Go to hell Curt Shilling
Geez, he makes it sound like the Yanks were beating down his door. What a dickwad.
Gah. I am boring myself with my boringness. I never do anything anymore. I go to work and come home. Every night. Every fucking night. Once in a while I'll go have a drink or a quick dinner with a friend but that's maybe once a month. And besides complaining about my job or how shitty I feel what do I have to talk about? I can't think of the last time I did anything new or different or just not so fucking boring. Luckily the cats don't mind that I'm the Queen of Boring.
I feel like I've been hit by a truck. I ache like a motherfucker and all I want to do is sleep. I slept until 10:30 this morning and I don't ever do that. Usually I'm up by 8:30 or so on the weekends; plus I was in bed by 10 last night so that's alot of sleep. It's not the flu -- I think it has to do with me going off the prednisone. After 13 months of steroids, I finally stopped taking them. And now I feel like crap. I did some internet research and sure enough, fatigue and muscle pain are signs of prednisone withdrawal. Coincidence? I don't know but I hope this shit passes quickly 'cause this shit sucks.
So the other night was the stupid black-tie work thing; it wasn't bad, it wasn't good, just another bullshit thing I had to endure. Alot of self-congratulating, posturing and one very long boring speech. The food was horrid, I was ravenous by the time I got home -- thank goodness for poptarts! And did I mention the feet hurting? Oh lord, were they ever. And you know what? There are muscles in your legs that hurt like fucking hell when you never wear heels.
But enough! of my blathering. This post is not about me (shocking I know) but one of the true originals in the music world. Today would have been Warren Zevon's 60th birthday. Zevon was a devastatingly talented songwriter; he was an astute chronicler of life and love, and his wit and talent are greatly missed.
In honor of this occasion, I give you one of the greatest songs he wrote *IMHO*.
Hasten Down The Wind
She tells him she thinks she needs to be free
He tells her he doesn't understand
She takes his hand
She tells him nothing's working out the way they planned
She's so many women
He can't find the one who was his friend
So he's hanging on to half her heart
He can't have the restless part
So he tells her to hasten down the wind
Then he agrees he thinks she needs to be free
Then she says she'd rather be with him
But it's just a whim
By which she hopes to keep him on the limb
She's so many women
He can't find the one who was his friend
So he's hanging on to half her heart
He can't have the restless part
So he tells her to hasten down the wind
- Laundry - check (ok, only half a check, I still have some more to do)
- Grocery shopping - check
- Washing kitchen & bathroom floors - check
- Putting away all the clothes I threw on the chair during the week - check
- Lay on the couch & finish re-watching S4 of "The Wire" - check
- Break in new shoes - not yet
- Make some gut-warming chili - not yet
Winter has finally arrived in the Northeast and damn! I did not miss the ass-biting cold one bit; I was rather enjoying the global-warmingness.
Since this is turning into the "How Much Lisa Hates Her Job & Just Cant Shut Up About It" blog I'll fill you on the latest goings-on at TCTMPS. Monday night is big to-do black tie event where attendance is mandatory. Just what I want to do - get dressed up and make small talk with strangers. Don't they know that Monday nights are dedicated to the exploits of a certain CTU agent?
I scoured the discount racks last weekend and came up with a not-quite-as-fancy-as my-boss-would-probably-like-outfit but FUCK YOU! If you ain't paying for it, you don't get a saying in it is how I'm thinking. My goal was too pull something together for under a hundred bucks -- which I thankfully was able to do. But back to the point -- that being I HATE MY JOB! Don't get me wrong, most of my co-workers are very nice people, some of whom I would have no objection to going out and having a drink with. But a black tie fucking bullshit gala? And this is after having to work all day and be right back there again bright & early Tuesday morning.
I must stop blogging now and go curl up on the couch with my blanky, kitty and S4 of the Wire.
If you are fan of 24
you must read this!
Excuse me I must go set up a perimter now!
In 1980 I saw the Kinks at Nassau Coliseum with a relative unknown as the opening act. John Cougar was promoting "Nothing Mattered and What If It Did", his second album. He had already achieved some modicum of fame, having authored "I Need A Lover" which was a huge hit for Pat Benatar. Fast forward to 1982 and the release of "American Fool" and JCM was an unknown no more. In 1985 he released "Scarecrow" which remains one of my favorite albums. Especially this song, which 20 years later, hits home more than ever.
Between A Laugh & A Tear
*with great vocals by Rickie Lee Jones
When paradise is no longer fit for you to live in
And your adolescent dreams are gone
Through the days you feel a little used up
And you don't know where your energys gone wrong
It's just your soul feelin a little downhearted
Sometimes life is too ridiculous to live
You count your friends all on one finger
I know it sounds crazy just the way that we live
Chorus:
Between a laugh and a tear
Smile in the mirror as you walk by
Between a laugh and a tear
And that's as good as it can get for us
And there ain't no reason to stop tryin'
When this cardboard town can no longer amuse you
You see through everything and nothin' seems worthwhile
And hypocrite used to be such a big word to you
And it don't seem to mean anything to you now
Just try to live each and every precious moment
Don't be discouraged by the future forget the past
That's old advice but it'll be good to you
I know there's a balance see it when I swing past
Chorus:
Between a laugh and a tear
Smile in the mirror as you walk by
Between a laugh and a tear
And that's as good as it can get for us
And there ain't no reason to stop tryin
Between a laugh and a tear
Smile in the mirror as you walk by
Between a laugh and a tear
And that's as good as it can get for us
And there ain't no reason to stop tryin'
When paradise can no longer amuse you.....
Warming up in the bullpen #43
On December 7, 1995 one of the best trades the Yankees ever made took place, with the Yankees sending Sterling Hitchcock & Russ Davis to Seattle for Tino Martinez, Jeff Nelson and Jim Mecir. While Mecir never made an impact, both Tino and Nellie contributed greatly to the 4 most recent World Series titles.
Best of luck to you Nellie.
Buffalo chicken wings with bleu cheese.
Impromptu family dinners.
A warm human body in my bed, waiting to make love to me.
Freaks & Geeks.
Friday night out with the girls (or any night for that matter).
WNEW-FM.
Cutting class and going to the beach instead.
I hate my job. I hate my job. I hate my job.I hate my job. I hate my job. I fucking hate hate hate it! Hate is not strong enough of a word -- think despise, detest, abhor, loathe.
Thank you MTA for making what should have been a no-more-than-30-minute subway ride take over an hour and half.
Thank you Staples for making me wait in line for over 20 minutes and selling me a defective mouse.
Thank you scammers for trying to scam me. If you want my money, you're going to have to do better than this.
(If this information is correct you are all set. Hello? Scammers? Maybe you should invest a little money in hiring someone who actually knows how to write a business letter.)
Seriously, this letter stopped me in my tracks. Because I hadn't moved and hadn't requested any change of address. After reading the letter through a few times I realized that it was con. I compared the phone # on the letter to the phone # on my card and of course, it was different. Just out of curiosity I called the # in the letter and in order to do anything you have to enter your whole credit card #. Which is how they get you.
don't let the door hit you on the way out
When the Yanks traded for Johnson a few years ago I was mildly excited. Then the season started, and while he didn't exactly suck, he wasn't exactly the Big Intimidating Unit either. This year was worse -- more like the Ghost of Randy Johnson. While I agree he's a Hall of Famer, he wasn't exactly a legend in pinstripes -- just another expensive acquistion who didn't produce (yes, A-Rod, I'm talking 'bout you) especially in the postseason. You might say Johnson went flacid while with the Yanks.
39 days til pitchers & catchers --
It was a shock to the system when the alarm clock went off this morning. After 5 days of doing virtually nothing it was time to get back to work and get out of the pjs. I don't know who was sadder this morning, me or the cats. Probably me since I was the one who actually had to leave the cozy confines of my fortress of solitude.
And I promised myself I wasn't going to let the bullshit and assholes at work get to me. I was going to have a better attitude and keep a smile on my face. How long do you think that lasted? If you guessed about 20 seconds you'd be off by about 15.
Does anyone want to give me health insurance and some $$$ to stay at home, lay on the couch and watch tv?
