weekend as told through my Running Inner Monologue
I played Goose to my friend’s Maverick at a singles mixer recently, which turned out to be a total bust. It was like wife-hunting in a hockey locker room. Ah well. So afterwards I decided to walk to Ippudo and have myself some akamaru ramen. It’s like that expression: when life gives you lemons, you throw that shit out and you go buy some 15-year single malt scotch.
Whoops, forgot my own anniversary. As of last week, I have been blogging for 10 years. Whatever. I’m over it.
Daytime birthday parties means you are either very young or very old.
According to The Pierley /Redford Dissociative Affect Diagnostic (via waxy):
You reach out to the world and pull in experiences of all forms and kinds. Spontaneous, immediate and active, you have a natural tendency to win, whether this is in the business world or on the freeway. In the right context this can be a positive encouragement to those around you. In the wrong context it can lead to a pathetic display of ego and misplaced pride. You are always on the prowl for clues as to how to win. Usually this behavior is unconscious or playful but the sense of play can rapidly disappear if you are found to be losing in the aforementioned contest. Only those who don’t compete are met with derision. You love to be the center of attention. The moment at hand is always of prime concern. Worries about the future or the past, or abstract discussions of philosophical matters are something for others to concern themselves with. Emotions are fleeting and often used as tactics.
Which shape can read your mind?
I have finally found that elusive beast, productivity. Apparently it stalks in the ungodly hours.
Well, at least I still have my physical health, and the love and admiration of my peers.
In which I failed.
New diversion: Steak of the Month Club.
Mr. Stevens agreed to meet in mid-January for a dinner paid for by The Times. Asked to pick a “fine restaurant” in his neighborhood, he rather cheekily selected a modern French bistro in Palo Alto offering an eight-course prix fixe meal for $118. Liquid nitrogen and “fairy tale pumpkin” were two of the featured ingredients.
God, what snippy reporting.
Many citizens, even those who sympathize with cuts in spending, insist that not all pork is cured with the same untoward salt. “I do agree we have to cut from somewhere,” said Steve Tribble, the county judge executive of Christian County in Kentucky, where a planned road project is now imperiled. “I am against some earmarks,” he said. “Not the good ones. I can promise you this is not a road to nowhere.” (emphasis added)
Doozy of a sentence. Someone’s got pent-up writing energies…
My thoughts after skipping almost the entirety of the game, and watching all the commercials afterwards on Hulu.
Sell-out of the year? Tie between Eminem for Lipton Ice Tea. or Black Eyed Peas for SalesForce.com. You could argue that Eminem’s commercial was at least self-referential with regards to his endorsement, while there is now a site called thebabypeas.com.
Every PepsiMax commercial was awful.
Best commercial, hands-down, was Chrysler’s “Imported from Detroit“. Statement piece. Shifts the conversation about their company. Takes their disadvantage (decrepit Detroit) and turns it to their strength. Some is serious Don Draper Wheel of Life shit. Even the Eminem (active day for him, eh?) cameo was dead-on because does anyone else represent Detroit and rebirth better than him?
Imported from Detroit
Apparently, cut-throat coupon competitors GroupOn and LivingSocial both had commercials. GroupOn wins. LivingSocial’s makes me scratch my head as to what I just watched or what the take-away was supposed to be.
The beer commercials keep getting weaker and weaker. At least nothing was overtly sexist or degrading this year. Stella Artois’ “Crying Jean” is the only one that stirred anything in me.
The Best Part
Sony Ericcson’s PLAY android commercial
Which commercials stuck out with you?
200 hours this month, or bust. And by bust, I mean, bust.
People define success by many means. I will know I have made it when I have one of these in my place.
I think I am finally over World War II.
The Opium Wars, I’m still working on.
I post in spurts.