What's awesome about the little league world series?

6'8, 256 lbs of pure awesome. "13" years old.

The Blogger Paradox

Why do bloggers feel it necessary to share every mundane detail of their lives? I can tell you personally, I don't care. I can assure you, anyone reading my blog also does not care. My opinion is that the blog should provide the reader with something funny, something creative, or something informative...anything pertaining to the dietary habits of the writer's pets does not qualify. Why do bloggers expect the reader to care about what they are writing??

Here's the paradox...I expect people to care because the posts I write are based on events that would (i think) make normal people laugh, cry, or curse out loud. But, chances are the reader still won't care, and I'm simply trapped in a circle of stupidity here. I suppose there's no point to my writing this, only that I haven't written in a while and needed to throw something down. Now for a quick question...

I encourage comments on this one because I want to know the proper etiquette. You call a friend for his/her birthday. The friend does not pick up, so you leave a message. Two weeks pass by, and you still haven't heard back from that friend, so you contact his/her significant other to find out whether your friend did indeed receive your message. The significant other said that he/she did receive the message, and nothing else is acknowledged. Is it wrong to give this situation a 'WTF' reaction? A birthday congratulation is a nice gesture, no? And nice gestures should generally be recognized, right? And I'm not talking about the whole vanity issue of not being able to do a good deed unless it's recognized. It's not like i'm donating $1 million to charity, i'm just calling a friend for a b-day...and I would return said friend's call if the situation were reversed. Maybe i'm just bitter...I am hungry, afterall. I'm going to eat now, maybe that will soak up the salt.

Being that guy

What sucks about being friends with a lot of the people you used to work with is that you sort of have to go back to work to see them.

I've been in this situation for the past year. I need to make it crystal clear that I hated that company and I still do hate it. However, I've been back inside the office probably 4 times since I quit a year ago, and I officially feel pathetic everytime the president walks by and sees me. I don't even live in this city anymore, but I'm sure it seems that I do nothing but hang outside of the office waiting for an excuse to come in.

So, with the internet community as my collective witness, I vow to NEVER step foot in that office again. So help me G-d, may I be kicked repeatedly in the baby maker by a pack of crazed wild boars anytime I consider stepping back into that place.

As far as the Murrayhill Company/Clayton Fixed Income services is concerned, Elvis has left the building!

Sincerely,
That Guy

To my Red Sox-supporting friends

Ouch...
Don't get me wrong, i hate the yankees. I'm a Mets fan (before we had the rockies, i was for the mets), and I hate seeing the yankees do well. However, that was a five game punch to the junk if I've ever seen one. My guess is the season's probably close to lost by now, but take solace in the fact that the yankees only have one really cool name on their team, Melky Cabrera, while the Sox have awesome personalities like Coco Crisp, Wily Mo Pena, ManRam and Papi.

In the moral victories dept, Red Sox lead the yankees 1-0.

In other news, at the beach last weekend, I saw a guy leave the parking lot with his special lady friend (both in their late 40s, early 50s). They left on a motorcycle. He was wearing a full Kevlar suit, she was wearing her pink bathing suit, chaps, and a helmet, nothing else. It was gross, kind of like those ginormous strippers whose whole act is based on novelty of their size. Kind of like a train wreck, horrible to see, but you can't look away.

Now that work is over...

My main source of blog material is now history. The Shitsville 2006 summer internship provided lots of laughs, many more tears, and stories I will be able to tell and retell for years to come. Subsequent posts will largely focus on my return to school and all of the jackjerks i come across.


Horrible joke to end the post:
Michael Jackson-inspired joke...what's the best part about sleeping with twenty eight year olds? There's twenty of them.

Thank you thank you, i'm here all week.