I thought to myself, "perhaps I should try this eHarmony thing that a friend told me about." So OK, I go to the site, sign myself up, spend an hour or so filling out the questioneer and what do I get for my troubles? A message saying that there's about 20% of people out there for whom their matching profiles don't work, and that I'm among that 20%. If I were so easy to pin down in such questioneers, I probably wouldn't
need eHarmony though, right? Nothing's ever easy and the promise of something better, that could really make a difference in my life, turns out to be nothing more than a lie, like so many others that came before. Bleh.
Three months since last I blogged...a new record. Oy vey. Let's work backwards....
This past weekend was just too darn hectic for its own good. There were some rather noteworthy disappointments, not the least of which included getting the cold shoulder from certain people I could name. A part of me is losing patience. A part of me wanted to send an overstated email asking just what it was going to take to earn forgiveness. I offer the benefit of the doubt though, and keep the faith that time will heal the wounds. She is still family to me but I must admit, I'm a little pissed and a lot disappointed in her. The kicker is that I'll probably forgive this unpleasant treatment far too easily. It only remains to be seen whether this makes me a really good friend or the world's biggest doormat. After all, in the words of Andy Partridge, "People will always be tempted to wipe their feet on anything with welcome written on it." Between this, the poor showing at my sales table, and certain other political garbage that I'm not even going to get into, I consider myself very fortunate to have had Marc, Jill, and Emery to lean on. I promise, we'll do the porn shop next year, guys...really.
:P
So as tempted as I am to be cruel to certain people I could name right now, I respect the friendship (and the potential to re-strengthen it) too much to go there. The same cannot be said for the person formerly known as my little Guster fan. As you may recall, we had (what I thought was) a great first date that resulted in absolutely no further willingness to make an effort to contact me. I feel I at least deserve an explanation as to why no second date, but obviously she didn't have the class for that. She certainly doesn't seem to deserve a man of such effervescent personality and compassion as I. I digress. As time passed, I got to looking at some web sites, seeing what sort of concerts were coming to town. I eventually found something that brought me uncontrollable laughter for several minutes. It would seem that her favorite band, Guster, is coming to town next month. "Yeah, so?" you're thinking. I'm getting to the good part. Seems they're opening for John Mayer. Turns out they're opening for John Mayer for a good long stretch of shows. She HATES John Mayer. In my world, there rarely is any justice. When there is, it is doled out in small, unusual, and ironic packages. My little Guster fan is experiencing some small form of justice as it applies in my world. She either has to spend all this extra cash for concert tickets and put up with John Mayer (or leave early) or not go and miss her favorite band. How unfortunate for her. Not. I feel somewhat vindicated, even if only in the most hollow of ways.
My birthday (Feb. 5) was fairly quiet. Got some nice gifts from the family, as well as a surprise or two from friends. In case you're wondering my age, let's just say I'm now old enough to no longer be trusted by the counter-culture. :(
By the by, if you haven't heard the songwriting magic of one David Yazbek, run don't walk to www.davidyazbek.com and buy everything he's got. If you like pop music wrapped in challenging, unusual arrangements and interesting lyrics, you just can't go wrong. Trust me.
Who Wants to be a Millionaire is coming back to prime time in the form of Super Millionaire! YAY! It's about time the networks came back to their senses and realized that game shows belong in prime time and that reality programming, for the most part, is total crap (exceptions made for The Amazing Race and The Mole). We can only hope that it's successful and that ABC doesn't run it into the ground. Oh wait, this IS the Disney Corporation we're talking about...they run EVERYTHING into the ground. I do live in fear of a potential Michael Eisner resignation, however, lest he be replaced with Gary Story.
January was not unlike December, except not as holiday-tastic and much more arctic. It was colder than every woman who ever rejected me, combined...that's pretty cold right there, I tells ya. :)
I got a new part-time job working for RGIS, the inventory control specialist people. It's a bit too physical for my liking, plus I can't get enough hours with them to feel good about it. Must find desk job. Comfy little part-time desk job. That's all I ask for from the wonderful world of gainful employment, is that so dang hard to give me? Bleh.
Christmas was festive. The highlight for me of the season, however was actually Boxing Day. I don't really celebrate Boxing Day, mind you, but it falls on the day after Christmas and on the day after Christmas, I went to New York to see They Might be Giants "other thing" show, featuring Mark Pender and two other musicians comprising a now-rare brass section. This was the best TMBG show I've ever seen. They performed many songs I hadn't seen them play live before. Shoehorn with Teeth was hilarious, as Marty Beller had the most challenging percussion part of his life (or maybe not). I hope to write a detailed review of my day here (which not only includes the show, but a stop at Grimaldi's in Brooklyn for pizza and a subway ride between there and Irving Plaza) when I've had a chance to review my notes more thoroughly. For now, suffice it to say, it was a good time.
I went on one of those speed dating things in late November or December, but I really don't want to talk about it.
I bought a new CD recorder, which came in handy for a plethora of projects I was working on at the end of the year. Accordingly, this brought about an end to the (dull) saga of my broken CD recorder, as discussed back in the summer.
No game show network free preview since October and I'm getting antsy. C'mon Cox, let's make this happen before they wreck their schedule completely in a few months (based upon the rumors I'm hearing).
I think that brings us up to speed. If not, I'm done typing for now, so anything else will have to wait until later. Til' next time, we may have lost Iowa, but we're going to win it all! We're going to Utah and we're going to Oregon and we're going to Massachusetts and we're going to Guam, and we're going to Alberta, and we're going to Iraq and we're going all the way to the White House to kick out Mr. Bush! Yee-hawwwwwwwwwwww. Thems unidirectional microphones is a bitch, ain't they? :)
