Somewhere between Bell's Palsy and death
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
All this over a station wagon
To the woman who had a hemorrhage at me for parking so close to her beloved Volvo: You know, the point of me doing that WAS to get back at the asshole who decided he needed two parking spaces. But since YOU were such a twat to ME, then here's my response had you stuck around and not yelled "BITCH" at the top of your lungs in a municipal government parking lot.

I hope getting your ass stuck on the gear shift got you off good, because I know your man doesn't want to fuck some fat broad who can't squeeze into her own car.

No, seriously, had she not freaked out and acted like an idiot, I would be happy to apologize. But no, she got up in my face. Freak. Go have another Twinkie.
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My date with Perry Farrell: So. Unbelievably. Best.
You have no idea how completely freakin' cool this day was, and on so many different levels, too. God, where to start ...
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Monday, March 15, 2004
Will Perry love a cripple?
Just spent the whole day painting Greta's new living room; I was the trim girl. (Heh. Trim. Yeah, baby.) I don't think there will be drugs strong enough to relax my back before tomorrow at 4 p.m. Good Christ, my hip flexors suck.
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Sunday, March 14, 2004
Region folk on metrosexuality
"Would I get a manicure? Sure. But I'll also take a bat to your head." -- The one guy, very early Sunday morning, March 14
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Saturday, March 13, 2004
Me me me meeeeeme
I've been trying to start my 100 things thing, but dang, that's tough when everyone else's is so funny. So I'll take baby steps and hork this meme (courtesy of Glovebox Sandwiches). Read 'em now, y'all, because I ain't fillin' 'em out when you send them to me in the mail.
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Friday, March 12, 2004
Got my kitty rockin’ like Dokken
Me: Sitting at my desk, chair-thrashing to "Just Because," which I've been blasting over and over since finding out I will be seeing PERRY FARRELL on Monday (did I mention that already? If not, I'm going to see PERRY FARRELL of Jane's Addiction fame on Monday. I might even get to talk to him.)

My big cat: Over on the bed, getting his groove on with the afghan, purring loudly.

We rock over in this hizzouse, yo.
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I will SO be wearing the red Manolos for this.
Ok, so long before I realized I was supposed to write, I worked for IEG, a Chicago-based publishing company that specializes in the sponsorship industry. (For our purposes here, my position wasn't important, but it was customer service wonk/fulfillment wonk, if you're interested.) And each year, they held a 3-1/2 day conference about sponsorship and would bring in all these huge names in the industry to keynote. It was, like, the total bomb-diggity, held at the Chicago Hilton & Towers, which is totally swank -- so swank that, because it's a gi-normous event each year, the hotel throws in the Conrad Hilton suite gratis for the company owners to crash. Nothing like partying in a two-story hotel suite with a butler, lemme tell YOU.

But that's not the point. The point is, one of the keynote speakers this year is none other than Perry Farrell -- you know, leader of Jane's Addiction? -- and THEY'RE ISSUING ME A PRESS PASS TO SEE HIM! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee! Now, he's not granting interviews so far, but I've already been told that if I happen to catch him as he's walking from the ballroom, I won't be precluded from trying to pin him down (provided, of course, that I don't literally pin him down and try to hump his leg while muttering "I love you!" over and over. But I can't make any promises, because IT'S PERRY FUCKIN' FARRELL! OH. MY. GOD.)

You wish you were me now, doncha!?!?
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Shameless product pimping, pt. 1
Another thing I'm really not supposed to do as a reporter is be a mouthpiece for products, because that shows bias, implies impropriety, blah blah blah and so and so forth. Well, since I a) already wrote the story, and b) made no secret of accepting the case of potato chips given to me because I went straight into the office and shared it, I have absolutely no compunction in saying what I'm about to say:

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Thursday, March 11, 2004
That’s some balls … or something …
Today, the New York Post published a picture of a woman jumping to her death off a 24-story building.

You know, I could understand publishing the pictures of people jumping out of the Twin Towers, because I'd like to think that they did what they did out of hope that someone somehow would save them. But to capture someone's pain like that and broadcast it to the world? That's not even art, for Chrissake.

(Link courtesy of Romenesko.)
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Random observation not fueled by coffee
As I was trying to get myself up and off the couch and head into the shower, I caught a segment on "GMA" that claims weddings have become a big thing in Iraq. Which is all right, I guess, but in the wedding they showed, the dude was all smiling and partying up, while the woman looked as if she was about to hit the gas chamber.
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Wednesday, March 10, 2004
My point, exactly …
Except it's ensconced in a beautifully written essay.

Link courtesy of the esteemed PB Curtis.
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He’s a rollin’ stone.
One of the downsides of not stealing cable: having to watch whatever's on Fox because it's the only channel you get with any regular clarity. Anyone catch the premiere of "Cracking Up?" Wow, that was fucked up. Reminded me of that Chris Elliott debacle of many years ago -- not the show's theme as much as the feeling I got from it, which is that the show is a trainwreck, but yet I'll watch, anyway, because I can't (read: have no choice but to not) look away.

So today I attended the wake of a colleague's mom. It was deep in the heart of Gary's West Side, where the east-west streets aren't named after dead presidents. And as I passed by Baker Street, the same-named song by Jerry Rafferty crept into my head, and I started thinking of the one guy.
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Tuesday, March 09, 2004
Understatement of the year
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Monday, March 08, 2004
Ding-dong! The witch is moved!
Blind item: Who's the colleague I can't stand that has NOW BEEN MOVED TO A DIFFERENT AREA THAT I DON'T COVER!?!?! Go me! It's my birfday!
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Walking that fine line
As if my normal anxieties about money and feeding myself haven't been weighing on me enough, they've been furthered by the harrowing tale of Dooce, who, if you're not reading her, you need to, because she's freakin' hilarious. But long story short, she got canned from her job because of her personal blog.
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It is the job of a good person to be honest. To be self-aware. To deliberately explore the fault lines of your character and try desperately to not inflict suffering in this strange, ghost-ridden world of worked and fabricated objects. Sometimes the jobs of writer and good person coincide. But more often they don’t. There are way more writers in the world than there are good people.

100 things
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