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Tuesday, May 09, 2006

big 10

Another exhausting day at the buttons. Had to turn 'em on and off six times... ......................(that's a Jetsons reference.)

My stomach was tying itself in knots all evening. I brought over a small garbage can because I kept feeling like I was going to start heaving. Bear in mind I was filling in for a producer who was out sick (on the show I never work with -- the big hour newscast).

I swear I gave myself an ulcer; but it seems like the show worked. And nobody unleashed wrath on me.

Of course, let's see what happens again when the producer is out sick again.

What happens when I come to my weekend (Wednesday) and the producer is still out sick?

I made a typo of "prouducer." Is that a producer who's always tooting his own horn about his shows?

... Scribbled by Bill T ... 5/09/2006 02:13:00 AM ... Email this entry ...
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Monday, April 17, 2006
It's Patriot Day In Massachusetts, And The 110th Running Of The Boston Marathon

Apparently, Kenyans rock the asphalt. - Sports - Kenyan Goes On Record Run In Boston Marathon: 27-year-old Robert Cheruiyot (Google, news) has beaten all Boston Marathon records, running the 26.2 miles in 2:07:14, one second faster than a record set in 1994.

"American Meb Keflezighi placed third, the highest finish by an American runner since 1983, when Greg Meyer placed first."

It was also pretty cold to be running from Hopkinton to Boston, apparently.

... Scribbled by Bill T ... 4/17/2006 05:52:00 PM ... Email this entry ...
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Fortune Cookie - Dashboard - Games

Hooray for widgets -- the next generation of Desk Accessories!

... Scribbled by Bill T ... 4/17/2006 04:03:00 PM ... Email this entry ...
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Sunday, April 16, 2006

I hate it when I see "lastest" when people mean "latest." In local television we use the word "latest" quite a bit and thank goodness the humans reading it can recognize at the last possible second what is actually meant. Why don't people recognize there's an extra S in there? Spell checkers should recognize it as wrong too! Nobody cares anymore.

Today in Stop & Shop I saw a laminated, laser-printed sign at the checkout stand:

For the sake of the customer behind you, when you have finished emptying your cart, please push it foward.

That is funny, because so many people SAY "foward", incorrectly dropping the first R, but I've never seen it SPELLED that incorrect way. There is NO way anybody in such a position could possibly be using a speech recognition mechanism to construct this cute little sign, so somebody must have thought, "Well, it SOUNDS like foward, so it must be SPELLED foward." While this somebody must be a decent businessman or manager, did he ever finish high school?

It aggravates me no end. I thought about getting a pen and writing in the R by hand to make it forward but then I saw it was laminated, and even though the store manager had obviously taken this initiative himself, the lamination had a feeling of permanance.

... Scribbled by Bill T ... 4/16/2006 02:22:00 AM ... Email this entry ...
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Friday, April 14, 2006
Another entertaining read

I have another book-report-review blog entry to tell you about. While the author doesn't seem to be as fire-breathing as Justin Henderson, she is just as entertaining.

Dahne, also known as Claire, lambastes that pillar of American literature, The Sun Also Rises. Do I have a copy of it round here? I'd be willing to bet I've got The Great Gatsby, which I read in the same year in high school, and which is in the same vein.

I guess it's been a long time since I read The Sun Also Rises, and so I don't remember much of it. I guess it's in one of those times of my life when I now feel I didn't fathom as much as I do now (don't ask how or why).

But Dahne's assessment seems dead-on; those people that you think are the pillars of society are actually very boring indeed:

Possibly it was written in order to prove that, while a bunch of people sitting around cafes in Paris or bullfights in Spain getting drunk may sound like they would do something interesting, they don't. The point can't be in the plot, since I've given it all to you right there. If having your characters go on a fishing trip provides a relief because it's finally some action, you have a fucking problem.
So this roundabout concept-pushing is what all those followers of "Papa" are drooling over?
Oh, did I mention that Brett was a nurse in WWI where her fiancee died, and Jake is impotent due to injuries sustained in said war? Well, neither does the book. You're supposed to figure it out by literary osmosis or something. It's one of those "look at what he doesn't say" books, which is another way of proving that when a brain is starved enough for sustenance it will invent some just to keep from imploding. So the point is that these people are wounded. Broken.

Hey, wanna know something?

So is everybody.
Um, yeah, I suppose I should be thankful somebody must have done the deductive reasoning for me and told all the class about the WWI-backstory stuff. Oh, yeah, I knew this, I just don't remember coming to the conclusion on my own.

As for the "broken" bit, maybe it's that relating-to-people kind of thing, like, "my situation isn't as bad as Jake's," or whatever, as to why we read about the broken who never mend themselves neatly for us.
And you know what's worse? They refuse to do anything about it. They refuse to even consider trying to do something about it.
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Run or limp or crawl, it doesn't matter. But don't just sit by the side of the road and bitch about the people going by.
Now this bit is particularly interesting and inspirational to me at this point in my life because I want someone to come along and give me a swift kick in the pants. I am stagnant and have no impetus or motivation to get out of this rut that I'm in on so many levels.

I'm reading recently (or, I read recently -- not the past tense of "to read") that some people, in depression, flat-out need, get, attain, help to get themselves out of bed in the morning. Roommates, perhaps not so much helpful, but what if a group of depressed people got together to try and help each other up?

Is a group home for depressives as opposed to autistic persons, people in wheelchairs, people who have less-than-average motor skills or whose minds are younger than their bodies -- a good idea?
And now we move on to Brett, since the word 'bitch' has come up and anyway you're wondering what the hell the title has to do with anything.
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[I hate]... Women who ruin people. (And yes, the archetype is almost exclusively feminine, which irks me on a feminist level almost as much as the women who play along with it.)
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She does nothing but make people miserable, and you know what? They can't get enough of her. They love her. They'd do anything for her. They're being destroyed bit by bit every minute they're near her, and for all you know she's so wrapped up in herself she doesn't even see it happening.
I've known at least one woman, maybe two, maybe three, in my life who is like this. And if not particularly like Brett, then just plain manipulative.

Or maybe I'm mixing up manipulative with bossy. Both are equally abhorrent.

But with the women I realized it about, I started to realize, I am really not into this. I'm not getting the kind of things out of this relationship that I want. I don't like this woman running my life like this.

This also goes to a comment in a Fark article comment thread (do a find on the page for "resent who you become") -- where, with one of the women, I started to fight back, and it was like even though we were on equal footing for decision-making, she still had to rule the roost. And even though she was bossy, I wasn't allowed to match her in "bossiness;" she would reprimand me for what she could get away with, and when I would reprimand her for the same thing, she would laugh it off with a joke. (That fucking bullshit is unfair, but how the fuck do I deal with it?)

Dahne also notes the intense worshipping of alcohol:
If you took a drink every time somebody in this book did, you'd be blind by page forty. I mean hospitalization, maybe a liver transplant here. These people aren't alcoholics. They're superhuman. Not only do they imbibe more than the combined consumption of some Soviet satillites[sic], they manage to do it without doing anything remotely interesting.
I don't have much to say here except Bravo to the paragraph for what it says. And then:
...I couldn't find a point. So I asked the teacher. [Teacher? Aren't you supposed to be in college? We call them perfessers.] Turns out, it's one of those books where the point is that there isn't a point. Cute. Everyone in it is so ruined that they're barely alive. You know what it turns out the pervasive, underlying theme is?

Emotional blue balls.

Give me a fucking break.
Hmm. So is it that we should act and be damned instead of constantly being trapped in indecision? That everlasting theme of we want it, can't have it, once we get it we want something else?

Dahne manages to stay on topic better than I have here, but she brings up good points to kick at. Brett, as though she were reading this blog, it is unacceptable to do it halfway. You tried getting Jake up? And it didn't work? Then give up.

And I think if I'm not mistaken Brett eventually does, doesn't she?
So, short version: Ernest Hemingway can bite me.

Though he is, however, one of the few authors with whom I will admit I might lose a fistfight.
A good acknowledgement of a worthy adversary.

And an immense enjoyment.

... Scribbled by Bill T ... 4/14/2006 09:30:00 AM ... Email this entry ...
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Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Dawes, Tomes, Mousely, Grubbs, Fidelity Fiduciary Bank

Okay, again I'm a geek, but I can't figure out how to classify myself this time -- a branding geek? a corporate consolidation geek? an interconnectivity geek?

I was so psyched when I saw a logo in somebody else's VO the other night -- of a bank robbery or something -- where a Banknorth had gotten new logos to match TD Canada Trust.

So, yes, I was aware that it was now TD Banknorth -- after all, it's the TD Banknorth Garden. It just hadn't hit me that it was all the same company now.

Now my question is this: if, say, I was to travel a lot between Toronto, New York, and New England (like Boston), would it behoove me to get a TD Canada Trust or TD Banknorth account, and would I have to pay exhorbitant ATM fees to withdraw cash here or there, beyond the exchange rate?

(Of course, I could ask the same question about Citizens Bank having joined the sphincterical* Royal Bank of Scotland Group.

If I put my U.S. bank card in an RBS ATM in the British Isles, can I really expect to get away without paying an arm and a leg?)

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Shoot. I'm hungry too. For a bacon cheeseburger.

*: look closely at the logo

... Scribbled by Bill T ... 4/05/2006 02:29:00 AM ... Email this entry ...
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Thursday, March 30, 2006


I am exhausted.

But, I did make it into the dictionary:

... Scribbled by Bill T ... 3/30/2006 02:41:00 AM ... Email this entry ...
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Sunday, March 26, 2006

Semprini elected party chairman of state GOP:

New Hampshire Republicans elected Wayne Semprini as their new party chairman Saturday.
Semprini, 55, of New Castle, will replace Warren Henderson, who resigned because of family health problems.
There is a Monty Python sketch where Michael Palin runs through a list of "naughty" words that are no longer allowed to be used on the program. The words include things like B*M, KN*CKERS, KN*CKERS, B*TTY, and SEMPRINI.

At that point, a girl rushes on in disbelief, shouting, "Semprini?!" She's rushed out of the studio.

Then, cut to the chemist's scene where we'd been a few minutes earlier. The chemist exits his dispensary and asks the customers waiting for their prescriptions, "Who's got a boil on his Semprini, then?" He, too, is rushed out of the studio by the censors.

Now that there is actually somebody with that name, especially a politician, where did it come from?

Turns out Semprini was a pianist. Whether he was a 12-inch one is anybody's guess. But he performed for many years on the BBC, according to Wikipedia.

But it sounds like it is more likely to be a name than anything else.

There is also:
a blogger in Glasgow called Semprini
an entry at everything2 for Semprini

... Scribbled by Bill T ... 3/26/2006 10:26:00 AM ... Email this entry ...
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Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Posh Nosh

You're the man now, dog:*

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To be sung by a eunuch, or, failing that, a man in falsetto:

What care I for my house and my land?
What care I for my treasure, oh?
What care I for my new-wedded lord?
I'm off with the raggle-taggle gypsies, o!

* Or, my sorry-ass excuse for it.

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Wednesday, February 22, 2006
Super Police, reporting for duty

I originally commented on this on LiveJournal but I got very dorky myself, so I did not want to clog Troy's space up with my rabbiting on:

Palabra Jot - Palabra Jot - Quite possibly the most dorky thing Troy's ever done in his life.

Click it to see first the super that he aired in his morning show when the Westminster Kennel Club dog won.

Then read the comment I had originally:

...okay, apparently I'm NOT done being dorky for the day...

I could spend twenty minutes discussing exactly HOW I didn't get this super and how I might have been *helped* to get this super, but suffice it to say that, as you aired it, Troy, that was ...pretty bad! It makes me want to bury my head in the sand, or, failing that, my pile of dirty clothes on the floor.

I say this in the most affectionate way possible!

RUFUS WINS-RIGHT: ...okay... better for the joke...
RUFUS 'WINS-RIGHT': calls attention to what you're trying to make it sound like...
RUFUS WINS, RIGHT?: ...what question are you asking here?

Maybe you were a headline writer for the New York Post in a past life and this stems from that.

Now I'm trying to remember some goofy thing I put in a morning show and nothing is coming to mind. Weekend evening shows and others are tending not to let time, pacing or brainpower in for that sort of thing.

... Scribbled by Bill T ... 2/22/2006 02:17:00 AM ... Email this entry ...
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