happy friday.
1.30.2009
1.29.2009
a sad day
dear internet,
i'm sorry we can't be together right now. but until i have time to give you my full attention, here are some pictures of our dogs playing in the snow.
love,
jamie
i'm sorry we can't be together right now. but until i have time to give you my full attention, here are some pictures of our dogs playing in the snow.
love,
jamie
1.24.2009
1.22.2009
Faith: not wanting to know what is true.
I cannot believe in a God who wants to be praised all the time. There is not enough love and goodness in the world to permit giving any of it away to imaginary beings. Once spirit was God, then it became man, and now it has become mob. Morality is the herd-instinct in the individual and after coming into contact with a religious man I always feel I must wash my hands. In Christianity neither morality nor religion come into contact with reality at any point; their resolution to find the world ugly and bad has made their world ugly and bad.
There are horrible people who, instead of solving a problem, tangle it up and make it harder to solve for anyone who wants to deal with it. Whoever does not know how to hit the nail on the head should be asked not to hit it at all.
There are horrible people who, instead of solving a problem, tangle it up and make it harder to solve for anyone who wants to deal with it. Whoever does not know how to hit the nail on the head should be asked not to hit it at all.
1.20.2009
January 20th, 2009
“Hope begins in the dark, the stubborn hope that if you just show up and try to do the right thing, the dawn will come.” ~Anne Lamott
watching bits of the inauguration from my desk and then in the lunch room i couldn't help but have a few tears in my eyes. he is just a man, an imperfect guy who won't be able to fix the world with the snap of his fingers, but i feel so proud of what he stands for and the hope that he inspires in me (and i hope in everyone else too). it leaves me speechless that my kids will grow up in a world where a multi-racial president is the norm and know that they can achieve anything they dream. it's just, awesome. and you know, it's also a plus that finally the rest of the world won't treat us like raging morons.
photos from TIME/CNN online
1.19.2009
miss bang
thanks to jon for bringing miss mash up to visit us at work. all of a sudden she looks so big! yeah, still crazy though. jon was kind enough today to drive up to the office on his day off to bring me the toaster strudels that i forgot this morning because i am an idiot and he is awesome.
also, note lindsey's lovely shacket (shirt-jacket) in the upper left, on display for all to see behind my desk. wouldn't you love to get that nice piece of craft for christmas from your mother-in-law? it came complete with QVC tag. the only way it could be better is if it came with these.
1.16.2009
Mark Trail
while reading an especially hilarious article on cracked today i discovered this special gem, the comics-page works of mark trail. i never read the newspaper, and this wasn't included on our comics page growing up so i had no idea the joys of mark trail's brain. here for your enjoyment are a few excerpts from his daily strip:
now, why are there giant animals and why are they talking? pure awesome. also, why is that dog (below) wearing a hat? life's little riddles.
now, why are there giant animals and why are they talking? pure awesome. also, why is that dog (below) wearing a hat? life's little riddles.
1.14.2009
karma, anyone?
dear the internet,
i need your help. anyone know where we can buy a Honda C50, C65, or C70? yeah, and NOT in tailand or the uk please. seriously, i'll be indebted to you forever. it's a long shot but come on, help me out.
jamie
i need your help. anyone know where we can buy a Honda C50, C65, or C70? yeah, and NOT in tailand or the uk please. seriously, i'll be indebted to you forever. it's a long shot but come on, help me out.
jamie
1.13.2009
Raymi the Minx
if you bothered to vote (below) in the weblog awards, you may have noticed that raymi the minx is beating the dooce for best diarist. i was curious, who is this person and how are they trouncing our beloved dooce? my first reaction of course was that dooce isn't advertising the awards at all so OF COURSE she's not winning, and then i went over to check out the minx.
first impressions? damn, that girl's got sass. normally i would consider this the best thing possible, but something about her sass just seemed... pretentious? i don't know, she seems to think a lot of herself. maybe she IS that awesome. she's awfully cute. the second thing i noticed is that the first post i read was all about beating dooce in the weblogs awards and how she deserves it so much more because she posts every day and not like, two times a week. and, i'll have to give it to her she might have a point there. and then she went on and on about how mush longer she's been blogging than dooce and how boring dooce's subject matter is. then i remembered why people my own age are SO ANNOYING.
if hilarious dooce is really that boring, then what am i? snoozefest 2000. suck it!
she's cute too, bitch!
first impressions? damn, that girl's got sass. normally i would consider this the best thing possible, but something about her sass just seemed... pretentious? i don't know, she seems to think a lot of herself. maybe she IS that awesome. she's awfully cute. the second thing i noticed is that the first post i read was all about beating dooce in the weblogs awards and how she deserves it so much more because she posts every day and not like, two times a week. and, i'll have to give it to her she might have a point there. and then she went on and on about how mush longer she's been blogging than dooce and how boring dooce's subject matter is. then i remembered why people my own age are SO ANNOYING.
if hilarious dooce is really that boring, then what am i? snoozefest 2000. suck it!
she's cute too, bitch!1.12.2009
vote!
today/tomorrow morning are the last days to vote in the 2008 Weblog Awards- and i have a few favourites that NEED YOUR VOTING HELP!
vote for looky, daddy! as best parenting blog here (or amalah, but i think she won last year)
vote for cakewrecks as best food blog here (they have a bet going to see how many votes they can win by)
vote for the almighty dooce as best diarist here (she's actually behind, but that's only because she hasn't mentioned it on the site)
vote for looky, daddy! as best parenting blog here (or amalah, but i think she won last year)
vote for cakewrecks as best food blog here (they have a bet going to see how many votes they can win by)
vote for the almighty dooce as best diarist here (she's actually behind, but that's only because she hasn't mentioned it on the site)
1.09.2009
huh...
1.07.2009
dream of the day
last night i dreamed that i was walking along 3rd street downtown near the crappy bengals stadium and a car pulled up next to me and my faceless friend and asked if we wanted their extra tickets to the reds game. suddenly we were surrounded by crowds of people all going to great american ballpark, and of course we were like, "sure!" and the lady and her family said, "ok, just go inside and meet us at concourse Heidleberg." and then they drove off.
so, obviously we needed to get to the ballpark immediately, and what's the fastest way to do that? get in a stranger's car and hitch a ride with them into the parking garage on the east side. and of course, because it's dreamtown, the old guy and his wife in the car are totally cool with that. as we're speeding along the narrow roads to get to the parking garage an old cadillac to the right of us tries to merge over, but old driving guy won't let him, and the cadillac drives off the road into the sidewalk/grass and then falls into an endless ravine next to an office building.
finally we get to the garage, go in the stadium, but all of a sudden i can't remember the name of the place we are supposed to meet the lady. so i wonder around and end up at the customer help center, which is a huge semi-circular wooden desk manned by older ladies giving out directions. they show me all of the names of all of the areas but none of them look familiar. behind the desk is a giant lime green circular room where a lounge singer is about to sing.
then the lady helping me is debbi, the receptionist from work and we're with jodi, another girl from work. we go into a room behind the desk to try to figure stuff out. the room is old and dark and filled with carved german wood furniture and antiques. debbi starts freaking out because she says she sees a ghost. i turn around and an old photograph of a dude is now a ghost. but he's sort of hot, so i'm not scared. would you be scared if the ghost was hot? apparently not.
i don't remember what happened between there and the next part, but then i was part of some 1970's cult and we were looking for a new headquarters that had to be suitably full of old creepy german wood furniture. we broke into the back of this old church and it was perfect for our creepy meetings, but turns out the building wasn't abandoned so we had to run, run away! down the spiral staircase, and then i woke up.
so, obviously we needed to get to the ballpark immediately, and what's the fastest way to do that? get in a stranger's car and hitch a ride with them into the parking garage on the east side. and of course, because it's dreamtown, the old guy and his wife in the car are totally cool with that. as we're speeding along the narrow roads to get to the parking garage an old cadillac to the right of us tries to merge over, but old driving guy won't let him, and the cadillac drives off the road into the sidewalk/grass and then falls into an endless ravine next to an office building.
finally we get to the garage, go in the stadium, but all of a sudden i can't remember the name of the place we are supposed to meet the lady. so i wonder around and end up at the customer help center, which is a huge semi-circular wooden desk manned by older ladies giving out directions. they show me all of the names of all of the areas but none of them look familiar. behind the desk is a giant lime green circular room where a lounge singer is about to sing.
then the lady helping me is debbi, the receptionist from work and we're with jodi, another girl from work. we go into a room behind the desk to try to figure stuff out. the room is old and dark and filled with carved german wood furniture and antiques. debbi starts freaking out because she says she sees a ghost. i turn around and an old photograph of a dude is now a ghost. but he's sort of hot, so i'm not scared. would you be scared if the ghost was hot? apparently not.
i don't remember what happened between there and the next part, but then i was part of some 1970's cult and we were looking for a new headquarters that had to be suitably full of old creepy german wood furniture. we broke into the back of this old church and it was perfect for our creepy meetings, but turns out the building wasn't abandoned so we had to run, run away! down the spiral staircase, and then i woke up.
today's lesson
on the way in to work in the fresh snow, i drove several miles behind a big old sherwin williams paint distributor truck that had this all over it:
this, class, is a perfect example of misguided marketing. wtf were they thinking? oh, we'll just put up a giant graphic of the earth being drowned in the toxic paint that we sell. sounds super appealing! i'm hoping that this is a very old logo (google says 1906) so it was created before it was "cool" to "care about the earth" or whatever. still, you think by now you might want to replace that.
this, class, is a perfect example of misguided marketing. wtf were they thinking? oh, we'll just put up a giant graphic of the earth being drowned in the toxic paint that we sell. sounds super appealing! i'm hoping that this is a very old logo (google says 1906) so it was created before it was "cool" to "care about the earth" or whatever. still, you think by now you might want to replace that.
1.05.2009
monday is a fun day, i'm entering the science fair!
i normal reserve myself from saying too much about work around here, the main reason being that many people who blog about their jobs end up getting fired. however, i think i can get away with today's topic without too much trouble.... if we just..... shhhhhh!
if you've ever worked in a marketing department maybe you understand the sheer quantity of weird, useless projects you will be asked to complete by "non-creatives" outside the department. or, maybe this only happens here at my job. we (i.e. me) have been asked in the past to do a range of things that have nothing to do with our marketing duties including the following few examples:
• cut out kid's 50 school photos along the lines because person is 'bad with scissors'
• highlight things on a spreadsheet because i'm 'good with color'
• scan in 80 pictures of some one's kid for their graduation video
• rotate a photo inside some one's powerpoint presentation 90° for them because they can't figure it out
• make invitations for things, including 8 year-old's amazing race themed sleepover
• print out poster-sized photo for some one's living room on our department plotter
however, today i received a special project that has surpassed the ridiculousness of all my past ones combined, including the time i was asked to head the balloon-blowing-up-committee because they finally learned my name.
i was asked, by a person who shall remain nameless and is much higher in authority to me, to do their child's science-fair project. they are providing me with the data, and i was instructed to create the binder and entire poster-board display for their EIGHT GRADER'S science fair.
so, my new project is due by feb. 5th. i don't quite think this is funny yet, let's give it a few days. i'll be sure to let you know if i win a blue ribbon. (bitches!)
if you've ever worked in a marketing department maybe you understand the sheer quantity of weird, useless projects you will be asked to complete by "non-creatives" outside the department. or, maybe this only happens here at my job. we (i.e. me) have been asked in the past to do a range of things that have nothing to do with our marketing duties including the following few examples:
• cut out kid's 50 school photos along the lines because person is 'bad with scissors'
• highlight things on a spreadsheet because i'm 'good with color'
• scan in 80 pictures of some one's kid for their graduation video
• rotate a photo inside some one's powerpoint presentation 90° for them because they can't figure it out
• make invitations for things, including 8 year-old's amazing race themed sleepover
• print out poster-sized photo for some one's living room on our department plotter
however, today i received a special project that has surpassed the ridiculousness of all my past ones combined, including the time i was asked to head the balloon-blowing-up-committee because they finally learned my name.
i was asked, by a person who shall remain nameless and is much higher in authority to me, to do their child's science-fair project. they are providing me with the data, and i was instructed to create the binder and entire poster-board display for their EIGHT GRADER'S science fair.
so, my new project is due by feb. 5th. i don't quite think this is funny yet, let's give it a few days. i'll be sure to let you know if i win a blue ribbon. (bitches!)
1.02.2009
an open letter to 2008 & 2009
dear 2008,
it's probably pretty embarrassing for you that i always call you by the wrong name, 2007... i mean, 2008. well now you don't have to worry about that anymore because you're like, so over.
you were a pretty good year overall, eventful but not exciting. we looked for a house together, you and i (and 2007, maybe that's why i get you confused?) but you were the lucky year we actually found one. good thing too because i'm fairly certain i developed PTSD from living in a veritable war-zone for two years.
some times were bleak and desolate and others were just fine. friends changed, moved, and disappeared. nico had a gigantic tumor successfully removed in a risky surgery, señor obama ruled my life with all his news stories, i watched tombstone for the first time, the media gloomed us out more than it has in a few years with all this recession business, we moved to our new old house, bang joined us, i finally beat GTA IV, and dark knight kicked ass.
you were ok. we were employed, sheltered, happy, and boozing. RIP,
jamie
hello 2009!
thanks for coming, i hope you enjoy your stay here with us for the next 350 and some odd days before 2010 leaps in and kills a bitch. if our time together this year goes as fast as last year we'll barely get to know each other. as i get older each year i hardly have time to give you the time of day, let alone remember to write you down on my checks. however this year you mean i turn 25, and i'm strangely excited about it. as the youngest person at my company i feel like you will make me seem older and more serious to everyone here at work. yeah i'm not 10 years old, i swear!
i have a sneaking suspicion (cough, cough....) that you're going to be fairly eventful for us this year. please be kind.
jamie
it's probably pretty embarrassing for you that i always call you by the wrong name, 2007... i mean, 2008. well now you don't have to worry about that anymore because you're like, so over.
you were a pretty good year overall, eventful but not exciting. we looked for a house together, you and i (and 2007, maybe that's why i get you confused?) but you were the lucky year we actually found one. good thing too because i'm fairly certain i developed PTSD from living in a veritable war-zone for two years.
some times were bleak and desolate and others were just fine. friends changed, moved, and disappeared. nico had a gigantic tumor successfully removed in a risky surgery, señor obama ruled my life with all his news stories, i watched tombstone for the first time, the media gloomed us out more than it has in a few years with all this recession business, we moved to our new old house, bang joined us, i finally beat GTA IV, and dark knight kicked ass.
you were ok. we were employed, sheltered, happy, and boozing. RIP,
jamie
hello 2009!
thanks for coming, i hope you enjoy your stay here with us for the next 350 and some odd days before 2010 leaps in and kills a bitch. if our time together this year goes as fast as last year we'll barely get to know each other. as i get older each year i hardly have time to give you the time of day, let alone remember to write you down on my checks. however this year you mean i turn 25, and i'm strangely excited about it. as the youngest person at my company i feel like you will make me seem older and more serious to everyone here at work. yeah i'm not 10 years old, i swear!
i have a sneaking suspicion (cough, cough....) that you're going to be fairly eventful for us this year. please be kind.
jamie
