Stream This Consciousness
I'm not gonna lie to you.
I have absolutely no idea what to blog about today.
Usually when this happens, I find some little aspect of my life (whether it's finding art for my iTunes library or accidentally blowing up an oven) and then expand on that in a quasi-clever effort to make it seem like I'd planned that topic all along.
But I've spent the past 74 hours trying to find something like that and I'm now physically and emotionally exhausted from it. It's true. Have you ever found a big jug of Red Vines at Target on sale for $3.49 and thought to yourself, "Hmm. I wonder if I can center a blog around this?"
Believe me, it's no way to live.
So instead of bothering with all that pretense, I'm just not even gonna think. It's not good for me and it's not good for you.
So I'm just gonna write. Who knows where we'll end up. The only certainty is that one of us is going to end up in tears.
Right now, I'm sitting in my apartment watching the Bears and Packers, suddenly aware of how asinine a job it is to be an NFL analyst. Seriously. I love football more than I love 83 percent of other people. But when you wake up every Sunday, put on a suit with an obnoxious tie (or a crazy hat if you're a female analyst), and then talk about how other people play a game, it's basically the equivalent of someone sitting around and critiquing how a couple people play a game of Chutes And Ladders.
I spent most of yesterday (which was Saturday) at the AP skyscraper since Saturday is pretty much the only day I'm guaranteed not to have 43 meetings, thus allowing me to commit any four-minute period to just one task. The only downside is that when you're all alone in the office at night, it's pretty much a given that you're going to suddenly realize how creepy it is and then convince yourself you just saw a ghost. I actually forgot that I got a haircut earlier in the day and literally shrieked when I looked in the bathroom mirror.
But today, the main agenda is:
1. Wake up
2. Pizza
3. Blog
4. Person L show
It's actually been a good half-week span for me and shows. I went to see Dredg a few days ago and they were actually pretty effing brilliant, even with the fact that the crowd featured a lot of large guys in hoodies who look like they just got back from basic training and were flailing around violently as if they had never ever danced before in their lives. By the way, the opening bands were pretty gall darn insane. Telescreen--ahem, a band I put in our AP&R section a few months ago (I'm very awesome)--play atmospheric shoegaze from behind a stage-sized video screen and Judgment Day--who are in contention for the least original band name right behind the Devil Wears Prada--are an instrumental cello/violin/drum metal trio who make Apocalyptica look like the junior high wind ensemble at St. Ignatius.
Okay.
I'm literally out of thoughts.
All I want is a nap.
Possibly a Fruit Roll-Up.
But enough about me.
How are you today?
I have absolutely no idea what to blog about today.
Usually when this happens, I find some little aspect of my life (whether it's finding art for my iTunes library or accidentally blowing up an oven) and then expand on that in a quasi-clever effort to make it seem like I'd planned that topic all along.
But I've spent the past 74 hours trying to find something like that and I'm now physically and emotionally exhausted from it. It's true. Have you ever found a big jug of Red Vines at Target on sale for $3.49 and thought to yourself, "Hmm. I wonder if I can center a blog around this?"
Believe me, it's no way to live.
So instead of bothering with all that pretense, I'm just not even gonna think. It's not good for me and it's not good for you.
So I'm just gonna write. Who knows where we'll end up. The only certainty is that one of us is going to end up in tears.
Right now, I'm sitting in my apartment watching the Bears and Packers, suddenly aware of how asinine a job it is to be an NFL analyst. Seriously. I love football more than I love 83 percent of other people. But when you wake up every Sunday, put on a suit with an obnoxious tie (or a crazy hat if you're a female analyst), and then talk about how other people play a game, it's basically the equivalent of someone sitting around and critiquing how a couple people play a game of Chutes And Ladders.
I spent most of yesterday (which was Saturday) at the AP skyscraper since Saturday is pretty much the only day I'm guaranteed not to have 43 meetings, thus allowing me to commit any four-minute period to just one task. The only downside is that when you're all alone in the office at night, it's pretty much a given that you're going to suddenly realize how creepy it is and then convince yourself you just saw a ghost. I actually forgot that I got a haircut earlier in the day and literally shrieked when I looked in the bathroom mirror.
But today, the main agenda is:
1. Wake up
2. Pizza
3. Blog
4. Person L show
It's actually been a good half-week span for me and shows. I went to see Dredg a few days ago and they were actually pretty effing brilliant, even with the fact that the crowd featured a lot of large guys in hoodies who look like they just got back from basic training and were flailing around violently as if they had never ever danced before in their lives. By the way, the opening bands were pretty gall darn insane. Telescreen--ahem, a band I put in our AP&R section a few months ago (I'm very awesome)--play atmospheric shoegaze from behind a stage-sized video screen and Judgment Day--who are in contention for the least original band name right behind the Devil Wears Prada--are an instrumental cello/violin/drum metal trio who make Apocalyptica look like the junior high wind ensemble at St. Ignatius.
Okay.
I'm literally out of thoughts.
All I want is a nap.
Possibly a Fruit Roll-Up.
But enough about me.
How are you today?
3 Comments:
Just saw Judgment Day play with Margot and the Nuclear So & So's here in Bloomington, IN. a few weeks ago.
I wasn't sure if it was totally awesome or a bit ridiculous. I'll go with the former, I guess. I can't say it wasn't entertaining (especially when the violinist blindfolded himself...I got a little stoked).
Even if being a sports analyst is the most asinine job in the world, I, for one, would jump at the chance to be able to make my living just by rambling on about football one day a week (or even every day, for that matter). In fact, the only thing better than rambling about football for money would be rambling about music for money.
My today is rather nasty, but my yesterday was kinda nice. I live right along the OH/WV border, so last night a group of friends and myself got together and went to see "The Light Show" in Wheeling, WV. It was pretty amazing; in an awkward way-- they have a flower garden that is made up completely of Christmas lights, as well as a huge dinosaur display that is all lights as well. In West Virginia standers it was pretty awesome; I believe it is the only thing in WV to ever make the travel channel. If you ever get stuck in Wheeling, WV on your way to or from Pittsburgh, go see it. Just don't get fooled into paying the 15 bucks for the entrance fee. Be sure to read the fine print.
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