1. Movies in theatres. There are so many bad movies out right now! I just saw Terminator, but only because I was desperate to get out of the house and get me some cheap entertainment. Aside from a few helicopter crashes and interesting chase scenes, it was pretty much a bore. But what else am I supposed to see? Tom Hanks in the Vatican Library? Ben Stiller fighting monkeys at the museum? Star Freakin' Trek?? God!
2. Susan Boyle. Look, I don't want to be a hater. I've already complained once about her hype, and now it seems that her 15 minutes are turning into an hour. Can we all chip in and send her a good voice teacher, STAT? She is just not. that. good. OK? Let it go, tone deaf people.
3. Ashton Kutcher as the King of Twitter. I'm giving twitter a chance, because it looks like you can discover many cool things there (it's like surfing the net, but in a condensed and hyper-fast way), but Ashton is not my oracle, and if he is yours, you need a life.
4. Job Search Scams. I just got conned by a job advertisement and the subsequent submission of my information and resume. I don't think they've stolen my identity (yet), but I got my revenge by reporting them to the authorities. Scammers preying on vulnerable job seekers belong in the 4th circle of Hell, the one meant for the greedy, where they make you push around money bags.
5. Reality Show "Celebrities." Am I really supposed to feel sorry for "celebrities" who decide to do reality shows in order "to provide for their families?" If you have done one of the following: sold a Senate seat, famewhored out your D-List self, or complained about the cheating husband who fathered your eight babies, I am probably less likely to watch your stupid show.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Monday, May 25, 2009
From Friends to Followers
I have discovered Twitter, and I'm pretty sure it will be my new addiction. I'm tweeting, y'all! So far, I have two tweets and 5 followers, but it's a start.
So, c'mon! Follow me, quesadelia, and all my wisdoms, on twitter. I will follow you, too.
So, c'mon! Follow me, quesadelia, and all my wisdoms, on twitter. I will follow you, too.
As the Parents Turn
I received a happy surprise early last year when my father, who lives deep in the low country of South Carolina, informed me that he would be voting for Barak Obama in the Democratic primary. I almost dropped my phone, but I should have seen it coming. My dad had been conservative for a long time and in more ways that one, but he started to break from his Republican voting ways when Bush the Younger ran for president. However, a vote for Obama (and in the primary, no less) would be his first vote for a Democrat I think, ever.
The weirdness has not stopped here. Dear ol' Dad, former carnivore, is now a vegetarian. Technically, he is a vegan, because he is also avoiding dairy and eggs, but he hasn't yet owned up to this title. Sometime last year, (about the time he started voting democratic, coincidentally enough) his doctor informed him that he may need to get a heart valve replacement in a few years. He immediately began researching heart disease and diets, and he honed in on a diet recommendation developed by an actual heart doctor: a vegetarian diet. I won't link to it here because I don't remember the name of the book or the doctor, but the book is a best seller and the diet is being practiced by an entire fire station in Austin, Texas. (Manly men who fight fires can eat vegetarian!) What is shocking to me about my Dad's change of heart (!!), is my memory of eating vegetarian myself during my college days, and my dad silently thinking I was a freak for doing so. Ok, maybe that's not fair; maybe he just didn't completely understand, but that's what I was picking up on.
And NOW, my mother (my parents are divorced) has begun protesting. That is: she went to one of those "tea parties" on Tax Day. When I phoned her up late in the afternoon of April 15 to ask her an unrelated question, she informed me, in a tone of irony, that she had just been to a "tea party." I figured she had gone to one of her old-lady sorority gatherings, so I just said, "that's nice." She went on to describe the sign they made, and how there were many different kinds of people there, "democrats and republicans," and how the turn out was pretty good. "Oh. Oh! You went to one of those?!" And my immediate thought was, they watch too much Fox News. Which is true.
But hey, should I be more understanding? Open minded? Proud? After all, my parents are becoming me in college!
The weirdness has not stopped here. Dear ol' Dad, former carnivore, is now a vegetarian. Technically, he is a vegan, because he is also avoiding dairy and eggs, but he hasn't yet owned up to this title. Sometime last year, (about the time he started voting democratic, coincidentally enough) his doctor informed him that he may need to get a heart valve replacement in a few years. He immediately began researching heart disease and diets, and he honed in on a diet recommendation developed by an actual heart doctor: a vegetarian diet. I won't link to it here because I don't remember the name of the book or the doctor, but the book is a best seller and the diet is being practiced by an entire fire station in Austin, Texas. (Manly men who fight fires can eat vegetarian!) What is shocking to me about my Dad's change of heart (!!), is my memory of eating vegetarian myself during my college days, and my dad silently thinking I was a freak for doing so. Ok, maybe that's not fair; maybe he just didn't completely understand, but that's what I was picking up on.
And NOW, my mother (my parents are divorced) has begun protesting. That is: she went to one of those "tea parties" on Tax Day. When I phoned her up late in the afternoon of April 15 to ask her an unrelated question, she informed me, in a tone of irony, that she had just been to a "tea party." I figured she had gone to one of her old-lady sorority gatherings, so I just said, "that's nice." She went on to describe the sign they made, and how there were many different kinds of people there, "democrats and republicans," and how the turn out was pretty good. "Oh. Oh! You went to one of those?!" And my immediate thought was, they watch too much Fox News. Which is true.
But hey, should I be more understanding? Open minded? Proud? After all, my parents are becoming me in college!
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
I said Don't Mess with It
Isn't it so hipster to blog your clever conversations? I know! Here's one that happened last night chez nous:
Mr. P: Why are they always saying "Don't Mess with Texas?" Is anyone actually messing with Texas?
Me: Not since they've been warned.
Mr. P: Are other states picking fights with Texas?
Me: Well, Mexico messed with Texas once, and it ended badly. For Mexico.
Mr. P: But I'm not messing with Texas. Why won't they leave me alone?
Me: You know, I love my friends and family in Texas; I even love many of the cities and towns, but yeah; it does seem like Texas has a giant chip on its shoulder.
Thank goodness Mr. P is from Poland and can point these things out to me. He always helps me to see the world from a different perspective.
Monday, May 4, 2009
Next step in my job search: Black Magic
It's 9:00 a.m., and the dog has already accomplished more than I have. He has managed to destroy: a softball (that the neighbor kid knocked over our fence), and the kitty box scooper (he chewed up the handle, giving it a more avant-garde look).
I haven't updated in a while because I've been super preoccupied with trying to find a new job, which I need, like, yesterday. I had an interview with a temp agency last week, because I'm an American, and when I want something, I need instant gratification. Are temp agencies like the fast-food of the employment world? I don't care. At least they can give me access to jobs which are not necessarily advertised. Anyway, the agency is interested in me and wants to place me in a particular permanent position, but they are "waiting to hear back from the client." That was almost a week ago. I was hoping they would just start putting me on temp assignments so I could at least give notice, but what I plan and hope and what the universe gives me are usually two very different things. All I really want is a straight-forward job and a non-psycho boss. Is that too much to ask? Please keep your fingers crossed for me that these two wishes come true! I'm not so excited, really, to jump back into the full-time job gig, but life is expensive, and both of us have to bring home the bacon it seems.
In addition to my interview last week, I also saw an alternative healer to help ease me of my anxiety, and boy, is that a story. It was really awesome and helped, especially with alleviating the toxic energy I had been engaging from my boss. But I must post this story separately. It's a weird one, though, but you wouldn't expect less from me now, would you?
I haven't updated in a while because I've been super preoccupied with trying to find a new job, which I need, like, yesterday. I had an interview with a temp agency last week, because I'm an American, and when I want something, I need instant gratification. Are temp agencies like the fast-food of the employment world? I don't care. At least they can give me access to jobs which are not necessarily advertised. Anyway, the agency is interested in me and wants to place me in a particular permanent position, but they are "waiting to hear back from the client." That was almost a week ago. I was hoping they would just start putting me on temp assignments so I could at least give notice, but what I plan and hope and what the universe gives me are usually two very different things. All I really want is a straight-forward job and a non-psycho boss. Is that too much to ask? Please keep your fingers crossed for me that these two wishes come true! I'm not so excited, really, to jump back into the full-time job gig, but life is expensive, and both of us have to bring home the bacon it seems.
In addition to my interview last week, I also saw an alternative healer to help ease me of my anxiety, and boy, is that a story. It was really awesome and helped, especially with alleviating the toxic energy I had been engaging from my boss. But I must post this story separately. It's a weird one, though, but you wouldn't expect less from me now, would you?
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