Hi

In the history of half-assed posts (and I’ve been responsible for a few), this one is going to be the worst. It is going to be given the least tender loving care, the least effort - hell, consider yourself lucky if I even spell check this fucker - the least intelligence, and the least imagination that I can possibly muster. Expect at the most mediocrity, but be prepared that in all probability you’ll get complete and utter shit.

So, now that we’ve got that out of the way, you may find yourself wondering: Why am I even bothering to write anything? Well, the easy answer is I’ve gotten used to sitting down and venting for an hour or so every couple of days, and the (only slightly) harder answer is NY Guy is starting to get on my nerves; if I sit at my laptop and type, he assumes I’m working and leaves me alone.

You see, I’m on vacation this week - sort of. I guess technically it’s a working vacation, but let’s just say the word ‘working’ is being used very liberally here. Essentially, I was the only one on my team from work (we all requested off this week - yeah 4th of July!) willing to guarantee that I’d check my email on a regular basis and (here’s the real trick) respond. I’m also taking business calls on my cell when needed and conducting a couple conference calls that couldn’t be rescheduled. But um…that’s it. We’re talking at the most an hour and a half of actual work each day.

And I have to say, I’m enjoying this ‘working’ vacation thing. I could get used to it. Why just yesterday I found myself running a status meeting while wearing a bikini (not that anyone on the call knew, but it really did amuse the shit out of me). And except for a weird moment when NY Guy decided to cop a feel as he walked by, I’ve never been more relaxed during status. In fact, I suggest everyone try to take at least one meeting in their lifetime while wearing next to nothing - obviously I mean for you to do this by phone…walking into a conference room in your undies would just be weird.

Anyway, some other things that are going on or that I’ve thought of this week (so far):

-John and NY Guy finally met - John stopped by to pick up the Yanks tickets I was giving him and NY Guy was there. All in all it was…I don’t know. Fine I guess. NY Guy is oblivious to the situation so he was cool. And John knows better than to make things awkward for me. But it was uncomfortable for me, so that’s something! Anyway, I’m tentatively having dinner with John this weekend when I get back to the city, so we’ll see (if I can get out of it).

-Dogs are so much cooler than human beings. I mean, it’s not even close. Even the small yappy ones (not my personal taste) are awesome - they’re still dogs after all. And it’s not their fault they were born kind of annoying and ugly and…fluffy. It’s those big trusting dog eyes that get me - I fucking love that. But coolest kind of dog, hands down? The boxer.

-I’m still a redhead - I couldn’t go through with the whole blonde thing. So…there you go.

-Have you seen this show on HBO called Flight of the Conchords? Well, until Sunday I hadn’t. But if that episode (Episode 3: Mugged) is any indication of how funny the show normally is, I’m already a HUGE fan. I laughed my ass off! That is the kind of humor that I love - silly while being legitimately weird. Oh, and in case you need more than one opinion, NY Guy laughed too - maybe not as hard as I did, but I’m pretty sure that’s not possible anyway.

Anyway, now I need to share the show with you. Here is the song that made me fall in love - yes, they break out into song pretty regularly. Um, some background info: There are these two guys from New Zealand who are in a folk band or something…and they live together (but not in that way)…and they have a strange manager and only one fan…and here they are getting mugged! Cool.



Fuck it, I’m done. I’m too tired to write more. Later.