Happy Holidoodly-days
The Holidays are here again, and just like every normal capitalism-driven consumer, I'm freaking out about all the shopping I have to do. And when I freak out, I wash my cares away by playing City of Villains...Because I'm lame.So I still haven't been writing because I can think of nothing else but that game. While I'm at work, and can't play, I peruse friend's blogs, and stumbled across this little number on Chris's blog that I'm about to totally rip of.So here it is, a little holiday present to all my blog reader (yes the lack of pluralization was intentional)....Lots of stuff about me!THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. Steph
2. Stephanie
3. Mel
THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:
1. Steph335
2. Giraffa335
3. MelRedux
THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. Laid back
2. Tall
3. I'm funny (I make myself laugh, if you don't think I'm funny you're wrong)
THREE THINGS YOU HATE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. Lazy
2. Professional Underachiever
3. Back fat
THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:
1. Swedish/Danish
2. French/Cajun
3. I'm a drunk on both sides!
THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
1. Heights
2. George W. Bush
3. Donald Trump's hair
THREE THINGS YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND:
1. Language... Any kind. English, Spanish.. My brain doesn't work that way. Give me numbers.
2. People who still have mullets
3. How can people not realize that Superman is Clark Kent, just because he wears glasses?
THREE THINGS THAT ANNOY YOU:
1. People who don't know what I know already
2. People who talk just to hear themselves
3. People who are desperate to be liked
THREE THINGS ON YOUR DESK:
1. Batman Figure
2. Batplane
3. Itty-bitty Batman that I can launch into the air
THREE THINGS YOU SAY THE MOST:
1. Your mom
2. You know what I mean?
3. Your mom (its used enough to deserve 2 spots)
THREE PEOPLE YOU SPEND THE MOST TIME WITH:
1. Bryan
2. Melissa's team
3. The defiants
THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOUR CLOSE FRIENDS:
1. They're funny
2. They don't take anything seriously
3. They're bigger nerds than me
THREE REASONS YOU'VE BROKEN UP WITH EXES:
1. He was into me way more than I was into him.
2. I liked someone else while I was going out with him. Don't call me a skank we went out for, like, a month
3. Damn I've only broken up with 2 people. I must have gotten dumped a lot.
THREE THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE/SAME SEX THAT MOST APPEALS TO YOU:
1. Sense of Humor
2. Intelligence
3. Willingness to game
THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. Tea
2. A computer
3. Smokies
THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:
1. Actually going to dinner and a Broadway show, and not just talking about it
2. Get back in shape
3. Playing a lvl 50
THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:
1. Love
2. Friendship
3. Spoil me rotten
TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE:
1. The Indiana University Library sinks one inch every year, because engineers forgot to take into account the weight of the books.
2. I listen to Christmas Carols because I like them
3. I was born in Rwanda
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX (or same) THAT APPEAL TO YOU:
1. Height
2. Unusual looking, ala Joaquin Phoenix. mmmm.....Joaaaaquiiiiin
3. Resemblance to Joaquin Phoenix
THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:
1. A pull up
2. Cook
3. Stop playing City of Heroes
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
1. City of Heroes/Villains
2. Watching TV
3. Couch
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1. Play City of Villains
2. Go Home
3. Pee
THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:
1. Architecture
2. Event Planning
3. Anything that pays me more than what I make now.
THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
1. Italy
2. Greece
3. London
Vermont, a Ghost-Free trip
Why have I been missing?
I haven't posted in over a month. I know you've been checking the blog everyday, shouting "Dang it! I miss her entertaining babble!"This is why:
Those of you who know me well know what these are, and also know I'm not a loser.
Would you like some butter Superman?
Wednesday I had the opportunity to go into New York and attend a Big-Time meeting that my company had coordinated. I've been to my meetings before, but this was really big time. 86 people attended the Satelitte Video Teleconference. It took place at The Westin Times Square, a short walk from Penn Station. I went with my manager, who's been to the city maybe 3 times in her life. Have you ever walked down 7th Avenue during rush hour? I don't recommend it. It really is a marvel of modern engineering when you can cram 1.5 million people on the sidwalks of 5 blocks.I'm very used to walking through NYC. As soon as I step of that train some magical force seeps into my body, and the New York Attitude instantly takes over my body. My tall lanky ass has no problem charging through those crowds and knocking over the weak (read: tourists) who get in my way. Now my manager, who's 4 foot nothing... well she was a different story. She was getting tossed around like a pinball in that crowd. I felt like I was with my child and had to keep checking that she was behind me. And since she's so short, she'd be standing right next to me and I wouldn't see her. Every 5 minutes, I heard "Are we still going the same way?" "Yes, we're still headed north, and last time I checked, north hasn't changed position" Oh the joys of a NYC noob.So we made our way, and we sat at our registration table happily registering the 86 people that were there. 5 minutes before showtime, I see something interesting out the corner of my eye. I quickly turn, and see a tall man, about 6'4", black hair, blue eyes, blue shirt, red tie. Superman's a doctor? since when?!?!? Is this his new secret identity? I mean being a reporter makes sense, you get all the scoop first. But a doctor? Why the career change Mr. er... Dr. Kent?He leaned over to sign in. "Paul Barone, MD" AHA!! That's it! He didn't change careers! He's no longer leading a double life, its a triple life!! And it all makes sense... He gets the scoop as Clark Kent, saves the victim as Superman, and brings them back to health as Dr. Barone! Superman is way smarter than I thought.
Dinner commenced, and we all ate toghether while the presentation took place. Superman took his bread roll, then looked around the table all confused. I leaned over and whispered real soft, "Would you like some butter Superman?" He jumped and stared at me, like a deer caught in headlights. I knew his secret. His look of shock slowly warmed into a smile. "Why yes, yes I would. Thank You." I gave him a quick wink and said "Don't worry, my lips are sealed." Oops, I guess I lied.
The Zombie Neighbor, Part II
So I told you a couple posts ago that I had more news from the zombie front, and its been a while. I was waiting for more sightings so I'd have more to say. But I didn't. She's such a recluse, sightings are more rare than you can imagine. I've seen her twice since the last post about her.So here's the surprising twist...I saw her at night, wearing pretty much the same outfit in this picture. This picture overall is a hell of a lot more accurate. She came out, looked at her car as always, then started to go back in her apartment. Then she stopped right before she walked in. She turned around and walked over to Crazy Black Lady's door. That's when the tension rose. What was she going to do to Crazy Black Lady? Was she going to go in her apartment all stealth like, walk over to her bed, and then wake her up with a banshee shriek then suck her blood?? She rested her hand on the doorknob.This is when a gasp escaped my lips. Ladies and Gentlemen, I think she's a man.I mean, she's definitely a woman now, with boobs and stuff, but I really think she was a man at one point. Her silhouette was unmistakable! Broad shoulders, small hips, and the way she moved around... totally a man.She paused for a second with her hand on the doorknob of Crazy Black Lady's apartment, then quickly turned and rushed back into her own apartment.So now I have a transexual zombie neighbor that can't drive and never leaves the apartment. Let's see how many more adjectives we can add to that before I move out of this place.
And you thought I was annoying
Losing My Identity
I never realized how apathetic people can be towards great tragedy. I myself am included in that. Hurricanes have destroyed Florida, Caribbean islands. Tsunamis have hit the far east. Earthquakes plague the west coast. How often have people actually cared that aren't directly involved? I don't think it makes you a bad person. It hard to be emotionally involved when you are so detached. Imaging the true loss of such disasters is impossible to comprehend and understand.I've been to New Orleans 3 times, last time when I was 16. However, my heart breaks for New Orleans. Why should I care so much? My grandmother and aunt and cousin live nearby, but they are unharmed, despite their property. How can I explain why my heart aches for New Orleans?The earliest recorded relative of mine that I know of lived in New Orleans in 1750. He came over during the French settlement. He helped build the city. He helped found the unique character and charm that is found no where else in the world. This was carried on for over 200 years by my ancestors. They are part of me, and their city is now destroyed. I feel like part of myself was washed away with those waters. The priceless, irreplaceable history that is New Orleans is my history as well. With its loss, I lost my history as well. We don't know yet how much has been lost. The French Quarter was spared compared to the rest of the city, but was still under 2 feet of water. The huge historic mansions of New Orleans have been flooded, and it may be impossible to repair them.This feeling I have has put it into perspective for me. The people who actually lived there, they've lost their history, their loved ones, their memories, their possessions, their lives as they know it. It is something that is impossible to understand, as hard as we all try. My heart aches for them, and my beloved city.Please donate to The Red Cross to help the victims that have lost more than we can comprehend: www.redcross.org.
