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Thursday, September
18, 2003 at 13:46:45 (EDT) |
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You babe — steppin' out, into the weeknight
Sometimes I think I like going out on weekday nights better than going
out on the weekends. Over the past few months I've managed to schedule
stuff to do after work nearly every night. Part of it is a desire
to get out and meet new people, but the other side of it is a need
to get out of the damn house. Working from home, one tends to become
rather isolated from the world, and home itself becomes repellent.
I like lounging around the house as much as the next guy, but I need
to stay away from it on a regular basis. Until last night I hadn't
been out of the house since Sunday night. That's too much time in
the same place.
So I broke the cycle last night with a screening of Dirty
Pretty Things at BAM
(note: Lost
in Translation comes to BAM on Friday!). I often have mixed
feelings about Stephen Frears work, but he really pulls this one
off, tho in a weird way I would have liked it if the movie had been
a bit more evil. Speaking of evil, the mojitos at the Royale
Bar in Park Slope are evil. I'm not sure if I mean that in a
bad way. Last night Danish DJ Cool Yule (see his middle name is
'Julle' and it's supposed to be a play on words and oh forget it)
played an increasingly bizarre mix of stuff (like Justin Timberlake
and then The Smiths and then James Brown), and I discovered that
the Royale's rocks glasses are larger than I'm used to. At first
I just thought they were pricey ($6), then I realized I was probably
getting at least 50% more Powers
in my glass each time. Next time I will try to take that into consideration.
At least I was cognizant enough to know I could not wait for the
subway, even though I had already walked down and swiped my Metrocard.
After thinking about how long it would take to get and 
train to a 
train, I turned around and headed for the nearest car service.
Posted By Jimmy Legs
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Tuesday, September
16, 2003 at 12:12:58 (EDT) |
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You wanna figure it out
Can anybody explain to me why I can't do my job? I mean, I can do
it, but I don't wanna. However, I will spend all day doing web-related
work, even really tedious stuff, as long as it's not for my day job.
I'm currently working on a number of top-secret side projects, each
of which is not empirically fascinating work. But I find myself gravitating
towards it, no matter how terse the emails from my job become. I just
need to find a way to convince myself that job tedium can be as fun
as non-job tedium. Maybe I should try to have less tedium in general.
Here's an indication of my current level of dedication: I overslept
(again) yesterday morning, and was only awakened by a phone call
related to the conference call I was supposed to be on ten minutes
before. I groggily wrote down the call in numbers on the only paper
I had available: a pack of cigarettes. Then I called in to the meeting
in my underwear. This is not the life of a professional. Maybe that's
why I do it.
Posted By Jimmy Legs
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Tuesday, September
16, 2003 at 10:30:02 (EDT) |
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Who always wants to get fed? Who's a quadruped?
Mr. Bones finally has some validation: in this article
about pet obesity, an orange tabby went from 22 pounds to 21, after
adhering to a 9-month diet. In 9 months, this cat lost one pound?
I think somebody's been sneaking Tender Vittles on the side. Mr. Bones
weighed in at 21 pounds a couple of months ago, and currently he weighs
a svelte 19 pounds. So at least we know there are bigger cats out
there. [link via callalillie]
According to my painstaking research, I have a theory that Mr.
Bones is part ragdoll, a particularly large breed of cat. They often
weigh 20+ pounds and although ragdolls tend to have long fur, his
markings could be described as "high-white
bicolor." Even his facial characteristics resemble a ragdoll's
stunned expression:
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M still believes Mr. Bones is part Siberian
Snow Leopard, but until he produces a gallery of irrefutable
evidence as I have here, his claims will remain dubious.
Posted By Jimmy Legs
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Sunday, September
14, 2003 at 17:19:54 (EDT) |
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Mere alcohol doesn't thrill me at all, unless
I drink a lot of it
 Many
parties this weekend. We remembered to bring a camera to one of them.
Abby & Zack just moved into a duplex garden apartment (copycats!),
and had a big housewarming party. Their
new pad is very nice, but it was seriously lacking in cats. Lucky
for them I'm about to drop a couple kittens on 'em in a few weeks.
Saturday was D's birthday in Sunset Park. Over the years she has
received many bottles of champagne as gifts and used the occasion
of her birthday an as excuse to finally open 'em all up. I never
drank so much champagne in my life. At least I think I haven't.
It's hard to say both due to impaired judgment on my part, as well
as the fact that champagne flutes (plastic or otherwise) seem to
be deceptive in how much they hold. When the good champagne was
gone, I was handed cocktails of varying potency that, had I not
put the brakes on, would have resulted in one of my signature Super-Hangovers,
something I am happy to have avoided today.
Posted By Jimmy Legs
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More
kitten pictures if you can stand it |
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