distance
Moving farther on
This time of year is usually pretty intense at TCTPMS but this year it's different. The intensity is there but now there is so much more added to the mix -- fear, sadness, anger and lots and lots of uncertainty. And it's kicking my butt. Without going into the whole saga, I (and the rest of my office) may or may not have jobs come October. And if we do have jobs, we don't know what those jobs will be. But they will not be what we do now. It's all very confusing, frustrating and downright pissing me off. Besides getting my resume out there and getting the word out, I don't know what else to do.
Thank goodness the Yanks are playing well, at least I don't have to worry about that.
Now Damon has a porn mustache? What the hell is going on over in the Yankees clubhouse?
FYI to the old guy sitting right in the first row behind home plate at the Yanks-Royals game tonight: look at where you sitting you fat fuck. Get off the phone,shut your trap and enjoy the game.
Did Singleton just say that A-Rod has no balls? Them's fighting words.
Happy happy birthday to one of my dearest friends. And the words "dearest friend" don't begin to encompass or truly express how much he means to me, how much I value his friendship, insight and wacky observations. Even if he is a Met fan.
Have I mentioned how much I am loving Bobby Abreu?
He's fit seamlessly into the lineup and is doing a great job with the bat & glove. In 31 games with the Yanks, he's batting .357 with almost 20 rbi's and 21 walks, with a fielding percentage of .985.
Not that I'm surprised. Because if nothing else in the world, I know my baseball and I knew he would be a great fit for this team. Sheffield? Who's that?