Random Thoughts from a Large Head

Tina helped(?) me pack.

Thanks also to Connie and Erica for their most excellent packing skills.

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I’m quoted in an article in today’s Star-Telegram. I haven’t picked up a hard copy yet, so I can’t tell you what page it is on, but here’s the web version: Web journals gaining readers and influence.

The article does a good job at loooking at many of the fantastic bloggers in the DFW area. Check it out!

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I stepped on a mirror hiding beneath a pile of dirty clothes on the floor this morning, cracking the reflective glass. According to this site, I have now shattered my own future.

Luckily, I was lazy. This site says that if I wait seven hours before cleaning up the mess, I can avoid seven years of bad luck.

Procrastination pays!

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Tell me something good.

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Truisms from HBO’s Entourage:

Turtle: Vince would be a star no matter what. It was predestined, alright? The kid’s a triple threat: he’s got the look, he’s got the talent, he’s got the head.
Eric: The what?
Turtle: The head. The big head. You guys telling me you don’t know this? The bigger the head, the bigger the star.
Eric: Heehee. You’re such a idiot.
Turtle: Bruce Willis - big head. Russell Crowe - big head. Arnold Schwarzenegger - big head. Vincent Shakes - big, big head.
Drama: How’s my head?
Turtle: Not so big, but your ears are huge.

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What is the point of spam with the title “Your employer said they can’t hire you because you don’t have a diploma”? If they are my employer, they have already hired me.

Come on, spammers. Get it together!

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I hope you didn’t think I had died, considering my last post. I made it to the doctor that afternoon, who gave me Allegra-D and a six-day pack of steroids to combat what seemed to be my allergies getting way out of control. Unfortunately, the snot factory still lingers a week and a half later. Let me tell you, blowing your nose every 10 minutes makes one feel uber-sexy and charming!

The big news this month: I’m moving westward. All the way to Pantego, where I’ll be moving into LucciHouse! I’m pretty excited about the move: I’ll have a yard for my dog again (and she’ll gain two dog and two human friends), a washer and dryer right outside my room, and a dishwasher. Plus, I’ll have two fantastic and super-cool roommates in Erica and Kristen. Official move date is July 30.

Until then, I’m “packing” up all my stuff. Packing is a strong term here. Mostly, I pull five boxes out of the closet and then go watch tv. Last night I did manage to pack up six boxes, but they were all books - the easiest thing to pack.

In an attempt to stay cool, I have pulled what may be the most luxuriant of all moves. I have moved my bed into my living room. I only have one window unit in my apartment, and it is in the living room. It was starting to get awfully warm in the bedroom, so I moved everything around in the living room, and pulled my bed out there. I can go from my computer to watching tv on my bed in two steps! It also frees up a room to put packed boxes in, so whenever I get around to packing, I can put them in there.

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Last week, when it was raining every day, I was plagued with this annoying puny cough.

Friday, when the sun came back, the puny cough turned into full-on burning sore throat. We left work early for the holiday weekend, and I came home and slept three hours, woke up for three more hours, and went back to sleep for twelve hours.

Saturday, still feeling icky, I floated in and out of sleep. At this point, I’d exhausted all good content on the TiVo.

Sunday I managed to make it out of the house. I went to church, at some good comfort food for lunch, purchased a bunch of drugs at Walgreen’s, and doped myself up enough to not drip snot on everyone at a Fourth of July party.

Monday, the ick is still there. Throat still on fire. Now the nose has become a snot factory. TiVo is cleaned off. I’m too much of a space cadet to read.

This morning, I want to go to work, but I shouldn’t. I’m so bored with being home that I want to be out. But I barely slept last night for having to blow my nose and the drugs I need to take to feel better make me so spacey that I shouldn’t make the 30 minute drive in. And now my ear feels like it is in on the action.

There really isn’t much point to this post. I’m wide awake and waiting for 7am so I can call in sick and also put a call in to my doctor. And looky there, it’s 7am.

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Last night, I helped a friend out by doing trailer checks for Spider-Man 2 (excellent movie - see Jen’s post for pretty much how I felt about it). Basically, doing a trailer check involves sitting through the commercials and trailers before the feature, noting their order and any audience reaction. I did this for three different showings: the 6:15, 6:45, and 7:15 at the Loew’s Cityplace.

When you’re paying close attention and writing down all the commercials, you really start to notice just how many advertisements you are subject to. Before the film, there were 11 commercials. 11! I was amazed.

The 11 advertisements were followed by seven trailers. Trailers I don’t mind. I expect and enjoy them.

All told, it was 7:05 before I was able to leave the 6:45 showing. That means at least twenty minutes of advertising and trailers. I’m also pretty sure that Loew’s Cityplace starts their pre-show five minutes before “show time”, so it was probably closer to 25 minutes of ads/trailers.

I know times are hard for movie theatres, but honestly, paying close to $8 to then watch advertising? Seems ludicrous to me.

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