Once again, for the gay-impaired: "Loving it...loving it..."
It's not "I like..."
Nor is it "Love it...love it"

For demonstration, see me last night at Sushi Samba or see Jack McFarland every Thursday on NBC.

Study: 'Guys can afford to wait to marry'

Yes, yes I can.

Where in the world is Carmen Sandiego?

So, I saw Kate and her husband Andy Spade last night at dinner. Why do people ask "how do you what she looks like"?

I'm looking for a good place to eat with some friends. I get to Citysearch where they have all those user comments and I inevitably go to the ones that are negative. I don't ignore the positive reviews but I do discount them. Somehow I want to know the worst that there is and set my expectations accordingly. Would that be considered 'dark side?'

Ummm...is there somebody out there in this world who both knows me and knows that Brandy is 7.5 months-plus preggers and neglected to inform me!??!?! I knew she got married but she's having a baby. I'm watching the reality TV show on MTV following her around. So, that's probably an old show which means she already has her baby girl. Brandy is a baby girl and she's having a kid? How come no one told me!

Just finished watching Shawshank Redemption. How great is that movie?

I remember starting it in the last days of my senior year of high school, in physics class. We took the AP test; we took the final. There really wasn't anything else to do so they put on movies in the class. I guess it was the last two days of class since we watched the first half one day, and the second the other. And I remember not being there for the second half. So, for 7 years, I've never seen the ending, all the while answering "yes" when asked whether I've seen the movie.

Anyway, good movie.

MH - I bought the book on a whim. Hear the author's name somewhere or saw the book on a list of "to read" or something. Had a vague notion it was going to be a movie soon. Was about to finish it when my sister asked me if I wanted to go see a preview screening of it put on Entertainment Weekly. Since I was almost done and thought the book was hilarious up till then, I was excited about seeing it for free. Movie didn't disappoint. Much easier to have someone put visuals to the words. I can't naturally do that.

I think I'm getting sick. And the three beers, chili dog and fries last night could not have helped. Dang it if I don't love me some chili dogs. They're the grossest thing on a plastic plate but it tastes so good.

With talk about ADD this weekend and Manboo being in my dream last night (calm down! Jennifer Aniston was in it too.), I decided to search for a test to see if I had ADD.

Result:
"Suspected: Inattentive ADD
The onset of these symptoms often become apparent later in child-hood or early adolescence. The brighter the individual, the later symptoms seem to become a problem. The symptoms must be present for at least six months and not be related to a depressive episode or the onset of marijuana usage."

Thank goodness I stopped my marijuana usage a while back or this diagnosis would so confuse things!

Also:
"Suspected: Limbic ADD
The limbic system lies near the center of the brain. It is about the size of a walnut. This is the part of the brain that sets a person's emotional tone or how positive or negative you are. The limbic system also affects motivation and drive. It helps get you going in the morning and encourages you to move throughout the day. It controls the sleep and appetite cycles of the body. It affects the bonding mechanism that enables you to connect with other people on a social level; your ability to do this successfully in turn influences your moods."

Hmmm...explains my solitary activities (bonding mechanism); why I'm so skinny (appetite cycles); why 14 hour sleeps are not unusual for me (sleep cycles).

This weekend (like most weekends), I did a by-myself thing (running at the gym, this time). I like doing things like that, where I pick up and go. I don't have to tell anyone or be on anyone else's schedule. So, if I had to stay at home for 5 minutes longer to fix my hair before I head out (even to the gym, yes), I'm not making someone else wait 5 extra minutes. It's rather a courtesy really, me doing things by myself.

Whoa whoa whoa! So, adored-guy is out now and church-man is in?! Talk about fickle!

Interesting, eye-opening post, Mei. Never knew that, never thought that about you. More later.

Yes, I have said that.
Yes, it's 5/30.

Very jealous to hear that you actually like your job.

I went to the Park today to rollerblade. Got hurt in the process. So I now have exposed flesh on my left palm, left knee and left butt cheek. Pretty.

Anyway, when I got home, and fumbled to open my brand-new, never-opened, had-for-over-a-year emergency kit, I realized that I have no idea what the hell I'm doing. Did I need to wipe it with something? Is "antiseptic" it? There was also another type of ointment in there. Then how am I suppose to cover it? Some gauze? Don't I need tape? Regular stolen-from-work tape? I don't have any other. Band-aids! Stick a band-aid on everything (though that's ironic considering I hate sticky stuff). That should work. And then reluctant to use the new band-aids in the kit, I saw that I had an older (back-in-Brooklyn-days-old) box of band-aids. And I'm there thinking, "Do band-aids expire?" Of course, all the while, the "sting-free" antiseptic wipe is STINGING like a MOTHER! Fuck it, I slapped on the old band-aid. Infections be damned! My take-away from this mini-drama is: get a honey to do this for me or get hurt a lot more so I know what the hell I'm doing.

Oh, also, as I got ready to go out, I had to wash up and style the hair so that it looks like I didn't do anything to it and it's "naturally" messy. For all the things I do with my right hand (heh heh....like writing and eating, pervs!), the left hand is pretty important. The left palm is where I dab on my pomade and the hand with which I run through my locks. With the band-aid and the stinging, I had to resort to the right hand. So, now I've got the Cameron-Diaz-"Something about Mary" look.

This thing better heal fast.

When did kids become grown ups so fast?

So, I was having lunch with a couple of summer interns this afternoon and when they asked what year we graduated and I said, '99, the girl had the nerve to say "wow, that's a while back!" On the inside, I was like, "WHAT?!?!? Say that to my face! Are you calling me old?!?" And of course, she did say it to my face and I could do nothing about it. Dang it! Dang my 25 years!

Were you bored because you knew the material already? Or was he just boring?

As smart as some of my coworkers are, they're pretty dumb. I mean, they're not dumb. They're just lazy. Does no one READ? I slave over these stupid documents only to have people NOT read them and ask me a ton of questions. But of course, I'm expected to wade through every single legal agreement and operational attachment to determine if it's passable. And of course, it's "my" product when I have to make decisions based on these readings, but they get to perpetuate misconceptions about its universal cost savings in newsletters. I'm not saying I want to write any damn articles, I just want them to take responsibilities for what they say by reading documents that outline why they are freakin' wrong whenever they open their big mouths.

I went to see my first Broadway play (versus musical) tonight: The Elephant Man with Billy Crudup. Saw Susan Sarandon and Tim Robbins there too but that's beside the point. The point is that I realized that watching plays are hard! I mean, to really understand and appreciate plays requires paying close attention to words and actions and to think along with the characters in real time. So, I've concluded that I'm dumb because I can't do it. It was a good play. I enjoyed it. I didn't nod off or anything, despite (or probably because I was) sitting next to a woman who every 20 minutes gurgled like she was about to throw up (she relayed this piece of information to her companion at the end of the 1-hour-45-minute-no-intermission play). The acting was good. I guess. I've never been able to really discern. I have absolutely no sense of what's good or not. What I can tell you is that I like the set design and lighting. How horribly sad that I notice and appreciate only that. Does practice make perfect? Should I see more plays? Or is that a waste money? My first instinct is to go find a book that tells you how to appreicate plays. That's what I've always thought: that everything one needs to know is in books. And for the most part, the books are probably out there. But there's gotta be a time and place where one learns these things for himself. That's not to say he learns it by himself because it could be in a classroom with other students or a friend teaches him. I gotta figure this out.

The topic in this article is RIDICULOUS. What's "front piggy-backing"? That's what I'd like to know! Is it like "riding the pony"? And what's with all the farm animal references?