Why I Love My Boyfriend, #59715

Last night, listening to Elvis Costello in the car.

Radio: "Alison, I know this world is killing you. / Oh, Alison, my aim is true."

Boyfriend: "That reminds me. We have an episode of Top Shot to watch."

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Dave Matthews Band in Camden, 6/30-7/1/10

Last year, both nights of Dave Matthews Band's stand in Camden were amazing. This year, well, the second night was great, but the first was ... kind of a dud. I was bored, then annoyed with the band for boring me, but at least my complete and utter boredom at the show allowed my mind some time to wander. Random thoughts and observations (from that, and the second, less boring night) after the jump.

• The boyfriend articulated this, but it's what I was thinking, too: how is it that Dave Matthews keeps getting older, but his fans don't?


• Conspiracy theory: Dave Matthews and Jeremy Piven are actually the same person. Think about it—have you ever seen them in the same place at the same time?


• To Rashawn Ross: Loved seeing that you were playing to the hometown crowd in your Phillies cap both nights. But pull that shit up a little higher; you were wearing the hat so low over your eyes that we though maybe Rudy from Fat Albert was standing in. Hey hey hey!


• Just what, exactly, is Dave Matthews' obsession with monkeys?


• As long as Jeff Coffin has that horrible goatee, I'm going to call him Scott Ian.


• Tim Reynolds is cool. He's so cool, that he can make wearing little kids' plastic-framed sun glasses look cool.


• Jam on an upbeat song=awesome. Jam on a slow song=giant energy sucking vacuum.

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Testing ... testing

I miss blogging just for me. Phillyist is fun and all, but sometimes I want to write things that just aren't right for the site, nor are they right for work or school.

So, I'm blowing the dust off this site and I'm going to try being a little more regular in my posts. It's been over a year since the last ... maybe I can get that down to monthly?

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Why I Love My Boyfriend, #49087

Last night, talking about meeting a friend in NYC this weekend:

Me: It shouldn't be too bad if we just take the Metro. [Pause] Sorry, I meant subway. I'm thinking D.C.

Him: I was gonna say—if you're thinking "Metro," you're thinking D.C. or Paris.

Me: Or Montreal.

Him: Or Berlin.

Me: Really? That one I didn't know.

Him: [Pause] Or I could just be thinking of the Berlin song "Metro." Actually, yeah, that's it.

Me: [Collapsing on the bed in laughter that doesn't subside for half an hour.]

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Boobies!

If you know me at all, you know why I'm posting this. Thanks to D-Mac for the link!

Are big breasts always beautiful? - Times Online

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Why is it...

...that El Paso and El Pasoans always look bad in the news?

Man deposits millions, one tattered bill at a time, The Associated Press, via CNN

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Anger/Unemployment

I was unemployed for five months, almost to the day. This is after three and a half months of unemployment from earlier in the year. It sucked. It was frustrating, if not downright discouraging.

But never—not once—did I feel compelled to do anything like this.

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The Thought Occurs...

...I just put the link to this blog in my bio for my MFA program, and I haven't updated the damn thing since March. I'll try to do better about this, but in the meanwhile, a few updates on my life after the jump.

• I have a job now. It's at a Communications start-up in Old City. I love it.
• My boyfriend and I moved in together, which sounds like a big step, but really isn't when you consider that my apartment had long ago turned into a very expensive closet with cable and running water.
• I joined a gym across the street from my office so I'd have no excuse not to work out more. It sounds good in theory, but I haven't been in two weeks.

And... I can't think of anything else to write about. Which is sad, seeing as it's been about four months since last I updated. Next post will be more interesting. I swear.

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You Must Be Joking

Job Hunting. Again. Just spoke with someone at a staffing agency who suggested I take an aptitude test. My results after the jump.

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Instant Karma's Gonna Get You

Walking back to work from lunch today, I happened to notice a guy stopped at a red light, windows down, with John Lennon's "Instant Karma" blaring over his stereo. As the light turned green, several pedestrians began to cross the intersection, thereby keeping the car in front of this [I thought] peace-loving gentleman from turning right. So what did this gentleman do? Surely, he waited patiently, embodying the lessons of Lennon, right?

No.

In a very Philly way, he honked his horn, then leaned out his window, yelled "Fuck all of youse" at the car in front of him and the pedestrians beyond.

To quote the late, great former Beatle's song: "Who in the hell d'you think you are?"

I hope instant karma gets him. Soon.

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