Weird Wednesday

WEIRD COINCIDENCE

I think it's interesting that both Arethusa and Kjerste have blogged about strange dreams. I also had a strange dream last night having something to do with a Desperate Housewives plot and I've been racking my brain all day to remember what it was about... can't remember.

Oh well.

WEIRD NEW OWNERS
It seems the cafe across the street from my office is changing ownership. I'm very sad -- this is the only place I know of where you pick your food up at a counter, and they will actually hand you utensils and a napkin. Sonia and her husband are the sweetest people and I've enjoyed talking to them over the past 2 years. They are Korean; their daughters are first generation Californian. The oldest just started at UC Berkeley this fall and is taking courses in preparation for medical school. Ah, the American Dream at work.

Sonia introduced me to the new owners, who are not as nice.

WEIRD EMAIL

I received a strange email from my ex-German today that said:

5 years ago today...
Have a wonderful day! Sometimes I act like such a child.
Dom (All in German, of course)

I'm not sure what to make of this. (Yes, I guess we DID meet 5 years ago today. I didn't remember the exact date.) Does this mean he does, infact, wish to speak with me after he explicitly told me not to contact him anymore? This was only a month ago. I've decided not to respond. I've had enough indecisiveness in the past month.

WEIRD INTERVIEW
I found out at 10:00 this morning that I had an interview at 1:30. Even weirder is that the interview was super easy and I got a job offer. Maybe putting in your time and working your ass off DOES pay go noticed (eventually)...

More details later.

Muffins

My female co-worker told me she was a little offended by the comment I make about BEBE sweatpants in my blog title. She does admit, that although she would enjoy a pair of BEBE sweatpants, and would probably wear them out in public and enjoy it, would be misconstrued as "A muffin". We have determined that she is not a blueberry or a chocolate chip muffin, not even poppy seed, but a bran muffin. So, we can still be friends. We both have an aversion to the fruity or seedy muffin types.

Kjerste and I started using the term "muffin" in college to describe a female who, although tasty and perhaps sweet, is almost artificial. We, on the other hand, consider ourselves to be free of artificial colors and flavors.

I have decided I am a piece of white bread, perhaps with a lovely pepper jelly spread.

What are you?

Man with last name "Q"

So, I thought it would be funny to post aforementioned post on Craigslist so I could show everyone the responses from those looking for love on the same internet site where you can rent an apartment or buy a used bicycle.

Some were just the emails you would write to anyone. I bet most of these guys just send their stats out to each post like clockwork. They leave me nothing to believe their that their names have a "Q" in them.

Single and Looking for a Girlfriend

I am 23 year old male from San Jose, Ca. that is looking for A Girlfriend to hang out with. I am a friendly person looking To Meet someone warm, cute, caring, sweet, understanding and like to do fun things together.
I like to watch Cartoons, VH1 Classic and Hockey. I Listen To Classic Rock, 80’s Hair Metal, Blues and Country Music I’m looking for girls that is between Ages 18-30 years old. The fun things I like to do is hang out at the Mall, Go to the park by our house, go on computer and listen to music and watch TV once in a while. I shop at music and sport stores. I am a caring loving thoughtful loving person. If you’re a missing someone special maybe I am the one for you and could be a match. Hit me back on myspace with a message. You Can E-mail.... at coXXXX@hotmail.com

Hello, im 27 male from san jose, Im very interested in your post. Im 5 11 black hair brown eyes slim body. if you want I will send you pic. So hope hear from you soon.
Thanks

are you collecting names or something? do you have a pic?

I enjoy beach, sports, music movies, clubbing and traveling. Hope to talk with u soon.
I can go down any time you want!!Me:27ymale
eyes/hair: black5' 10"185 lbs professional in Santa Clara
MS degreenon-smoker

I love that last one. Especially that it says, "I can go down any time you want!" Does that mean what I THINK it means? My favorite was the response from a guy who simply sent me two pictures, one of himself and a picture of his hot ride. Yeah, baby! :(

Other replies didn't tell me ANYTHING about the person who was writing it, only confirming that their last name begins with a "Q." I guess I gave the impression that it would be enough.

My last name is Quan

My name is Bruce
I have one ? for you...Why "Q"?
~Bruce Q.~

My last name does begin with Q. So is it reallyyour goal "Suzy" to marry a man whose last namebegins with Q just so they can call you Suzy Q.??

Intelligence abounds on Craigslist... lemme tell ya. Don't worry, though. There are a few peole who got it, and I appreciate them for getting the joke.

Your priority's are warped but you brought tears of laughter, fucking suzy Q, I get it! HAHA
We should chat! laughter & laughter await's

Thank you to all who participated in this experiment, even though I will not be responding to any of your emails. I just don't think the internet dating thing is a good thing for me... all I can do is make fun of people. That's just not right.

Silly Post

Suzanne -- [noun]: A real life muppet 'How" will you be defined in the dictionary?' at QuizGalaxy.com

Hmmmm.....

UNRELATED FUNNY STORY

My co-worker and I spend WAY too much time together on a daily basis and on the internet. Last summer, while we were both looking for apartments on Craigslist, we became addicted to the "Missed Connections" section as well as the "Personals." I thought.. "Why would you be looking on Craigslist to find someone? I mean, it's the same place you look for an apartment or a used bicycle..." Are people just used crap?

So, to make light of the Personals-a-la-Craigslist phenomenon, we decided to do our own post:

Attractive, intelligent blonde, Suzy, seeks 25-35 year old male with last name beginning with Q. Last name MUST begin with Q.

It was amazing how many people either lied, or didn't get the credence Clearwater Revival reference. I wish I would have kept these emails, because some of them were hilarious. I was hoping for some hot Italian, but unfortunately all I got was a bunch of desperation and people who CLAIMED their last name started with "Q", but their email address told a different story. (Ok, j_smith@yahoo.com, I don't see a "Q" in that!)

National Talk Like A Pirate Day

ARG, MATIE. Shiver me timbers..

My co-worker and I were just enjoying the Slappy Rap. Some people have too much time.

Now I'm REALLY sore

I had to take it easy at the gym this morning. My feet are killing me, and I didn't get any sleep. It's a miracle I even got out of bed this morning, after the night I had.

I often don't get a chance to think until I'm lying alone in bed at night, unable to sleep from blistered feet (or whatever - I forgot to mention I have a sunburn too). This is the one time when I'm completely alone with my thoughts, exactly the person that I am, with no interruptions. I totally agree with the sleep-on-it philosophy; sometimes you only know it is a real problem when you try, but CAN'T sleep on it, in fact, you can't sleep at all.

Something besides my running pain was bothering me until all hours of the night. One thought penetrated my thoughts and wouldn't let go...

"You ruined my f#$%ing birthday."

It raced and raced around my room, made me toss and turn, almost drove me crazy until I finally took a shot of Nyquil so I could get to sleep. This one little thought, the one thing I never had the balls to say outloud finally took control, and wouldn't let go... then I started thinking of other things I never had the balls to say.... but I won't share them here.

My run yesterday may have caused me physical soreness, but the kind of sore I was last night was worse. I'm sore today too. Hopefully I won't be sore tomorrow. :)

I'm sore

I woke up late this morning, dreading the idea of getting to the gym or going for a run. I really just wanted to sit around all day and weep about going back to work on Monday...but I dragged my ass out of the house, deciding I would see how far it is from my house to Campbell Park - the closest entrance to the Los Gatos Creek Trail.

I took it easy - a nice strong walk, 5 blocks, down to the park, then started running at a slow pace. It's a beautiful day today. It made me wonder why I didn't venture down to the LGCT sooner. Pretty soon my pace was picking up, but I made myself slow down and walk a couple of times to get a drink of water, or just give my knees a rest. It felt pretty damned good to be outside in the fresh air.

When I lived in San Jose, I would drive down to Meridian Avenue, park my car, run 30 minutes towards Campbell/Los Gatos, then turn around and run back to my car. This dropped me off at Los Gatos Creek Country Park before I had to turn around. I estimate this is about 7 miles round trip. (I need also mention that I was in tip-top condition last summer when I did this.)

Now that I live in Campbell, I decided to go beyond my usual stopping point and see how close I could get to downtown Los Gatos. So, what do you do when you get to Lark Avenue? You keep going to Vasona, naturally. Eventually I had to stop, because my knees were aching and I still had to go make the trek back. I have no idea how far I went today. But, I left the house before noon and returned at 2 pm. When I took off my shoes, the toes were bloody and I discovered a HUGE blister on my left heel. Time to buy some new shoes and get back into shape.

I KNEW I liked politics!

Congrats to Pittsburg's new mayor! He's 26.

(I'd previously written "Philadelphia" - my bad.) :)

The leaves are changing and so is my blog title.

It's fall, and a fabulous time of year to be fabulous. Arethusa made a typo in her blog when she referred to my former "Flabulous Campaign" as the "Fabulous Campaign," but I've decided to make it stick. (Besides, no one knew what the hell "Nur fuer Verruckete" was referring to, although I highly recommend Hesse's "Steppenwolf - it's a fabulous book.)

Fabulous is a state of mind. It's feeling good about one's self and one's accomplishments. Some believe fabulousness is represented best by material things, but my campaign is NOT buying Gucci or wearing BEBE sweatpants (yuck). I'm taking my personal fabulous campaign into heart, mind and spirit (with an occasional pedicure). I hope that others will join me in this campaign. It seems many have already begun:

Kjerste has begun freelance writing, something she has been wanting to do for a long time.

Helga has moved to Boston to begin a new life and career adventure.

Arethusa has managed to get an awesome new job and a fiance in a matter of months.

Another friend of mine has come back to performing after being swept away to corporate land for 5 years, and is loving it.

EXCELLENT JOB EVERYONE! I'M SO PROUD OF YOU! ACTUALLY, I'M SO PROUD OF US! WE ARE FABULOUS!

Not to complain, or anything...

I really wanted to use this blog to keep in touch with friends, and write funny/witty things, or tell off-the-wall stories. But, it seems it has just turned into an arsenal of complaints. I'm sorry it had to turn out this way. It's not you. It's me.

The FLABULOUS CAMPAIGN you ask?

I'm doing pretty well. Despite being ill, I exercised 3 days last week and was feeling well enough to make it to the gym on Sunday. Saba has joined in the campaign and we are going to run the Bridge to Bridge race on October 1 in San Francisco. I think I'm going to go all out and run the 12 K instead of the 7 K - why not. Anything for a free t-shirt and floss, right?

Feelings and an excuse to use Edward Gorey

C is for Clara who wasted away.



As you may have noticed, I disappeared last week. Unfortunately I was not whisked away to an exotic location or doing anything fabulous. I was sick... the sickest I've been since getting strep throat during a road trip on the way to Las Vegas in 1998. That trip was such a blur... I don't even remember the Denver hospital where my friends rushed me at 7 am because I could barely breathe. (I DO remember taking my friend's migrane medication instead of my antibiotics and feeling FABULOUS as we made our way into Arizona.)


Unfortunately I do not have any good overdose stories from my most recent coughtastrophy. I sat around all weekend watching movies. I almost chewed my arm off of ennui on Saturday.

I'm not bored at work. Missing 1 1/2 days of work after a holiday weekend was not a good idea. I'm fantasically far behind with everything at work, I'm supposed to be moving into a new office, and nothing is getting accomplished. Very frustrating.



It's not wrong to have emotions. In fact, I think getting emotional is the only thing that makes us human. Overreaction is at least REACTION, right? Why should we sit stagnant and wait for things to happen or hope that things will change? I wish more people would overreact. I'm an artist. I have a BA in expressing myself. Lately I've felt managerial, like I was managing emotions instead of just letting them fly. Guess what, folks, I'm lettin' em' fly... watchout! And who better to listen than my friends and loved ones. Sometimes we fly off the handle, but isn't it up to those who love us most to love us anyway?






Z is for Zillah who drank too much gin.
(Sounds good.)

Please excuse the random questions

QUESTION #1: What's the deal with an MBA?

I'm getting a master's degree in administration and you don't see me going around saying that I'm working on my MEA (Masters of Educational Administration) or more specifically, my MEAHE (Masters of Educational Administration, Higher Education) or better yet, my MUA (Masters of University Administration). So, why does MBA get it's own title? WHY? I'll tell you why - because those bastards make more money, that's why.

QUESTION #2: How many calories are burned when coughing?

I've looked everywhere, and this information is no where to be found. Of course, there are many articles on how many calories burned during sports activities, or even laughing. My guess is, I've spent the last 5 days coughing a lot more than laughing... I just want to know how many calories that has burned! Why is this not googleable?