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Monday, November 21, 2005
I spent half of my day looking for porn. And I really needed today to be productive.
An editor got an e-mail this morning that said that a radio show's Web site linked to some rather explicit pictures of the DJ. And while I was able to confirm that said pictures exist and are, indeed, hosted on the site, I'm a total loss as to explain how anyone found them accidentally. Particularly and 11-year-old. I'm thinking Mom might be a little snowed about baby boy.
I finally had to just type in the IP address to find them. More attempts at tracking down tomorrow.
On a side note: Eternal gratitude to whomever (right?) fixes my comment feature.
Erin 8:06 PM
Saturday, November 19, 2005
It's been almost a year since I updated this thing. I'm not sure if that means I should update more regularly or just give it up. I'm kind of leaning toward chucking it, as I don't really have anything useful or imporant that needs adding from the past year, but I'll give it a whirl for a bit to make Katie happy.
Scoreboard
Awkward moments: 1 Erin:0
So I'm standing in the office the other day, and this random guy, who I've never seen before comes up to me and says, "Hi, I'm Dylan."
I can tell by the way that he's looking at me that he knows who I am, but I'm at loss as to why, so I say, "Hi, I'm Erin."
To which he says, "Yeah, I know. I met you like a year ago." Which I thought was kind of weird and uncomfortable, but not nearly as uncomfortable as two of my bosses listening in on this conversation.
Since everything is going so suave I decide to answer him with, "Really? I don't remember."
I pretty quickly realize how stupid that sounded and furious blush creeps up my cheeks, and he says somehting lame and I say something lame and as the painful, painful conversation continues, I realize i DO know who this guy is. I hooked up with like a year ago after a lot of shots. And he remembers me. And is talking to me. In the middle of the newsroom. In front of my boss.
This cannot possibly get more embarassing, I think, except that, as he leaves, my boss calls me back to her corner.
"Who was that?" she asks.
"I honestly don't know." I lie through my teeth. (Please, please let me die.)
I'm almost in the clear when another girl I work with comes over and says, "Didn't you go out with that guy like a year ago?"
I had to schedule solid interviews for the next two days to avoid answering my bosses questions about whether or not he'd called and asked me to lunch.
I don't think I did a very good job explaining this because it was thorougly humiliating when it happened. This kind of stuff only happens to me.
Erin 8:23 PM
Wednesday, November 24, 2004
In the spirit of the holiday, I present a list, in no particular order, of things that I am thankful for.
1. That I have a job that allows me to do something different every day. And that, occasionally, I am smart enough not to take that for granted.
2. That I am financially independant. No, really. I am.
3. Marshmallows. Who invented those things? They're fantastic.
4. Quesadillas. You cannot go wrong ordering that.
5. My grandmother, even though she still cannot understand the concept of night and weekend minutes and thus ends every conversation with, "I've kept you on here long enough. I don't want to run up your phone bill."
6. Tucson weather. 60 is cold now.
7. My family. Even though I'm 2,000 miles away from them, I'm still closer to them than many family will ever be.
8. E-mail tag. Am I right? Especially with Katie, who has great story ideas, and Pat.
9. My roommates.
10. That I'm homesick for tons of people. Even though that kind of sucks, it means there are a lot of cool peeps I'm missing.
11. That I have friends who still love me, even though I just said "peeps."
12. The Jon Stewart book. That thing cracks me up.
13. Good television. That looks shallow, even to me, but I'm trying to be honest here.
14. Pre-Thanksgiving Thanksgiving dinners. I ate some killer turkey last night with some people I care about.
15. My domestic tendencies. Even though I don't actually like to clean or put on buttons or get out stains, I'm glad my mother taught me how to do that stuff. It's a little bizarre that I had to tell a 35-year-old women how to figure what size turkey she needed for her gathering.
16. My Corrolla. Highest holiday gas prices in history.
17. Broadcast news. I laughed until I hurt tonight when I realized the top story facing Tucsonans was not the war or the President or even the flu shortage, but the lack of tomatoes in fast food restaurants. You can't buy that kind of comedy kids.
18. That I quit smoking.
That's all I got for now. Maybe I'll post more later. This should be interactive. Please leave your "thankfuls" on the comments.
Have a great Thanksgiving everyone.
Erin 5:19 PM
Sunday, November 14, 2004
Sara, Jenn and I went out last night, determined that we were NOT going to pay cover to get into a bar. Well, six bars in, we finally found a pretty cool place that wasn't going to charge us $5 so we could buy some beer and blow our quarters at the pool table.
Anyway, all was going well, until on the way back from the bathroom, I had a rather unique exchange.
As I'm walking back to my friends, this random guy grabs my hand and before I know what's going on, has planted a kiss on my cheek. He then says, "Hi, my name's Tom. You're a really beautiful woman," (i kind of turned around to see if he was actually talking to me. it seemed he was) and proceeds to try to full on kiss me in the middle of the bar. He's then surprised, and actually gives protest, when I decline his gentemanly offer. That would never happen at home.
Erin 9:04 PM
Saturday, November 13, 2004
So my roomate and I went to the movies today, and she got carded. For a PG-13 film. Bridget Jones 2. (Not as good as the first, but Colin Firth and Hugh Grant are still hotter than all American guys and Renee Zelleweger is still convincing as a British idiot.) Kind of ridiculous, eh?
Erin 4:24 PM
Thursday, November 11, 2004
Scoreboard
Desk:79 Erin: 0
That's the kind of week I had.
On a side note, I had a lot of sugar today at work,which is a good thing. On the other hand, it wasbecause of baby shower No. 1 this week. Baby shower No. 2 is Sunday. So many people around here are pregnant that I'm afraid it's catching or something. And not that baby clothes aren't adorable, but, really, I can only work up so many collective awwwwws. It's kind of like the Real World. Really entertaining at first, but then kind of boring.
This weekend rocked pretty hardcore, though. I caught up a bit on "Lost" and I think I'm totally addicted to this show, which is exactly what I need now that I've discovered "Veronica Mars" (It really could be thenext Buffy if they play it right) and "The O.C." is back on the air. The season premiere of "The O.C." was an event at my house. I rushed home from work and my roommate and I jiggled the television antenea until Seth Cohen was clear.
I'm glad Seth and Ryan are back home, but I don't see why they had to spend 45 minutes getting back there when we all knew that's where it was headed anyway. They could have done that in 15 and spent 30 more minutes on Seth being hillarious or Marissa freaking out.
And speaking of freaking out, I did the coolest thingI've done since I came to Tucson this weekend. (Howwas that for a segueway?) Dia de los Muertos (or Day of the Dead) is a HUGE holiday here. I'm still not really clear on all the specifics, but I'll try to explain it.
It's not Halloween for Mexico.
It does involve sugar.
It does involve dressing up.
But in both cases, it also involves skulls. In the first,they're spun from sugar, in the second, everyon epaints themselves to look like one.
It's main purpose is to honor and remember loved oneswho have died. We had a huge altar in our newsroom for people who worked here and had died. People bring little trinkets or write notes and leave them at the pictures. It's a little creepy but extremely cool.
That sentence also describes the fabulous experience I had this weekend. For Dia de Los Muertos there's a huge parade. There were thousands of people Downtown, and everyone painted there faces white so they looked dead, and lots of people dressed up like dead brides or clowns. I don't really get that.
Some people made these really grotesque masks. Then, everyone joins this parade march. At first, it's very somber and quiet, adding to the creepiness. Then, the drumming starts. Increase crepiness scale again. Then people start singing and chanting and yelling. Again, with the creepiness. Bu talso very, very, very cool. Definitely an eye-openingexperience.
Tonight is more "O.C." but it's being taped, so who knows when I'll get to sound off on that. I'm going to marry Seth Cohen.
I'm homesick and I miss everyone. Post, please.
Erin 7:31 PM
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
At the risk of sounding politically involved or like I have some idea of what's going on with the world, I'll say this. Please, please, please, please, please, please, please vote.
Back to regularly scheduled programming on Friday. I'm sure I'll have to update after the O.C.
Erin 7:30 AM
Monday, October 18, 2004
I'm making a concerted effort to update my blog more regularly. I know everyone is dying to know about my inexplicably exciting life which right now consits of doing crossword puzzles with my roommate. She recently got a wireless keyboard and mouse and while there are still a few kinks we've yet to work out, on the whole they pretty much rock.
(Eds note: Jenn's sitting behind me, reading over my shoulder and she says, "Hey, we do more exciting stuff than that." To which I reply, indeed we do, but do we really want the entire world wide web reading about it? I think not. She also keeps correcting me, which is both helpful and wildly irritating. We make a good team.)
In other news, Damn it Red Sox! WTF? Can anyone explain this to me? Especially since I didn't get to watch tonight's game because it won't come in on my television. That's going to be a problem come Nov. 4. Oh how I've missed you Seth Cohen. I, and the rest of my household, eagerly await your return. And speaking of hotties returning to television, how excited am I that Scott Wolf is on Everwood? Answer: very.
Reasons that I love Arizona.
1. It was 73 today, and I was complaining about how cold it was. Then I talked to my mom.
2. I think I'm going to Mexico this weekend or next weekend, which will be crazy fun.
3. Club crawl. My friend Sara and I went Dowtown Saturday night to people watch and check out the bands. We got to see the best local band in Tucson, Year of Acceleration. I don't know if they even have a CD out yet or not, but if you can download their stuff, I highly recommend it. Also check out My Morning Jacket, currently the top band, in my opinion, out of the Lousiville area.
Okay, that's it. Please post or I'm going to give up. Jenn and I are going to watch more Brian.
Erin 9:22 PM
Thursday, October 14, 2004
I need an arch nemisis. I'm not really sure why. It'd just be really cool to be able to say, "So and so, who, as you might know, is my arch nemisis..."
I also need a column. Contrary to what my blog record my suggest, I'm pretty sure I'd kick some ass at it. I think the first one would have to be about bar fights. And speaking of ... I've been trying to get into one of those lately. It's much harder than I'd thought.
Jackie and I kind of caused a bar fight once, I think, but actually involving myself in one has proven to be an entirely different sort of ballgame. (And speaking of ballgames, what the FUCK is up with damn Red Sox? You're the better team, damn it, you're the better team!!!)
First of all, I've got to recruit some back up. Any idiot knows you don't walk into a bar fight with back up. Then, I've got pick an opponent, ideally someone who will (a) not kick my ass and (b) not have me thrown in jail. Jenn and I talked about hitting up a slutty California girl, but we were afraid she might stab us with her stiletto.
Lastly, I have to drink enough that all of this sounds like a good idea. Or at least tolerable one. Or at least a situation that I can convince myself will make a great enough story that I'll go through the effort. This has not yet happened. We keep talking about it, and then ending up at the jukebox instead. Maybe I'll just make one up instead. But I think I'm going out tonight, so stay tuned for more posts.
Erin 6:31 PM
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
Okay, okay. So it's be 8 million years to update. Sorry, I'm boring. I stopped posting because no one was reading, but I'm going to give this another go.
I'll start with something interesting? This weekend, Jenn and I headed to Phoenix to hang out with Erica and check this thing called First Friday. The old Phoenix ghetto has been bought out by artists and the run-down houses were turned into art galleries. There was some seriously cool stuff. One gallery was entirely focused on metal working, and the pirate-looking dude explained to us how one uses a hammer to create a big fat lion out of nothing but a sheet of metal. (For those of you who are curious, you hit it. A lot.) Cool stuff.
Phoenix isn't so bad, but I have to say I think I like Tucson better. The bars are better and the chicks are way less hoochie, which gives me a better shot of getting my drinks bought. So yay for that.
That's pretty much been the highlight of the month.
Oh, one more thing. I'm writing on story on fun stuff to do in bars. Like games or whatever. Any input would be much appreciated.
Erin 9:28 PM