Crap That I'm Sick of...
Because there's crap...then there's crap that I'm sick of
Special Repatriation Edition
1. As the Sox turn: Grady's gone: YAY! Manny's on the block: I didn't see that one coming. And I have to wait until February to really start thinking of baseball again. In Ireland there was a lot of introspection about what I could have done as a fan to ensure their victory in game seven. Did I abandon the rally cap too soon? Was I too focused on my wedding to the lovely Missus? Did I just not believe? I wrestled with these questions and saw rainbows. Hell, I saw the aurora last night. Maybe the Sox loss drove me mad.
2. Job Hunting: Before I got married, my colleagues and I were informed that our contract with the State was being shipped elsewhere and that we would be out of work in a few months. That's right Verbal Jazz is in the job hunt once again: writing cover letters and jumping for my professional voice every time the cell phone rings. Normally, I like to say things like: "What the **** you want?" when I answer the phone. Okay, maybe not, but I can dream. When I was a kid I once answered the phone, "Yeah," because I had seen Crockett answer it that way on "Miami Vice." My mother was not pleased. Caller ID lets you even skip the hello part. I like that.
3. Leaves of leaves: anyone who visits New England likes to pick the idyllic fall season with the spectacle of color associated with the turning of the leaves. There is a darker side to this story: the leaves fall off the trees dead and someone has to clean them up. I have seen leaves before, but I have never seen leaves like there are in my yard. Somehow, I think all of the leaves in my town were dumped there while I was on my honeymoon.
4. Power sanders on cement: All this week, and last week from what I understand, my office has been treated to the mellifluous sound of power sanders smoothing the brick outside our window. Give me the sound of a dentist's drill any day. Please.
5. Just for the heck of it: Iraq casualties: Verbal Jazz read a New Yorker article on SNL head writer Tina Fey the other day and she longed for the days of the Clinton White House because the scandals didn't cause deaths. (Although Clinton did oversee some military actions, including Kosovo). A good, non-dying scandal would be good right about now.
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Because there's crap...then there's crap that I'm sick of
Special Repatriation Edition
1. As the Sox turn: Grady's gone: YAY! Manny's on the block: I didn't see that one coming. And I have to wait until February to really start thinking of baseball again. In Ireland there was a lot of introspection about what I could have done as a fan to ensure their victory in game seven. Did I abandon the rally cap too soon? Was I too focused on my wedding to the lovely Missus? Did I just not believe? I wrestled with these questions and saw rainbows. Hell, I saw the aurora last night. Maybe the Sox loss drove me mad.
2. Job Hunting: Before I got married, my colleagues and I were informed that our contract with the State was being shipped elsewhere and that we would be out of work in a few months. That's right Verbal Jazz is in the job hunt once again: writing cover letters and jumping for my professional voice every time the cell phone rings. Normally, I like to say things like: "What the **** you want?" when I answer the phone. Okay, maybe not, but I can dream. When I was a kid I once answered the phone, "Yeah," because I had seen Crockett answer it that way on "Miami Vice." My mother was not pleased. Caller ID lets you even skip the hello part. I like that.
3. Leaves of leaves: anyone who visits New England likes to pick the idyllic fall season with the spectacle of color associated with the turning of the leaves. There is a darker side to this story: the leaves fall off the trees dead and someone has to clean them up. I have seen leaves before, but I have never seen leaves like there are in my yard. Somehow, I think all of the leaves in my town were dumped there while I was on my honeymoon.
4. Power sanders on cement: All this week, and last week from what I understand, my office has been treated to the mellifluous sound of power sanders smoothing the brick outside our window. Give me the sound of a dentist's drill any day. Please.
5. Just for the heck of it: Iraq casualties: Verbal Jazz read a New Yorker article on SNL head writer Tina Fey the other day and she longed for the days of the Clinton White House because the scandals didn't cause deaths. (Although Clinton did oversee some military actions, including Kosovo). A good, non-dying scandal would be good right about now.
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