3 posts tagged “blogging”

This is what my brain feels like right now, "buhhhhhh...", so I'll just tell a few stories:

1. The Help Me Out I'm Veeeeeeery Hungry Woman (I think that is pretty self-explanatory, no?) used to whine her way up and down Wall St. Monday through Friday AND in my neighborhood on Saturdays. Recently, she seems to have found some new weekday turf so I'm only accosted by her on Saturdays when I'm out and about in my neighborhood. This past Saturday, I was on my way home from the gym, schlepping and sweaty down 5th Avenue. The HMOIVH Woman and I began our usual sidewalk dance: she asking me to buy her a hamburger at McDonald's, me stepping out of her path and avoiding eye contact. She must have been extremely hungry on Saturday, and like me, must get super cranky when starvation sets in, because after I made it clear that I would not be feeding her she said to me, "Sweetie, ya' really need to comb ya' haaaaaaaiiiiir."

Whew. Okay, I actually did. I hadn't showered in a couple of days and I had just been to the gym. But really, HMOIVH lady? Did you really just go there?

The answer is yes, she did, and she went there once more after I turned around and glared at her. "What?" she said, "YOU DO."

If, when you started reading this post you thought, "Geez, Allison, you're such a jerk. Have you any sympathy for those in need?" I bet you're not thinking that anymore. And if you are, get this: in the summertime, when HMOIVH lady wears sandals, she always has painted toenails. Spending $12 on a cheap pedicure is a luxury for me, so I sure as hell don't feel bad for her.

2. Speaking of pedicures, last October I broke my cell phone by dropping it in the foot bath while getting a pedicure. A bunch of friends emailed me their phone numbers, so I guess the statistics would tell you that I'd mess one up somehow. Saturday, I texted a friend of mine about some plans for the evening and I immediately got a text back asking "Who is this???" I texted back my full name in an effort to be sassy via text and then got 3 phone calls from some dude (apparently the phone number I texted was NOT my friend's) who was hell-bent on being a total jackass to me. And to Amanda, as I had her field one of the phone calls. So, sorry I texted you, Andy Westling of Boston, you jackass! I hope someone Googles your name and sees this.

3. I've been thinking of telling my friends to stop watching How I Met Your Mother. Back in the fall, when I used to roam the hallways of my office looking for someone, ANYONE, who watched this brilliant classic sitcom, the show was really funny. Then, I recommended it to a bunch of friends, and I guess lots of other loyal viewers did, too, because HIMYM is just getting kind of unfunny. Not to be a whiny elitist, if that's even possible when it comes to sitcoms, but the more people who watch a sitcom, the worse it gets. That is, until tonight. It was a classic episode, and I'm waiting for someone to post Barney's "Top 10" list on YouTube. Here's a preview: Esca-LAID.

4. My favorite joke about something unoriginal is, "I liked that [insert title of TV show or movie] when it was called [insert title of better TV show/movie] with [insert star who totally made it great]." I've been able to base this joke around one of my favorite movies, Groundhog Day, starring Bill Murray, in two instances lately -- the ill-fated "Day Break" starring Taye Diggs and the newly released "Premonition" starring Sandra Bullock. So, here's the joke:
I liked this way better when it was called Groundhog Day starring Bill Murray. Hah!

5. Not to dwell on TV, but I have some new Jim/Pam/JAM opinions. I think...I don't...wantthemtogettogether. There. I said it. I'm still thinking about it (A LOT), though, and lurking on the absolutely ridiculous TV Without Pity JAM Spoilers board, so stay tuned.

Alright, I've sufficiently bored myself to near sleep, which was really my goal since I have to be up by 6 a.m. tomorrow.

Buhhhhhh...

I have a friend from college who keeps asking me where my blog is. I think that he thinks since I like to write and have lots of opinions, I should have a blog -- feminist, liberal-leaning, and rant-filled at that!

I do love to write and I do have lots of opinions, but I'm conflicted by the medium of blogging because of its egoism and isolation from the creative process.

Wait, whaaa...? See? Don't you wish I DIDN'T have a blog?

Who wants to read about my philosophy of blogging?

That was my inner voice that I'm trying to ignore at work up there, and that will surely prove to be a big hurdle in this blogging endeavor.

Anyway, a blog is so different because it fits nowhere in my relationship with writing and the writing process. When I was a kid and started having to write essays for school, my favorite part was reading aloud my first draft to my parents and having them give me suggestions. In college, I would read aloud assignments or weekly columns to my roommates before submitting them. At my job, none of my work gets published without being read by at least one set of careful eyes. I've always been one of the few geeks who totally loves peer editing.

I guess it just feels weird to click "publish" without having my work ripped to shreds, or at the very least, having been read aloud to my mom while she's dozing on the couch.

Now I will systematically repost all my lame blogs from my MySpace account.

I read recently that a woman named Leslie Harpold died. I love reading about people who did cool stuff on the World Wide Web when it was just a wee young internet, and she was one of them. She was evidently really genuine in her enthusiasm about virtual communities, blogging, and web production and was the coolest nerd around.

I've discovered that she was an amazing writer; I'm a sucker for personal essays -- many of hers are archived here. This one is my favorite of the archive. I've read it three times today.

There are nine pages of del.icio.us tags devoted to people writing about her death. Seems appropriate that she's inspiring all kinds of good web writing.

Anyway, when you Google "thank you," an article she wrote for The Morning News is the second of more than 3 million results. You should read her article on how to write a proper thank you note: you'll find it here.