Next time you need some amusement

It so happens that the Cadbury chocolate company has a game on their website that stars one of my favorite confections -The Cadbury Creme Egg. It's a rythm game that shows you just how much of a groove that sassy egg has. It's pretty fuckin' funny.



The combination of my office being so quiet and the CPU (with speakers) being below my desk makes it so that I am guaranteed to be the worst player ever. And that is a shame because otherwise I am generally governed by rythms, so I should be one of the best players. oh well. I guess I'll never see the amazing moves that egg can make. But you can!

http://www.cadbury.co.uk/EN/CTB2003/fun/Goove/

Have you ever seen anything like this?

oh yes, these are my parents.

Debbie Downer

today, I am painfully aware of the analysis my "date?" Mr. Music (from a couple months ago) provided for me. He called me:

30% endearing, 20% tragic, 20% charming, and 30% everything else

I have not been doing good work at my office. This is not news. I have not been motivated for quite some time. But my supervisor never made any comments, so I had no reason to believe that my lackluster performace was unacceptable. Until Monday, when she took me for coffee and explained her need for me to step up. Which is fine. I don't blame her one bit. I am nowhere near the employee I presented myself to be in my interview. And now that I have a personal rewards system in place, I should be able to get most of my work done on a universally better level.

If it was just the job stuff, I don't think I'd be feeling quite the societal disconnect that I do now. Most of my friends (that's you people who even know to read this thing) have found great relationships over the summer. And I am completely supportive of that. You all totally deserve them. I don't wish anything was different. But I am aware, after a summer of shuttling myself accross this country to watch other people get married, that I am not one of you. I am once again sitting around at home after a bad day at work not-so-secretly hoping to get a phone call from Mr. Asshole -who I know in my heart of hearts is unreliable but is the only thing I have available to me to come over and distract me or make me feel good about myself. ...Okay, fine. Maybe not the ONLY thing. But the one I would prefer. I don't even have my bar to go to anymore. Not only did my bartender never call, but it turns out that the bar had a huge change in staff and so not only are none of the great bartenders there, but none of the fun regulars go anymore either! ...Just another in my series of life's losses. I was thinking about Papa and Harold this morning. Where the hell are those guys? Bodies decomposing 6 feet under the ground of greater Los Angeles, but there has to be more to it than that.

Yesterday was my parents' 41st wedding anniversary. You think that's putting any kind of subconscious pressure on me and why I can't make it past a 5th date?

This does not bode well for my plan to meet someone before Thanksgiving. I have a hard time imagining I'm going to have enough of my shit together before then to be able to really meet someone. I was thinking about it a little bit. I mean, I did meet someone just about everywhere I went this summer. At least for a night or an hour or whatever. That's not exactly something everyone can say. I should let that count for more than it does. But it's hard to hold onto since there's no remnants. Just memories and maybe a few pictures. Big fucking deal.

I couldn't even get to pilates last night. I made some excuse to myself about enjoying my last week of gluttony before Rosh Hashanah passes and I'll have complete control over my life again. And I'll loose the weight I gained back from my summer weight loss. ...yeah sure. I guess we'll see.

...anyway, it's not quite as bad as it sounds. but I figured it would be good to get it out of my head.

Finally, a trend I can embrace

In this world of 5-minute fashion, I often tend to avoid super-trendy looks that will likely fade before a season is even over. Those cowboy hats that were everywhere a few years ago, near Eastern detailed embroidered sequined flats from spring/summer 2005, and this season's ever-present ugly patent leather on a cork or wooden platform (thanks Christian Louboutin!) -all examples of this phenomenon. ...However this fall there seem to be an ever increasing crop of vintage looking shoes and boots. Oxfords and ankle boots especially featuring wing tips and spectator detailing. Very excited by this new crop of lace-up boots and laser-pricked divets, I found myself a reasonably priced pair of non-leather oxfords.

I bought them online and had them shipped to my office -as is my typical practice. Online purchase + no doorman = office delivery. It's a very functional equation. They arrived today and I had to try them on to make sure they weren't too high, or tight, or whatever. Generally these are not problems I encounter as I tend towards the perfect size 7 foot and I have a gift for looking at a heel and knowing just how far I can stretch my comfort in it. So I took off the brown boots that match my dress today and revealed my mismatched trouser socks. I put on my new shoes and walked over to the kitchen to refill my water bottle. Keeping all my specific tests in mind. The shoes passed with flying colors. I could have gotten away with a half-size smaller, but I don't anticipate any problems. I look forward to a season full of wearing them. Not one person in my office who walked by me (and there were a few) even noticed I looked like Pippi Longstocking with my mismatched socks. What a hoot! I snuck back to my desk and changed back to my boots.