August 19, 2002
Back when I was visiting Columbus, Juliet and I spent a part of a lazy Sunday trying to find the recipe for Hasenpfeffer. We are both big fans of the old Loony Toons / Bugs Bunny era of cartoons, and tried to track down a recipe for this supposed "meal." Well, today, she PM’s me…
Read More...
August 19, 2002
Settling into the day. Made a big pot of strong ass coffee (ask my old coworkers about how strong I like the stuff), and am looking forward to a day in front of the box. We’ll see what today holds. Hopefully, I’ll get a bit of work done. No more of this wallowing crap. Wallowing:…
Read More...
August 19, 2002
Alright. Sorry for that rant yesterday. Apparently, not a good day for me, overall. I’ll be damned if my unemployed days are going to be like yesterday. Shaking it off today. UT not fun? What the hell? Did those words actually come out of my mouth?
Read More...
August 18, 2002
I did nothing positive. I did nothing constructive. At best, I did a load of laundry. At best. Last night, I got on a weird sleep schedule. Conked out early, and woke up around 3 AM. Now answer me this – why is it that they save a gem of a movie like Spies Like…
Read More...
August 18, 2002
Mr. Grumpy sent me a tape of the fight between Arturo Gatti vs. Micky Ward. Holy crap. I’m not someone who’s into boxing, but this fight was in-friggin-credible. I mean – the punishment both of these guys took was amazing. And on top of that, they surmounted it and continued fighting. Ah. I’m not doing…
Read More...
August 18, 2002
Inspired by an installation piece I saw back in Columbus, by Julie Taymor. A bright, shiny penny to anyone who figures out what it is.
Read More...
August 17, 2002
Doing my bills this morning, and balancing the accounts. I’ve paid dearly for neglecting to keep on top of finances, and this morning was set aside to do just that. FUCKING hate it, but it’s got to be done. I always get so stressed out over money stuff. As I’m reviewing my credit card statement,…
Read More...
August 17, 2002
At the end of August, I think it’ll officially be a year since I’ve had sex.
Read More...
August 17, 2002
Yesterday, I was watching the news and a piece about prostitution comes on. As I’m watching, I realize that the live report is coming from North and Hermitage, about a block or two away from where I live. I recognize buildings in the background, behind the newswoman. I was fairly oblivious to the fact that…
Read More...
August 17, 2002
juliet: okay, i want to confess a small but odd thing to you Portnoy: I’m here – shoot juliet: okay, you know how you reproduce some IM conversations you have into your blog? Portnoy: yes? juliet: well, i’m always sort of conscious of that, and if i fail to see a portion of one of…
Read More...
August 16, 2002
She called me up out of the blue about 2 hours ago, and we’ve been hanging out since then. A bit weird, since she and Alex have been working things out, but still fun. We had a good long conversation about relationships and work and friends while sitting on the couch. And I showed her…
Read More...
August 16, 2002
I’ve putzed around the house, mainly. Updated the blog (which took an exceptionally long time), and listened to Norah Jones’ Don’t Know Why repeatedly, looping over and over about 50 times. This has been my day so far. I need to get a poem to Matt. We agreed a week ago to resume the poem-a-week…
Read More...
August 16, 2002
I no longer have an excuse for not jogging in the mornings. Oy!
Read More...
August 16, 2002
Oddly, I made some fantastic time driving to and from work today. Go figure. Went in early this morning, and started packing. No one else at work (the few that were there early) knew what was going on. The weird thing is that I was really happy the entire morning, and had a smile on…
Read More...
August 15, 2002
My boss called me tonight, around 9:50 PM. It was a very quick conversation, and he let me know that they just went through the company’s budget. No money for me, and sorry – but they had to let me go. I’ve been trying to figure out why they notified me this way, and why…
Read More...