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Wednesday, December 31, 2003
At Home with Carson and Dick
It's New Year's Eve. The night my father always likes to refer to as "amateur night" because of the wanna-be bacchanalian partying that almost never meets expectations. And people, I have had some LAME New Year's Eves in my life. Let me give you a brief rundown:
During my junior year of high school, 12/31/92, to be exact, I sat in a moldy unfinished basement drinking apple juice while my friend tried to make out with a dorky freshman. I think this making out consisted of blowing on each other's necks, but that's another story entirely. On Dec. 31st, 1994, I was on winter break from my freshman year of college and working at Chili's until 11:30 PM, hoping to make it down to a college party 45 minutes away. Midnight consisted of me pulling over on the highway and honking my horn. And most recently, I’ve spent it in the parking lot of The Fiance’s office.
It's not always been terrible. I’ve hosted fun parties, I've been to fun parties, and I’ve spent it at overpriced bars having an overpriced, but fun, time, but by in large, it's all been a gigantic let down. So this year, I’m over it. I’m not even trying. I’m planning to go home, make dinner and pack my bags in preparation for a trip back to the Midwest tomorrow. We may try to hit a local bar, but really, I don’t even care. This may mean that I’m old, and this may mean that I’m dull, but I think it just means that I no longer believe in the "When Harry Met Sally" ideal of what New Year’s Eve should be. Plus, after the experience that led to this resolution, I’m starting to think that I have limited party capacity left in me. I’m going to have to save up if I want to make it through my upcoming Year of Weddings.
For those of you not bitter and jaded to the New Year's notion- hey keep on rockin'. I myself will be most likely be rockin' with Dick Clark. I think I may even be too old for Carson.
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Tuesday, December 30, 2003
I want my...
Over this past holiday weekend I was feeling a little under the weather. I blame this entirely on The Fiance, because apparently one of the unspoken perks of agreeing to spend your life with one person is that you also agree to spend your life with that person's colds. Add to this the fact that I live at least five rather large states away from other members of my immediate family, and the fact that The aforementioned Fiance was working Christmas Day and the Sunday following, and you get The Amy having lots of free time. And what does Amy having lots of free time mean? You may think that it means running errands, cleaning up around the house and maybe even a charitable act or two- but then you haven't been reading this long, have you? It means a wealth of TV watching.
Yes, I've spent the better part of my holiday weekend celebrating not only the birth of Christ, but also celebrating the geniuses behind the entire "I love the 80's" oeuvre- both the OG and the Strikes Back versions. I've learned that with $50,000, Doug is suddenly the best designer on "Trading Spaces" and Laurie is really awful, with a disturbing passion for cramming AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE into a room. And, after watching about four to oh, maybe EIGHT hours of it the day after Christmas, I really, REALLY think I want to join the "World Poker Tour." C'mon- they have some guy that plays on there who calls himself Devil Fish. That's his whole name- capital D, capital F. How could you NOT want to hang with that guy?
I could rationalize all this rampant TV watching by saying that I was sick the whole weekend, or that I was depressed that I wasn't near my family, and maybe both of those are partially true. But what it really boils down to is that there is some excellent, excellent programming coming out of the much-maligned television industry and I did my best to find the worst crap I possibly could. When I ruefully mentioned my binge TV weekend to a certain friend of mine, the judgement was as I expected:
"That’s ridiculous. And did you see those horrific curtains? Who the hell wants $10,000 curtains?"
See, as much as The TV teaches you, it still leaves questions. She is a cruel mistress, but I love her.
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Friday, December 26, 2003
A New Home For Amy
Dad, here...welcome to Amy's new domain...theamy.mickropolis.com.
Enjoy.
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Monday, December 22, 2003
Yeah, that was a little freaky
Just felt my first major earthquake. I felt another one the first year I lived out here, but that was only a 4- something. Apparently this was so big it was felt from San Francisco to LA- a rolling and rocking kind of feeling.
The blinds started shaking and it sort of felt like I was on the deck of ship. It was definitely a very strange feeling, but not particularly scary. Now, if the earth had opened up and swallowed the Ryder truck that was parked in the street next to the building I would have lost it a little bit, but this I can handle.
I wonder if this can be blamed at all on terrorists. Karl Rove, get on it!
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Thursday, December 18, 2003
Epiphany II
Okay, it has been so long since I've written anything here that it just took me three tries to remember my password. Any kind of reading community I once had- which I imagine pretty much consisted of my mother, a couple of friends in the Midwest and a few stalker-ish ex-boyfriends, has pretty much disintegrated.
See, my problem was that I started feeling like the things I was writing on this blog were superficial, stupid and just generally silly. Also, it was really destroying what competent business writing style I had, as my entries almost always fed my awesome addiction to alliteration.
(Two times in one paragraph. TWO TIMES!)
However, I have just spent the past two hours (or days, it's slow-whatever) on the WWW getting my "news" from the following reputable sources, in this order: The Onion, The Daily Dishand now, E! Online, and it has made me realize that with the tremendous amount of crap on the internet (Onion excluded, of course), I might as well put mine back up there as well.
Kind of like how a certain friend of mine used to keep "A Girl's Guide to Hunting and Fishing" on her dining room table to remind herself that, "If that kind of crap can get published I certainly can. Jesus."
Nothing like a little lowering of the standards to make you realize what's really important: Dozens of strangers on the Internet.
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