tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40397492011-04-21T20:07:10.470-07:00White is colorfulIf everyone could think like MacGuyver, this world wouldn't have any problems.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comBlogger1091100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1132632584338195512005-11-21T20:06:00.000-08:002005-11-21T20:09:44.350-08:00I 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-Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1132461210265111462005-11-19T20:23:00.000-08:002005-11-19T20:33:30.276-08:00It'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.ScoreboardAwkward moments: 1 Erin:0So I'm standing in the office the other day, and Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1101346231664682052004-11-24T17:19:00.000-08:002004-11-24T17:33:19.840-08:00In 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 Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1100495620925098052004-11-14T21:04:00.000-08:002004-11-14T21:13:40.926-08:00Sara, 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, Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1100391977049764502004-11-13T16:24:00.000-08:002004-11-13T16:26:17.050-08:00So 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?
Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1100230623997133502004-11-11T19:31:00.000-08:002004-11-13T16:23:27.560-08:00Scoreboard
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 Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1099409494081210742004-11-02T07:30:00.000-08:002004-11-02T07:31:34.080-08:00At 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.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1098160393098788092004-10-18T21:22:00.000-07:002004-10-18T21:33:13.096-07:00I'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 myErinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1097804630246576982004-10-14T18:31:00.000-07:002004-10-14T18:43:50.246-07:00I 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 Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1097037323814910152004-10-05T21:28:00.000-07:002004-10-05T21:35:23.813-07:00Okay, 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 Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1086041656041290162004-05-31T15:12:00.000-07:002004-05-31T15:14:16.043-07:00Did anyone see my hometown on CNN ? See six graphs down and the top two under video. I think everyone I know is okay.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1085517992362365462004-05-25T13:46:00.000-07:002004-05-25T13:46:32.363-07:00Those 9-year-ol girls can be a problem for the Tucson police.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1084259113699209952004-05-11T00:03:00.000-07:002004-05-11T00:05:13.700-07:00Note to people on the phone: You do NOT have to yell for the person on the other line to hear you. If you're halfway across the room from me, and I can hear you so clearly that I cannot hear myself think, it's a pretty safe bet you don't have to increase your volume to finish your conversation.
Side note: I've watched "Love Actually" twice in the past two days. I need to stop watching movies Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1083861519225708532004-05-06T09:37:00.000-07:002004-05-06T09:42:58.560-07:00For the love of God, does anyone else watch "The O.C."? Please, please tell me last night was a joke. Ryan cannot be going back to Chino because clearly the show wouldn't exist wiithout him. But, tell me, Josh, how are you going to get out of this one??Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1082062188526153322004-04-15T13:45:00.000-07:002004-04-15T13:53:40.123-07:00Some of you have already given definitive feedback on this, but for those of you haven't, I'm seriously considering getting my nose pierced. Why should/why shouldn't I do this?Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1081802656981179842004-04-12T13:43:00.000-07:002004-04-12T13:48:04.750-07:00Reader response requested: (That is, of course, if I still have any readers left.) Can you buy Hot Cheetos where you guys are, or can I only get those here because I'm so close to Mexico?Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1079633269776426592004-03-18T10:05:00.000-08:002004-03-18T10:11:04.856-08:00I'm on the bandwagon. Here are funny sentences in my inbox right now. Bonus for anyone who misses only one.
1. The dog is dressed in an elvis costume. Click on "most friendly " and look for gunther.
2. Nothing says Columbia like making out on a random couch.
3. Oh, and did I mention my piss-poor mood?
4. Noticing the startled look on his face, I try to cushion it by saying, "Makes him look Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1077920105710581722004-02-27T14:14:00.000-08:002004-02-27T14:17:54.500-08:00Somebody needs to come pick me on Friday the 14th and take me back to St. Louis on the 16th. Or find me a good shuttle service.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1077572696367333892004-02-23T13:44:00.000-08:002004-02-23T13:47:39.436-08:00 Pat Healy covers "Sex in the City." Whoa.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1077226679442092432004-02-19T13:37:00.000-08:002004-02-19T13:40:37.326-08:00J*ff Neu* as the center of a Vox story . WTF? Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1076715626221285152004-02-13T15:40:00.000-08:002004-02-13T15:42:56.390-08:00Good things that happened this week:
1. Goodlovin's blog came back. Score!
2. I had three birthday parties.
3. I got free Urban Decay cocca-sparkle body powder.
4. My page came out every day.
5. I'm going shopping tomorrow.
6. E-mails from Pat and Kate keep my day going much faster. If anyone else trying to avoid working would like to get in on the daily e-mail chat session, let us know.
Bad Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1076454257014216392004-02-10T14:59:00.000-08:002004-02-10T15:06:45.296-08:00So a 16-year-old wannabe-thug came two steps away from sexually assaulting me while trying to make me believe he was actually 22 years old. Fan-fricking-tastic.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1076221910221697522004-02-07T22:31:00.000-08:002004-02-07T22:34:12.716-08:00Can someone please help me figure out how to get some freaking comments back on this mofo?Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1074913199148023832004-01-23T18:59:00.000-08:002004-01-23T19:02:01.216-08:00I can't believe I'm saying this, but ... I actually kind of like the new Britney Spears song. Maybe it's the fever talking.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1073245213901259592004-01-04T11:40:00.000-08:002004-01-04T11:41:50.793-08:00So I've been thinking that there's got to be a happy medium between the American idea of dating (which sucks) and arranged marriage (which also suck). However, I can't come up with anything and neither can Goodluvin. Luckily, we realize the readers of this blog are intelligent and inventive people with MacGuyver-like insticts. So I throw this to you. If anyone can come up with an idea that's Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1071873496727678162003-12-19T14:37:00.000-08:002003-12-19T14:39:32.763-08:00In a cue from Goodlovin', here's my story of the day. Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1071366090731419362003-12-13T17:41:00.000-08:002003-12-13T17:43:32.996-08:00This is a post of shoutouts:
1. To Patrick, for getting a Dow Jones and for just plain being awesome.
2. To black high heels, for making any outfit look better.
3. To Victoria's Secret, whose sale made my Christmas shopping much easier than I had expected.
4. To Jackie for overanalyzing like a pro.
5. Again, to Jackie for just being a ho.
6. To me for rhyming.
7. To Sonderman for finally Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1070990119423714862003-12-09T09:14:00.000-08:002003-12-09T09:16:22.356-08:00Can we get a consensus on when May graduation is so that I can buy a freaking plane ticket and Jackie and I get our reservations?
Thankyouverymuch.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1070744766780784992003-12-06T13:06:00.000-08:002003-12-06T13:54:57.513-08:00Thanks to my technologically proficient roommate, my household has reemerged to the 21st century from the dark ages. I've not had the Internet since I moved in here, and we've been without cable for the past week, as our sound didn't work.
Two days go, he got our cable modem installed and working, and yesterday, he figured out why the cable didn't have sound. I felt like singing the Hallelujah Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1070478143716795982003-12-03T10:59:00.000-08:002003-12-03T11:03:19.030-08:00Just when Kate has (finally) stopped blogging about baseball, here I go.
I've never been a Diamonbacks fun, but, two things (three if you count me living in Arizona) have happened that could make me change my mind. 1) Yeah, Curt Schilling is gone, but his replacement is (hopefully) a good hitter and has fabulously deep blue eyes. 2) Our sport columnist wrote an entire piece about the team Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1070312168662063812003-12-01T12:54:00.000-08:002003-12-01T12:57:00.700-08:00Poll: Who thinks that Christmas has become an American holiday, much like Thanksgiving? By this, I mean that many people who aren't religious celebrate Christmas in the cultural sense. Today, at work, I said we could ask kids what they wanted for Christmas as write-in question. The girl that runs it responded with, "Well that's exclusive to Jewish people," And I said, "Well, don't you think Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1069193447704049002003-11-18T14:01:00.000-08:002003-11-18T14:11:22.310-08:00I have another date with the gay guy tonight. Fantastic.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1068737176420740542003-11-13T07:08:00.000-08:002003-11-13T07:34:11.356-08:00Personal vendetta settling, take 1.
Dick Cheney sucks. Feel free to elaborate.
And to please Jackie ... I hate those freaking girls who don't have a jiggle-factor. For example, work-out girl from the Rec Center. How do you get your ass to look like that? Seriously, there are marathon runners who don't have behinds as hard as hers. I think she stuffed her spandex.
Try this quiz. Here's what Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1068589286110339492003-11-11T13:59:00.000-08:002003-11-11T14:22:16.216-08:00I've spent the past few days trying to figure out the strategy behind Mexican candy. Two fabulous ladies I work with keep bringing me various "treats." I use this world loosely, as, as nearly as I can tell, the strategy to making candy in Mexico seems to be add chile powder. I've had a mango sucker covered in chile powder, a fruit roll-up dusted in salt and rolled in chili powder and a tasty Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1068155863261509592003-11-06T13:56:00.000-08:002003-11-06T13:58:01.500-08:00I went to see Matchbox Twenty last night, and it was fantastic. They played tons of songs, old and new, and were totally into the show.
Oh, and Rob Thomas is the hottest man alive. I've been more than little distracted all day long.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1067616939319305602003-10-31T08:13:00.000-08:002003-10-31T10:14:42.310-08:00I'm looking for a gag gift for a friend moving to New York. Any ideas?
On another note, I have a pool going at work. I'm betting I'm not the only person who doesn't know who Carol Channing is. Please respond.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1067289656982612892003-10-27T13:19:00.000-08:002003-10-27T13:21:02.686-08:00It's slightly depressing when my friends who are still in college momentarily forget themselves, call me at 10 a.m. on a Monday and ask "What are you doing?" and I have to reply, "I'm at work. What are you doing?"Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1066950454638520152003-10-23T16:06:00.000-07:002003-10-23T16:07:34.733-07:00Since my entire staff has been totally useless and done nothing but laugh today, I thought I'd post this:
Katie, on sailors ...
"They're like those cameras you get. You know, like a one-time use thing."Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1066405702862610872003-10-17T08:46:00.000-07:002003-10-17T12:56:14.970-07:00Damn that pinch runner. What the hell is that about.
Go Marlins! I guess.
Except, the Yankees lost. That's right kids, check this out.
On another, note, do you realize people actually pay, like, hundreds of dollars for a freaking cat or dog? What the f* is up with that? I don't get it. I really don't. I can maybe understand having a cat if you get it for free, but ... $200? For $200, the Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1066250754715465082003-10-15T13:43:00.000-07:002003-10-15T13:45:54.416-07:00I'm starting to feel kind of dated, in a backwards way. Our food editor said something about a line in Hanging in Tough, and before I put it together that that was a movie, "I said I don't remember that being in that song." Which would have been funny, had anyone been young enough to immediate realize I'd just said something dingy by refering to the New Kids. But no one even got it. Wierd, huh? Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1066059402189084232003-10-13T08:36:00.000-07:002003-10-13T08:36:41.873-07:00Today, I'm actually glad that it's Monday because that means this weekend is over. Whoa. Somebody write that down.
Oh wait, I already did.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1065647706980483732003-10-08T14:13:00.000-07:002003-10-08T14:15:29.503-07:00If anyone is planning on watching the Democratic debates this week, you HAVE to look at this article in Slate first. If you're not planning on watching it, the link will change your mind. Bottoms up, kids.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1065482371669627562003-10-06T15:55:00.000-07:002003-10-06T16:21:55.616-07:00Things I learned this weekend:
1) Rap and country in the same bar might sound like a good idea. It's so not.
2) Guys in cowboy hats should NEVER attempt to dance to 50 Cent.
3) Trick Pony has a new fan.
4) Tucson city planners TOTALLY f*ed up when they didn't include a freeway. (See that! I said "freeway" not "interstate." I'm slowly picking up the Western lingo.)
5) The Cardinals suck even more Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1065029204882395362003-10-01T10:26:00.000-07:002003-10-01T10:26:44.633-07:00Maybe the Jayson Blair rumour is true. Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1064534553222746712003-09-25T17:01:00.000-07:002003-09-25T17:02:33.383-07:00I'm normally completely against posting twice in the same day, but Kathryn sent this to me, and I had to put it up. Some of you got this by e-mail, too, but it's worth seeing twice.
A list of things you'll never hear a Southern boy say:
1. Oh I Just Couldn't, She's Only Sixteen.
2. I'll Take Shakespeare For $1,000, Alex
3. Duct Tape Won't Fix That.
4. Come To Think Of It, I'll Have A HeinekenErinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1064518084450116302003-09-25T12:24:00.000-07:002003-09-25T15:09:57.843-07:00I still don't know any Spanish, but I'm really thinking I need to, lest I come close to ordering lingua instead of carne sec by mistake. (Yeah, I don't totally understand what any of that means either.) We went to this hole-in-the-wall restaurant last week, and not only did the waitress ask me what I wanted (I'm guessing that's what she said) in lightning-paced Spanish, the entire menu was in Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1063996352633816932003-09-19T11:32:00.000-07:002003-09-19T11:32:32.320-07:00Shiver me timbers! It's talk like a pirate day! Post in yer best pirate-speak, lest ye be a filthy bilge-rat!Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1063912644568158772003-09-18T12:16:00.000-07:002003-09-18T13:29:50.830-07:00What I learned last night: Fosters is just Bud Light, only more expensive. I much prefer Becks Dark or Dos Equis. Opinions?
This is running in my newspaper this week in our "Chef du jour" column, in which local chefs answer random questions about eating and cooking philosphies.
"I’d eat a baby if you cooked it right. Yeah, that’s pretty much it."
It should warm your heart, Jeff, to know I Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1063840998996862552003-09-17T16:20:00.000-07:002003-09-17T16:25:09.323-07:00Well kids, I thought it was about time I updated. I don't have too much to say, other than you all suck because no one ever calls me. If I weren't so bored in the dessert, I'd probably sulk and not call any of you.
But instead, I'll share a few fun things.
Friday is National Talk Like a Pirate Day. You can learn to talk like a pirate here .
Also, if you want to read something funny, go
hereErinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1063649569353189302003-09-15T11:09:00.000-07:002003-09-15T11:12:49.370-07:00No, the South isn't too good for blogging or for phone calls. However, since I didn't have the Internet and my cell phone doesn't work at home I was a bit cut off. And you hos can call me, too!Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1062531721624090512003-09-02T12:42:00.000-07:002003-09-02T12:42:01.520-07:00I'm back in Indiana right now, chilling for two weeks and packing up all my junk before I move back to Tucson.
Things I've been reminded of since I got home:
You can't go wrong with my family and a pitch-in dinner.
Whiskey sours are good.
Honey bunches of oats is an excellent choice for breakfast.
I love Big Red.
The Louisiville airport baggage claim is a pain in the ass.
My parents have Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1062198351789434462003-08-29T16:05:00.000-07:002003-08-29T16:05:51.763-07:00I'm headed back home for two weeks to pack up all of my stuff. I'm flying out ass-early Saturday morning. It'll be nice to hang with the fam, but kind of boring. I wanted to get to BoCoMo to visit (I love you guys!) but I don't think it's going to happen.
On a good note ... I love this job. Everyone I work with is so fun, and we're always cracking up. Taking it was a good call. But please e-mailErinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1061940883139636842003-08-26T16:34:00.000-07:002003-08-26T16:35:26.100-07:00Yup, that's right kids. For those of you who don't subscribe the heads-up list serve and didn't see my my egregious breach of online etiquette, I now have job!
I'm not gonna lie; I'm totally stoke to be gainfully employed, whatever that means. (I've decided no one actually knows what that means. It's kind of like "mitigating the circumstances." In the future, whenever I hear someone say it, I'm Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1061503500687996112003-08-21T15:05:00.000-07:002003-08-21T15:05:00.610-07:00The last graph is fairly hillarious.
SAN FRANCISCO (Reuters) - Porn actress Mary Carey, one of 135 candidates running for governor of California, has offered to go on a date with anyone offering her a hefty campaign contribution.
But no sex please -- this is politics.
Carey says she will offer a dinner date to anyone giving $5,000 or more to her campaign to replace Gov. Gray Davis if he is Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1061253751460014462003-08-18T17:42:00.000-07:002003-08-18T17:44:09.616-07:00For all my bitching about the 'Berg, I've spent the day feeling seriously depressed.
I spent so many nights there. I deciphered my dating league, my alcohol limits (and lack thereof) and surefire way to know if I'd had too much drink. (If you can flip your head and read the beer sign on the opposite wall, you're good to go.)
I solved a lot of problems; I don't think I ever encountered a Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1060801321856874772003-08-13T12:02:00.000-07:002003-08-13T12:06:47.326-07:00So I'm hearing I should swing through Columbia for a night? Curt and I are going to need a place to stay... And I'm only coming if everyone can actually get together. If it's just going to be a pain in the ass, I'll wait.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1060660602059011142003-08-11T20:56:00.000-07:002003-08-11T20:56:41.893-07:00Well, I have sucessfully spread the blog to southern Indiana. Check the links to your left.
On another note, I might be coming through Columbia the week of Sept. 1. It'd be probably Wednesday or Thursday. Would anyone be up for a night out? Jackie and Kathryn can't come, so I'm thinking about scrapping the whole deal.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1060405416978778632003-08-08T22:03:00.000-07:002003-08-08T22:03:36.876-07:00Guess what I found out today? A features copy editor just left, and they asked me to fill in until I leave. My boss says this in no way means that I suck, but I don't even care if it does. I get to get to go hang out with people who talk and write fun headlines. YAY!!!!!!!Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1059978960434240422003-08-03T23:36:00.000-07:002003-08-03T23:36:00.346-07:00F!! I'd was about halfway through a post when blogger punked me out. I'm starting over. This is going to be random.
Wouldn't it be fun if
We had choose your own adventure jokes? This thought was prompted by a conversation with my long-time friend Leah (who might be appearing on your blogs, as well). Our friend Brooke was telling her joke, but she stopped before the punchline and never finishedErinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1059801952883665352003-08-01T22:25:00.000-07:002003-08-01T22:29:29.653-07:00Check it out... Kathryn is yahoo's artist of the month! (Notice top center under the "Launch" header.)
P.S. I can link!!!!!!!!!!Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1059615577018550602003-07-30T18:39:00.000-07:002003-07-30T18:39:36.886-07:00Random thought for the day:
In the United States, we have so much stuff we have stores, such as Brookstone, that advertise themselves as the place to buy something for somone who already has everything.
But if they already have everything, why do I have to buy them something??!!!Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1059451102997163932003-07-28T20:58:00.000-07:002003-07-28T20:58:22.943-07:00Guy from Texas comes to Tucson and (a) robs an ice-cream cart (b) heads the wrong way down the Interstate, crashing his car not once, but FOUR times (c) tries to hide inside of downtown building he quickly discovers is the COURTHOUSE.
Talk about smooth criminal.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1059372520665601522003-07-27T23:08:00.000-07:002003-07-27T23:08:40.666-07:00Isn't it wierd how you do things sometimes without thinking? YOu know, like you'll do something, and you'll think, "I don't really remember doing that." For instance, I just arrived at the yahoo mail page, but I'm not really sure how I got there. I was at the yahoo page, and I was thinking about going to mail, but then... all of a sudden... I was at my e-mail. This is a minor, but recent, exampleErinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1059281372412267072003-07-26T21:49:00.000-07:002003-07-26T21:49:32.393-07:00MADRID, Spain (Reuters) -- The mayor of a southern Spanish town has declared Thursdays "ladies' night" and says he will fine any man found out in the evening, in an attempt to encourage them to stay at home and do the chores.
A spokeswoman for recently elected Andalusian regional party mayor, Javier Checa, said on Thursdays starting in October, the streets would be the preserve of the town's Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1059280349427583672003-07-26T21:32:00.000-07:002003-07-26T21:33:16.500-07:00I have only one question today... Who the hell is "elise" and why is she punking me out on Amy's blog?
In my response to Amy's parents concocting an evil scheme to get her to think the library was cool, I admitted my parents did the same thing. I then waxed philosophically about how my parents could wonder why I wasn't popular in jr. high. The elusive "elise" then responded, "Uh, you're just Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1059198445675110782003-07-25T22:47:00.000-07:002003-07-25T22:47:25.530-07:00Curses to all you people who know how to make links on your blogs! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! Except, of course, for Amy, who used her incredible skills to make indvidual shoutouts. She is exempt.
So, I'm coming back to Columbia in a month or so... who's throwing the party and who's buy the pina coladas?Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1058759028507443742003-07-20T20:43:00.000-07:002003-07-20T20:43:48.363-07:00Crazy stat:
Only 50% of adults have read a book since they finished school. Only 1/2 of those buy more than 2 books a year.
Courtesy of the New York Times MagazineErinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1058669123993486302003-07-19T19:45:00.000-07:002003-07-19T19:45:23.840-07:00Does anyone else ever wake up in the middle of the night, only to realize you're writing ledes and/or parts of the books in your head? Isn't that a wierd feeling?Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-105798887986108872003-07-11T22:47:00.000-07:002003-07-11T22:47:59.820-07:00I'm a terrible person because I didn't call Jackie on her birthday. This post is dedicated to her. Jackie, you are the absolute best. We are WAY less fun without you, and I love how you give advice without giving advice.
I honestly can't imagine how we ever had fun without you. You're the best, and we all love you lots. Expect a phone call!!Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1057641677916368272003-07-07T22:21:00.000-07:002003-07-07T22:21:17.880-07:00Try this. Go to google.com and type in weapons of mass destruction, no quote marks. Then hit I'm feeling lucky.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1057531102024749412003-07-06T15:38:00.000-07:002003-07-06T15:38:22.013-07:00Well, it's Sunday. That means there's really nothing for me to read, so I have even more downtime in which to be bored. However, it also means an older guy named Jim is here, which is good because he actually talks, and, more to the point, he actually talks to me. Yay!
Let's see... Baby-sitting the old lady went fairly well. She can carry on a conversation, but she never has any idea who I am. Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-1056943853498552022003-06-29T20:30:00.000-07:002003-06-29T20:30:53.483-07:00Whoa... Blogger's changin' it up on me, and I didn't even have a hold on the new system.
I know no one can post, but it's Sunday, and ergo, I'm freaking bored out of my mind here at the Star. On a bright note the cutie Sports Boy is praciticing his golf swing across the room, so I'm digging that.
I wish I could say that I have tons of new stuff to tell you, but I don't. Tucson is still pretty Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-959955682003-06-24T15:26:00.000-07:002003-06-24T15:26:16.346-07:00Reason no. 5,000 Tucson sucks. All of the computers in the public library have 15 minute time limits. Yeah, that helps me with my cover letter and resume.... not!!!!!Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-959260562003-06-22T15:49:00.000-07:002003-06-22T15:49:09.406-07:00So Arizona's burning to the ground, and I'm right in the middle of it. I can't get over what a different world it is here. Every day when I leave for work, I can see the smoke billowing off the mountain, and it's so freaking hot and dry here, they've basically pulled all of the firefighters down and decided they have to let it burn until the monsoon season starts in a few weeks. Wierd, huh?
Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-956776142003-06-14T21:38:00.000-07:002003-06-14T21:38:44.196-07:00Things heard in my newsroom today"
"What? A Korea photo that's not about a protest?" - slot editor
"It must be faked." - copy chief
"I know. Protesting is what they do on the weekends." - slot
"There's absolutely no news. We sure could use a triple homicide."Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-956512282003-06-13T20:57:00.000-07:002003-06-13T20:57:28.206-07:00Two days in a row. Un-freaking-believable. I'm just posting to tell everyone that if you want to talk to me, you're going to have to call me. It's not that I don't love you, but damn Pacific time is kicking my ass and I keep waking people up when I call. So either call me or let me know you're going to up so I can call you when I finally get off at the ungodly hour of midnight, Tucson time. Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-956187782003-06-12T22:32:00.000-07:002003-06-12T22:32:08.706-07:00Alright, alright. I'm going to post, but I'm not making any promises. This thing has been crazy lately.
I have little to say, quite honestly. I'm in day three, and I have no interesting stories. I haven't met any boys, and I don't think I'm likely to seeing as everyone in this newsroom is married. No possibilty of pulling a Katie. (That, btw, was pay-back for insuinuating I wanted to have sex Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-952094312003-06-02T15:22:00.000-07:002003-06-02T15:22:20.110-07:00Alright, after reading (and posting) on Goodluvin's blog, I feel the need to explain why I uttered any phrases having any connection to fornicating with Brian Joseph (for info see Katie's blog). By way of explanation, it's all Holly Wray's fault. She gave us three names, one of which was Brian Joseph and asked us which guy we would be mostly to have sex with. A few picked Brian (not I). At any Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-951273692003-05-31T11:36:00.000-07:002003-05-31T11:36:30.973-07:00Milwaukee sucks because they took Katie far, far, away from me. I miss Columbia like a MoFo.
On a bizarro-world note... I went out in Austin last night and me this guy named Bryan who just graduated from Mizzou. I'd been warned that this would happen, but I didn't really believe it. But it's true. He's interning or working at the Austin-American Statesman with one of the DJ interns here, so the Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-950992042003-05-30T15:31:00.000-07:002003-05-30T15:31:37.230-07:00All right hos! I'm back in business. And, if by back in business you mean I finally have a limited amount of computer access, then, yes! That would be correct!
I already miss Columbia like crazy! I miss Black and Gold and Darelene's. I even miss the Missourian. And don't tell anyone, but I'd actually be totally up for kicking it at the berg for a bit. (Shut up Goodlovin'. It's only because I'm Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-942967802003-05-13T17:20:00.000-07:002003-05-13T17:20:01.516-07:00I am the worst packer in the entire world. If anyone has packing suggestions, please give them to me ASAP!!!Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-940801632003-05-09T16:51:00.000-07:002003-05-09T16:51:02.360-07:00Alright... I'm going to attempt a post RE: Jackie's snotty post.
First item on the agenda... Three cheers to the MU Alumni Association who not only provided us with free food but free beer, as well. They tried to limit us to two, but Dorothy managed to finagle two more tickets out of Jarrett. Three cheers for her, as well! Three cheers also for Joe Alonzo who, totally unprompted, gave me his twoErinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-933740472003-04-27T19:47:00.000-07:002003-04-27T19:47:37.590-07:00I feel as though I've not made good use of the comment feature on my blog. I really want this to be an interactive Web site, so let's take a poll.
Is it worse to....
1) Have more romantic interests than you know what to do with
2) Have someone be interested in you but not be interested in the
3) Have number two be reversed?
4) Be the one who always gets overlooked?
I look forward to charming Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-932128492003-04-24T18:37:00.000-07:002003-04-24T18:37:50.940-07:00So it's another Thursday night at the copydesk; strawberries and cream cheese, Reese's, cheesecake. No wonder I can make it to work on Thursday.
On another note.... I'm pretty sure I'm not graduating. I see no possible way for me to get my capstone paper finished in time to graduate. If anyone would like to do it for me and thus ensure my graduation, I'd be really happy.
Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-931361062003-04-23T14:18:00.000-07:002003-04-23T14:18:47.020-07:00On the entertainment front: There's a new movie out starring Saddam Hussein. It's a gay porn called "Men who don't like bush."
hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Props to Kathryn for that one. Her delivery was so good, I didn't even realize it was a joke at first!!!!!Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-929994912003-04-21T12:47:00.000-07:002003-04-21T12:47:36.513-07:00Everyone tell Becky Zipfel happy birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-928117252003-04-17T18:47:00.000-07:002003-04-17T18:47:03.233-07:00Alright, Jackie-ho, back-off!! I'm posting, beotch! I've not posted in quite some time because, basically, I have been a good student, and therefore, have not had time to go out and get myself into any situations about which I can post. Since my life is roller-coasting between boring and way too personal for the blog, I think I'll sum up my newfound feelings about working out. It sucks. That Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-921998842003-04-07T21:40:00.000-07:002003-04-07T21:40:17.326-07:00I had an inspiring conversation tonight. I've been inspired to break it down for you all boys. Tonight, someone asked me, "What the most important part about asking out a girl? How do it do it?"
My answer? The most important part about asking out a girl is that... you ask. This really isn't hard, guys. If you're not a total ass, and you're not sleeping with our friends, we'll give you a whirl. Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-921080182003-04-06T14:52:00.000-07:002003-04-06T14:52:49.560-07:00How do you catch a unique rabbit?
You neak up on him!
How do you catch a tame rabbit?
The tame way! You neak up on him!Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-916688182003-03-30T14:31:00.000-08:002003-03-30T14:31:42.936-08:00What do Saddam Hussein and Little Miss Muffet have in common?
They both have Kurds in thier way.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-914517962003-03-26T18:37:00.000-08:002003-03-26T18:37:43.356-08:00More inspiration for the obvious game.
The following is an execerpt from a conversation with my father concerning how to avoid getting caught if you mail a bomb:
"But dad, if the box blows up, the code on the box will blow up."
"Not necessarily."
"How would the code not blow up if the box blew up?"
"Well.... (pause) If it didn't catch on fire. You know, it might or it might not."Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-910839052003-03-20T14:06:00.000-08:002003-03-20T14:06:02.873-08:00How can I care if Mizzou wins if they don't even care if they win?Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-910405672003-03-19T21:25:00.000-08:002003-03-19T21:25:19.170-08:00Bombs away, yo. I think today's headline on the Missourian should be "SUPPLIES!" with a deck underneath it that says "Bush very, very sneaky" since Bush pysched the whole world out by a) waiting until he did to drop the bombs and b) invading Afghanistan in the confusion that followed the start of the war. Very, very sneaky that man.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-908658862003-03-17T09:56:00.000-08:002003-03-17T13:50:03.000-08:00In honor of St. Patrick's Day...
What's Irish and stays on the lawn all summer?
.....Paddy-O furniture!!! HAHAHAHA!!!
AN IRISH MAN'S PHILSOPHY... brought to you by one of my residents:
An Irish man has only two things to worry about; either he is sick or he is well.
If he is well, he has nothing to worry about. If he is sick, he has two things to worry about; either he will live or he will Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-908406752003-03-16T22:13:00.000-08:002003-03-16T22:13:46.546-08:00I've been inspiried by my father, AKA King of All Things Obvious, to start a new game. Let's all try to think of the most obvious statements/responses to people that we can. For example, if I were to say, "It's raining outside," you might respond with, "Yeah. You sure do get wet in the rain." Or if I said, "I'm going to the Rec Center," you might respond with, "I guess you're going to work out, Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-906761952003-03-13T15:54:00.000-08:002003-03-13T15:54:25.890-08:00Comment, you bastards!Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-906135262003-03-12T14:54:00.000-08:002003-03-12T14:54:32.496-08:00Today was a big supplies. Why is it whenever you think the door to a certain situation is closed, that situation drives in from South Carolina and randomly knocks on your door? While you're wearing your pajamas and haven't showered. Fabulous.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-904767022003-03-10T12:52:00.000-08:002003-03-10T12:52:58.576-08:00Any suggestions as to how to get the Black and Gold down on paper? Please post 'em. This is freaking hard.Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-903855272003-03-08T20:38:00.000-08:002003-03-08T21:01:45.000-08:00Jokes of the night:
What's green and has four wheels?
Grass.... I was just kidding about the wheels. (Courtesy of Jill Beeler.)
What do you call a religious spud?
a medi-TATER. That is such a good one!!! I love it, I love it, I love it!
Sometimes I wish direct honesty were an option. I always feel like I have to be nice to everyone even when I really don't want to be. For instance, Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4039749.post-903467292003-03-07T23:41:00.000-08:002003-03-07T23:41:50.496-08:00I'm one angry american. Toby Keith can kiss my butt. His concert sucked. It couldn't have been more rehearsed if Ben Affleck had been singing to me. Or rather, at me. Rascal Flats were fabulous. I've been inspiried to trade in my Toby Keith CD for one of theirs. They have the hottest guitar player ever, and he singled me out. Not to mention they were amazing and their fiddle player brought down Erinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00927147023034872878noreply@blogger.com