Day: One Hundred and Eighty Three
Photo taken Monday, January 31, 2011 on the (secret) pathway by our apartment at 741pm.
I swear this is going to lead me to Narnia.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Aang
Day: One Hundred and Eighty Two
Photo taken on Sunday, January 30, 2011 in the bathroom at 702pm. (It is perfectly okay to laugh at my awful attempt at making myself bald. I must STRESS I went to school for copywriting not art direction, though one could argue the writing skills as well. Should I get my money back?)
I highly recommend Avatar: The Last Airbender (the series not the movie since I have not seen that yet) to anyone, especially adults. The first half of Book One is a little silly and slow to get momentum going but when it picks up it will suck you in, trust me. The story is rich with wisdom and the valuable lessons it teaches the viewers are ones we might have forgotten through the years.
One of the episodes that really speaks to me today centers around Uncle Iroh (Steve's favorite character). He spends the entire 23 minutes walking around the city of Ba Sing Se helping others in need with a smile on his face only for us to learn that this is a very hard day for him. At the end he is honoring his son that he lost in battle.
I find myself wanting to be more like Uncle Iroh every day. No matter how hard of a time he is enduring, it did not stop him from moving forward and projecting warmth on others instead of his sorrow. I hope that I can be more like him, pushing aside my negativity and focusing on the happiness that I can find in the present moment, even if it is a rough moment.
But most likely I'll just end up like Sokka (my favorite), the bumbly, sarcastic average joe.
"You've had a good first day of training."
"I have? But I thought I messed up every single thing we worked on."
"You messed things up in a very special way."
I highly recommend Avatar: The Last Airbender (the series not the movie since I have not seen that yet) to anyone, especially adults. The first half of Book One is a little silly and slow to get momentum going but when it picks up it will suck you in, trust me. The story is rich with wisdom and the valuable lessons it teaches the viewers are ones we might have forgotten through the years.
One of the episodes that really speaks to me today centers around Uncle Iroh (Steve's favorite character). He spends the entire 23 minutes walking around the city of Ba Sing Se helping others in need with a smile on his face only for us to learn that this is a very hard day for him. At the end he is honoring his son that he lost in battle.
I find myself wanting to be more like Uncle Iroh every day. No matter how hard of a time he is enduring, it did not stop him from moving forward and projecting warmth on others instead of his sorrow. I hope that I can be more like him, pushing aside my negativity and focusing on the happiness that I can find in the present moment, even if it is a rough moment.
But most likely I'll just end up like Sokka (my favorite), the bumbly, sarcastic average joe.
"You've had a good first day of training."
"I have? But I thought I messed up every single thing we worked on."
"You messed things up in a very special way."
Saturday, January 29, 2011
You're on this date with me.
Day: One Hundred and Eighty One
Photo taken on Saturday, January 29, 2011 on the set at the Sid Jacobson Jewish Community Center in East Hills, NY at 1106pm.
When Heather told me back in October that her and Justin would perform in Guys and Dolls I am already there. It is definitely one of my favorite musicals mostly because I came to know it so well in my freshman year of high school. Ms. Fabs and Brother Phil always put on fabulous productions and the stage crew...well we built pretty intense sets. So when I tell Heather the set looks great she informs me she took a week off of work to build the whole thing herself! I am floored; I know how much blood, sweat, and tears go into putting on a play so I am impressed with Heather's carpentry.
She is able to erect an entire stage in a week and it took us a few months to do our set (though it is fun-filled and I admit, everyone engaged in their fair share of shenanigans). As we take the picture in front of The Mission I think of when I helped build our version. I remember being on the scaffolding, laying on my back, conversing with a friend as I wait for the screws to be passed up to me. I'm holding unto the sheetrock so it doesn't fall on our heads but she climbs down to let a more experienced stage crew member come up. Immediately my palms sweat as one of my crushes lays down next to me, my little 14 year old heart racing a mile a minute. He instructs me through the process of screwing in the boards and even though I drop a few screws in nervousness, he coaches me through and we complete the ceiling together. Ah, young love.
It is definitely a trip down memory lane to watch the play again and still remember all of the words. Heather does a wonderful job as Harry the Horse, sounding and looking the part perfectly. She knows how to rock a fedora! And Justin is a great Big Jule, in his yellow pimp jacket and coarse voice which I am sure must have shredded his vocal chords. The whole cast is amazing and Michelle and I find ourselves completely entertained and having a blast.
I can't wait for the next JCC play!
When Heather told me back in October that her and Justin would perform in Guys and Dolls I am already there. It is definitely one of my favorite musicals mostly because I came to know it so well in my freshman year of high school. Ms. Fabs and Brother Phil always put on fabulous productions and the stage crew...well we built pretty intense sets. So when I tell Heather the set looks great she informs me she took a week off of work to build the whole thing herself! I am floored; I know how much blood, sweat, and tears go into putting on a play so I am impressed with Heather's carpentry.
She is able to erect an entire stage in a week and it took us a few months to do our set (though it is fun-filled and I admit, everyone engaged in their fair share of shenanigans). As we take the picture in front of The Mission I think of when I helped build our version. I remember being on the scaffolding, laying on my back, conversing with a friend as I wait for the screws to be passed up to me. I'm holding unto the sheetrock so it doesn't fall on our heads but she climbs down to let a more experienced stage crew member come up. Immediately my palms sweat as one of my crushes lays down next to me, my little 14 year old heart racing a mile a minute. He instructs me through the process of screwing in the boards and even though I drop a few screws in nervousness, he coaches me through and we complete the ceiling together. Ah, young love.
It is definitely a trip down memory lane to watch the play again and still remember all of the words. Heather does a wonderful job as Harry the Horse, sounding and looking the part perfectly. She knows how to rock a fedora! And Justin is a great Big Jule, in his yellow pimp jacket and coarse voice which I am sure must have shredded his vocal chords. The whole cast is amazing and Michelle and I find ourselves completely entertained and having a blast.
I can't wait for the next JCC play!
Friday, January 28, 2011
Thar she blows!
Day: One Hundred and Eighty
It looks like I have a nice little night planned doesn't it? Looks like I'm about to get busy with a game of beer pong using some ambers. Looks like I'm about to square off with my opponent.
Well, I'm not.
Those aren't microbrews. Those are orange Gatorades. And we're not playing beer pong but those four glasses are about to wreak havoc upon my digestive system because they are filled with 238grams of Miralax.
Remember this and that? Yeah, well, tomorrow I am going for my first colonoscopy ever to find out the root of the problem and hopefully rule out Crohn's disease. I'm pretty sure I'm fine but after cutting out almost everything in my diet and nothing working, we need to make sure everything is okay up there.
But right now, I have 28 years worth of crap coming out of me. I haven't eaten since yesterday yet I'm on Round 8 or 9 or maybe even 32 and my stomach still sounds like a creaky boat. I think I even saw part of a bologna sandwich I ate in 1992 make an appearance.
It looks like my Quick and the Dead gunslinger moment between me and those Gatorades might be coming to a close
Wah na na na na!
Miralax wins.
Thursday, January 27, 2011
No school!
Day: One Hundred and Seventy Nine
This has been the best winter on record! I think I'm on my fourth snow day so far this season. How awesome is it to get paid to play in the snow? Or jump on the bed?
I am ready this morning at 6 to set off towards the city but bossdad is not ready to tell me whether or not the Surge would still be open. All busses are suspended and only Armando could get there thus far. I tell him I don't mind coming since there is one train I can catch in 30 minutes so he says come on in.
And then he says, "If we decide to shut the Surge you can just get off the train and go back the other way."
Um...how 'bout..no, dad. That's not a good option at all. I am not going to take the gamble of being stranded at some random Long Island train station when more than half of the eastbound trains are not running. I like how bossdad thinks I live on 85th Street, as if I'm just around the corner.
I'm actually two hours away.
I need an answer. I hate to pressure him but I do anyway and he concedes.
I'm such a weasel.
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Dueling Phones
Day: One Hundred and Seventy Eight
Photo taken on Wednesday, January 26, 2011 at my desk at 326pm. (That's Valerie behind me)
I am currently on hold with the DMV on both phones. I started on the hard line 15 minutes prior to using my cell to try and reach someone on a different DMV number. Let's see who wins...
I like Nissan. I do not however, like Massapequa Nissan (with the exception of Paul's friend, Josh). Josh helped Steve and I get into very awesome leases back in 2007 and 2008. Pedey F. (my old silver Xterra) cost me only $348 a month!
Back in June I am tricked into coming in early with Pedey; then the sleazy salesmen lead me to believe that Josh no longer works there. He does, he is just off today. Once they see the mileage on a three year old truck, they are not letting me leave that lot no matter what. Pedey is in great condition and has only 27,000 miles on him! He is a fantastic vehicle and even better companion. I love him but his lease is almost up and it is time to move on.
I want a yellow Xterra this time but they no longer make them in outlandish colors and now I have boring colors to choose from. I try to leave with Pedey. They usher me into a Pathfinder and tell me to try it.
I drive around the block by myself and hop out telling them I'll try a Pathfinder this time since they told me a basic Xterra starts at $460. I am not paying that kind of money for another basic truck with no crossbars again (how the hell are you supposed to strap a surfboard to the top with no crossbars?) so I settle for a Pathfinder.
The salesmen then badger me into a Pathfinder that they can not get off the lot (Sai). Sai has great features but his biggest downfall is that he's a darker color and darker colored cars show dirt more so than lighter colors and I don't wash my trucks very often so I prefer lighter colors. I maybe wash it like once or twice a year if that. Wash my car? Isn't that what rain is for? But I digress...
So I finally accept Sai and they tell me it will just be a moment and then he's mine.
Three hours later and I'm finally losing patience. I have now been here for five hours. All I have eaten today is a granola bar and get this... I am still wearing my number from the race I participated in down the road hours ago! I am hot, sweaty, hungry, and now angry. I go up to the salesmen (one of which is stuffing his face with lunch) and ask him what the hold up is. He bullshits me and I lose it.
I stick out my hand. "I want my Xterra back. NOW."
He is up and out of that chair so fast and talking me down from storming out of there. I am fuming. He takes a few more dollars off my lease and five minutes later Sai appears.
Eight months later guess who I'm still registered to?
Pedey F.
I have been on Massapequa's case for SEVEN months to get me a registration. I can't park in certain places because I am not registered to Sai. At all. I have even called the Nissan Corporation themselves and they had an INVESTIGATION and Massepequa called me up, tried to charm me even more, promised a registration, and still has not delivered.
Guess who is about to get a pleasant phone call from Bossdad?
Oh and my cell phone won the race.
I am currently on hold with the DMV on both phones. I started on the hard line 15 minutes prior to using my cell to try and reach someone on a different DMV number. Let's see who wins...
I like Nissan. I do not however, like Massapequa Nissan (with the exception of Paul's friend, Josh). Josh helped Steve and I get into very awesome leases back in 2007 and 2008. Pedey F. (my old silver Xterra) cost me only $348 a month!
Back in June I am tricked into coming in early with Pedey; then the sleazy salesmen lead me to believe that Josh no longer works there. He does, he is just off today. Once they see the mileage on a three year old truck, they are not letting me leave that lot no matter what. Pedey is in great condition and has only 27,000 miles on him! He is a fantastic vehicle and even better companion. I love him but his lease is almost up and it is time to move on.
I want a yellow Xterra this time but they no longer make them in outlandish colors and now I have boring colors to choose from. I try to leave with Pedey. They usher me into a Pathfinder and tell me to try it.
I drive around the block by myself and hop out telling them I'll try a Pathfinder this time since they told me a basic Xterra starts at $460. I am not paying that kind of money for another basic truck with no crossbars again (how the hell are you supposed to strap a surfboard to the top with no crossbars?) so I settle for a Pathfinder.
The salesmen then badger me into a Pathfinder that they can not get off the lot (Sai). Sai has great features but his biggest downfall is that he's a darker color and darker colored cars show dirt more so than lighter colors and I don't wash my trucks very often so I prefer lighter colors. I maybe wash it like once or twice a year if that. Wash my car? Isn't that what rain is for? But I digress...
So I finally accept Sai and they tell me it will just be a moment and then he's mine.
Three hours later and I'm finally losing patience. I have now been here for five hours. All I have eaten today is a granola bar and get this... I am still wearing my number from the race I participated in down the road hours ago! I am hot, sweaty, hungry, and now angry. I go up to the salesmen (one of which is stuffing his face with lunch) and ask him what the hold up is. He bullshits me and I lose it.
I stick out my hand. "I want my Xterra back. NOW."
He is up and out of that chair so fast and talking me down from storming out of there. I am fuming. He takes a few more dollars off my lease and five minutes later Sai appears.
Eight months later guess who I'm still registered to?
Pedey F.
I have been on Massapequa's case for SEVEN months to get me a registration. I can't park in certain places because I am not registered to Sai. At all. I have even called the Nissan Corporation themselves and they had an INVESTIGATION and Massepequa called me up, tried to charm me even more, promised a registration, and still has not delivered.
Guess who is about to get a pleasant phone call from Bossdad?
Oh and my cell phone won the race.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Que un mundo!
Day: One Hundred and Seventy Seven
We have been trying to tip our Poland Spring delivery man, Steve, since December but we always forget to give him his card as well as put our bottles out for collection. Yesterday, as I hear the rumble of the truck leaving I curse myself for not remembering yet again and go downstairs to haul the frozen bottles in (yeah, it's around 4 degrees). About 15 minutes later I leave for my doctor's appointment and see PS-Steve across the way, delivering to a business as I maneuver Sai around his truck. I feel guilty when I see him because maybe I could have caught him having known his delivery route.
An hour later, upon returning from the doctor's I notice 347 is shut down going west and then I see it, a totally mangled car. I hate witnessing any kind of aftermath to an accident because it just makes me sad knowing people were hurt. Seeing the road shut down makes me think there is a fatality and then when I see the Poland Spring delivery truck my stomach bottoms out.
I immediately think it's PS-Steve. I've been gone for an hour and judging by the large amount of traffic at the light and the fact that there are no ambulances left, it quite possibly could be our guy.
I'm so upset that I call Hubs and shakily tell him that PS-Steve might have killed someone with his truck. I am so upset that I am convinced the man in the car has to be dead with his vehicle looking like that and then I start blaming myself. If I remembered the card maybe PS-Steve would have taken an extra ten seconds to open it and this accident would have been prevented. This is all my fault!
Steve assures me it's not.
I call dad. I tell him I killed a man in a mangled car through PS-Steve.
Dad assures me I did not kill a man.
For an hour I watch News 12 to see if the news of my murder comes on. It doesn't. I go on about my day, but reluctantly and with constant thoughts of PS-Steve and that unfortunate man in the busted up car.
Today, I crazily search the internet and with great relief find the article here that reassures Steve and dad's beliefs that the man in the vehicle is not dead, nor is it PS-Steve's fault for the accident. Turns out, the man in the vehicle rear-ended PS-Steve or who I still think is PS-Steve. The article has yet to confirm that belief of mine.
Because you know, anyone driving a Poland Spring truck in my area has to be PS-Steve.
(In the picture I am acting out my horror of seeing the accident with a Poland Spring bottle as PS-Steve and a half-transformed Transformer as the man in the vehicle.)
Monday, January 24, 2011
Supplies!
Day: One Hundred and Seventy Six
Photo taken on Monday, January 24, 2011 in the living room at 930pm.
Not only am I fan of Cal Lightman, I totally dig the title sequence to Lie To Me. It has a House feel to it, cool song as well as interesting lighting choices and camera angles. When recalling the opening, I see the images in hues of blue and yellow in my mind. My favorite expression is of the freckled-nosed little girl that shows surprise. When the music matches with the editing, her face should light up on a chord change but sometimes the DVR sets it off a tad.
I don't like surprises whether they're big or small, good or even fun, it just doesn't sit well with me. I like to know where I am going or what I am doing at all times. I am open to changes in plans just as long as you give me a heads up a few minutes beforehand (at the latest). That is why my bridal shower day had to be run by me first. Could you imagine? I would wake up around 7 to start preparing for a race that Saturday and Steve, in a panic, would try to convince me to go to a nice brunch. I would immediately suspect something because why would Steve be up this early on a Saturday? I would then demand to know what the meaning of this is and he would come up with a slick answer. He'd get me on the fence for the meal over going to the run until he told me that brunch would be in the city. Then I would know for sure something is amiss. There has to be some big-ass event in the city to get me to go there on the weekend so then I would figure it out. Then I would be pissed that Steve didn't tell me in the first place but then I would feel guilty for being pissed because my mom and bridesmaids did a nice thing for me.
Or I'd just ignore Steve at the beginning and leave for the race anyway.
So instead of a series of unfortunate events, they told me the date and place and I acted surprised when I walked into the lovely shower.
Not only am I fan of Cal Lightman, I totally dig the title sequence to Lie To Me. It has a House feel to it, cool song as well as interesting lighting choices and camera angles. When recalling the opening, I see the images in hues of blue and yellow in my mind. My favorite expression is of the freckled-nosed little girl that shows surprise. When the music matches with the editing, her face should light up on a chord change but sometimes the DVR sets it off a tad.
I don't like surprises whether they're big or small, good or even fun, it just doesn't sit well with me. I like to know where I am going or what I am doing at all times. I am open to changes in plans just as long as you give me a heads up a few minutes beforehand (at the latest). That is why my bridal shower day had to be run by me first. Could you imagine? I would wake up around 7 to start preparing for a race that Saturday and Steve, in a panic, would try to convince me to go to a nice brunch. I would immediately suspect something because why would Steve be up this early on a Saturday? I would then demand to know what the meaning of this is and he would come up with a slick answer. He'd get me on the fence for the meal over going to the run until he told me that brunch would be in the city. Then I would know for sure something is amiss. There has to be some big-ass event in the city to get me to go there on the weekend so then I would figure it out. Then I would be pissed that Steve didn't tell me in the first place but then I would feel guilty for being pissed because my mom and bridesmaids did a nice thing for me.
Or I'd just ignore Steve at the beginning and leave for the race anyway.
So instead of a series of unfortunate events, they told me the date and place and I acted surprised when I walked into the lovely shower.
Sunday, January 23, 2011
J-E-T-S Jets! Jets! Jets!
Day: One Hundred and Seventy Five
Photo taken on Sunday, January 23, 2011 in the living room from the Manga Loft during the Jets vs. Steelers game at 846pm. (pictured from left: Mike, Tucker, Charlie, Jenn, Paul, Jess, Aunt Kathie, me, and Steve)
I am blessed. I really am. I am blessed to have so many people in my life that support me and all of my creative projects. I wish I could get a picture of all my supporters at once but I know they're always here in spirit with every picture I take.
Tonight I have eight people backing me up on this one and probably holding their breath too because Steve is helping me dangle my camera by string from the Manga Loft. Everyone shouted out ideas of how to take a sweeping picture from above and I am happy with the results. As everyone gets in position to cheer (and for some reason the only Jets fan in the room, Charlie, is "booing") I set up the camera from above. As I hit the delay button they all count the seconds for me as I race down the stairs and jump in behind Steve.
Definitely a cool bunch of peeps.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Family Ties
Day: One Hundred and Seventy Four
Photo taken on Saturday, January 22, 2011 outside of the Forum Diner in Bay Shore, NY at 140pm. (part of Steve is hiding behind me, then Mike, half of Paul, Aunt Kathie, Aunt Ginger, and Jess)
I like large family gatherings that involve food and several conversations going on at once (three of which you are participating in even though one is across the room). I am happy that Steve's extended family is a lot like my extended family in that when everyone gets together it's seriously a lot of laughs.
Aunt Kathie and cousin Tucker are in for a wedding and they impressively squeeze in a ton of visits with family and friends in the short amount of time that they are here (I have no idea how they do it! Maybe a time turner?). I am happy to be part of the brunch today and that my stomach allows me to scarf down half a short stack of pancakes.
I am definitely looking forward to the next Reed extravaganza!
Friday, January 21, 2011
Vanished in the Haze
Day: One Hundred and Seventy Three
Photo taken on Friday, January 21, 2011 in the living room at 1032pm.
For the past three days I have been out of sorts with my body and haven't felt well at all. After being curled over my desk in pain for most of the work day, I decide that I can't go to the second job and instead head back home after five.
It is amazing how good I feel at this point, having finally relaxed for once and ate dinner at a normal hour (not on the train and at an actual table no less!). Though as I am slowly getting sleepy I realize that I have been too busy feeling awful today and have not put any thought into my selfer. I look at Hubs and tell him this and he waits for it, he waits for what I say to him at least twice day:
"Steve," I pause as I wait for him to acknowledge me with a head turn. "I need help."
In response to my dilemma of having no selfer ideas today, Steve puts the blanket over his head in hopes I'll forget he is there.
In response to him blatantly ignoring me, I jump on him and snap a picture as my weight snaps his femur.
For the past three days I have been out of sorts with my body and haven't felt well at all. After being curled over my desk in pain for most of the work day, I decide that I can't go to the second job and instead head back home after five.
It is amazing how good I feel at this point, having finally relaxed for once and ate dinner at a normal hour (not on the train and at an actual table no less!). Though as I am slowly getting sleepy I realize that I have been too busy feeling awful today and have not put any thought into my selfer. I look at Hubs and tell him this and he waits for it, he waits for what I say to him at least twice day:
"Steve," I pause as I wait for him to acknowledge me with a head turn. "I need help."
In response to my dilemma of having no selfer ideas today, Steve puts the blanket over his head in hopes I'll forget he is there.
In response to him blatantly ignoring me, I jump on him and snap a picture as my weight snaps his femur.
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Kakashi-sensei-sama-sempai-san-KUN!
Day: One Hundred and Seventy Two
Photo taken on Thursday, January 20, 2011 in the medical records room at 410pm.
I want to cosplay as Hatake Kakashi one of these days. I've mentioned it about five hundred times now so I really should just go buy a grayish wig and his hitai-ate and shut up about it. But instead I insert myself into the wonderful world of Photoshop, burn a scar into my skin, and implant his Sharingan over one of my hazel greens quite painlessly. Of course it had to be the Mangekyou and after using it to (accidentally) transport my couch into another dimension, I'm bound to take a nap for the next several days.
I want to cosplay as Hatake Kakashi one of these days. I've mentioned it about five hundred times now so I really should just go buy a grayish wig and his hitai-ate and shut up about it. But instead I insert myself into the wonderful world of Photoshop, burn a scar into my skin, and implant his Sharingan over one of my hazel greens quite painlessly. Of course it had to be the Mangekyou and after using it to (accidentally) transport my couch into another dimension, I'm bound to take a nap for the next several days.
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Foamy
Day: One Hundred and Seventy One
Photo taken on Wednesday, January 19, 2011 in the hallway at 747pm.
The week I move to Smithtown it starts. I have never had this problem before and I am shocked that once Wednesday rolls around, so does my stomach. I make it through two full days of work and then WHAM! my digestive system goes on strike. My stomach distends out as if I swallowed a basketball and until Saturday morning I am in pain and well...things don't "run" right if you know what I mean (and I think you do!).
I finally make an appointment with a doc today to find out what's wrong but everyone I talk to contributes this odd phenomenon to stress and lack of sleep. Bossdad gets me the number to a trusted C & R surgeon and as he scribbles the phone number on one of his discarded Dilbert day calendar comics he laughs. "Every Wednesday huh? Maybe you're just sick of this place."
Me? Sick of the Surge? NEVER! ;-P
The week I move to Smithtown it starts. I have never had this problem before and I am shocked that once Wednesday rolls around, so does my stomach. I make it through two full days of work and then WHAM! my digestive system goes on strike. My stomach distends out as if I swallowed a basketball and until Saturday morning I am in pain and well...things don't "run" right if you know what I mean (and I think you do!).
I finally make an appointment with a doc today to find out what's wrong but everyone I talk to contributes this odd phenomenon to stress and lack of sleep. Bossdad gets me the number to a trusted C & R surgeon and as he scribbles the phone number on one of his discarded Dilbert day calendar comics he laughs. "Every Wednesday huh? Maybe you're just sick of this place."
Me? Sick of the Surge? NEVER! ;-P
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Lie To Me, Love
Day: One Hundred and Seventy
Photo taken on Tuesday, January 18, 2011 in the dining room at 739pm.
I have finally hit the point in my self portrait project where it is time to start playing with the image. I have wanted to do this for awhile but I could not find my Photoshop 7 disk until today (for some reason it was residing in a pile of CDs to be burned into iTunes). Once I load the program onto Miles I begin to play around, changing the shape, distorting the image, just all around fun stuff until I hit a brick wall. I want to do an ode to Cal Lightman (since I'm a little bit in love with him...okay...A LOT a bit) but I have forgotten how to blur the background. Luckily, I have Mai, one of my hockey and advertising friends from college, just a text away. I pose the question and she calls me immediately, talking me through my different options. As we chat away about her awesome job in the creative industry, Steve tools around with the picture and by the end of the conversation he has accomplished the above effect. I owe Mai and Steve for my selfer today; thanks for helping me out! Great job guys! ^_\
I have been toying with this idea for awhile so it means a lot to me to finally get it out there. I think I really like Lie to Me because the one thing I don't really do is lie. I would be the worst person that Cal could interrogate. I like how he will phrase the same question ten different ways until the person bursts into tears and admits to killing their daughter. Though with me it would be like:
SHOW STARTS
"Did you burn those patients' charts? Didja? Didja set fire to the medical records room? Was it you? You burned all those files in that room, didn't you?"
"Yes."
"Did you-ah...oh."
CREDITS
Monday, January 17, 2011
Working Hard, Hardly Workin'
Day: One Hundred and Sixty Nine
It is a rare event for me to work from home during the week but a day like today calls for it. Two years ago I attempt to go into work on MLK Day and immediately regret that decision. Not many people get off for the holiday yet the LIRR is on a holiday schedule. This means Hunterspoint Avenue is shut down and only one train an hour goes to and from the city. It is a madhouse and not worth having everybody brush up against my backside for four hours.
So today I take the floating holiday to do some extra data entry for my parents' medical billing company, Empire Management. I have been doing SPARCS since I was 15 years old and I can rival Sonic in speed as I tear through the claims.
Working from home is great because while I'm on my work computer, Sergei, I have my everyday laptop, Miles, to my right for any researching needs I may have (or watching Facebook status updates, you know, work important things) as well as Nico to my left for music (played as loud as I want!). Yeah, Nico. Surprised he's still hanging on right? He'll be 7 in June! How crazy is that?! I just don't have the heart to get rid of him so instead I prop him up on a book so he doesn't overheat and he's in charge of my iTunes selection.
And the best part of working from home besides peeing with the door open?
Working in my pajamas!
Sunday, January 16, 2011
VVVRRROOOOMMMM!
Day: One Hundred and Sixty Eight
Photo taken on Sunday, January 16, 2011 in the Manga Loft stairwell at 9pm.
Preston loves his cars and trains, always has since he was a fetus. I swear he comes out of my sister holding a CSX engine in his starfish hand. Before he could even talk he is lining up all of his matchbox cars on my parents' fireplace to play his version of a parking lot.
When they move into the TDM he switches to the windowsills since they are perfect height to run the vehicles on. But he never tires of getting down on the floor with them anyway to push those cars across the living room while slithering around on his belly. He is lightening fast and he makes it look like it's the most fun a person could ever possibly have in their life.
Tonight I want to be like my awesome nephew so I take my own toy car (the Back To The Future Part Two model), get down on my stomach, and push it towards the future (obviously 2015). And you know what? I think Preston is onto something here. It is super fun!
Preston loves his cars and trains, always has since he was a fetus. I swear he comes out of my sister holding a CSX engine in his starfish hand. Before he could even talk he is lining up all of his matchbox cars on my parents' fireplace to play his version of a parking lot.
When they move into the TDM he switches to the windowsills since they are perfect height to run the vehicles on. But he never tires of getting down on the floor with them anyway to push those cars across the living room while slithering around on his belly. He is lightening fast and he makes it look like it's the most fun a person could ever possibly have in their life.
Tonight I want to be like my awesome nephew so I take my own toy car (the Back To The Future Part Two model), get down on my stomach, and push it towards the future (obviously 2015). And you know what? I think Preston is onto something here. It is super fun!
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Kermit
Day: One Hundred and Sixty Seven
Photo taken on Saturday, January 15, 2011 while I was volunteering at the mile 5 water station for the Blue Point Brewery 10 Mile Run in Patchogue, NY at 950am.
“Can someone please explain to me the stupid animal hats adults are wearing? If you’re over the age of 12 you just look like an idiot.”I responded to the status message with: I’m an idiot then.
And I like being an idiot.
I am who I am, and I have prided myself on that fact since I was a youngster. I have always marched to the beat of my own drummer (hell I was a drummer) no matter what type of flak I caught for it. Pepsi sneakers in the fifth grade, a silk button down shirt with a map of the world on it in seventh grade, a rather large Hawaiian shirt collection (before the trend set in) in sophomore year of high school, and then in college talking t-shirts became a part of my wardrobe before celebrities thought they were cool. Now as an adult, stupid animal hats.
I know I look stupid. I know everyone on my commuter train has snuck a glance at my headgear and I don’t really care what their thoughts are about it either. Whether they think I look like a goof or that I want attention, it is not going to phase me in the least. I like my frog hat with its bulging eyes sticking out from my noggin and the tongue hanging above my eyes; I think it’s silly and that’s why I wear it.
Apparently there are unspoken rules about growing older and you know what? I’m not ever going to follow them and there’s not a thing you can do to convince me otherwise. Even when I have kids, I’ll be embarrassing them when they’re in high school and I’m off to the grocery store in my pajama pants and a matching beanie. We won’t even discuss the horror on their faces when I traipse out the door one Saturday in full cosplay as I head toward the Javits Center for the New York Anime Festival. Do I look outlandish all the time? Of course not! But you can keep your stuffy wardrobe, I like my Converse sneakers with this pant suit thank-you-very-much.
I have come so far since my adolescence, shedding that self-conscious skin and gaining a sense of humor that makes life’s obstacles bearable. Still to this day people make snap judgments based on my appearance but if they took the time to actually sit and have a conversation with me they would learn that there is definitely more to me than my hat. A lot more. There is no law saying I have to squash that inner child within me and stop enjoying the one life I get to live. If I want to spend it being a womanchild then more power to me. I know what I’m about and at least I’m comfortable enough in my own skin to walk out of the house wearing an animal on my head.
Society has made some of us too scared to express ourselves so instead we hide behind what everyone else is doing without a single original thought in our heads. People should want to switch it up, create their own style, and wear it proudly.
Today I am not alone with my frog hat, a fellow volunteer, Freddie, is also donning an animal hat with matching gloves! Now that’s what I’m talking about!
Friday, January 14, 2011
What would I do without you, Steve?
Day: One Hundred and Sixty Six
Photo taken on Friday, January 14, 2011 on the A platform of the Farmingdale train station at 609am.
Why on earth would I be back standing in the same spot I stood for three years when now I have an entirely different spot to stand in on a different line?
You know the answer to this one. You know it's been a tough morning already and you're not even up yet!
For some reason, Smithtown chose to be very secretive about shutting down Main Street this morning and any road that gets my ass to the train station on time. Luckily Steve is with me because he's taking Sai again today until the roads are completely ice-free, so he's there to try and cut off my panic of not making my train. I start losing it because the person in front of me is craaawwwling. CRAWLING! Because of this douchebag, I don't make my train but I try anyway. I bail out of the car and haul ass through a parking lot that leads to a dead end because I didn't see the tiny pathway they carved out to get to the other platform. But it doesn't matter, the train is too far down for me to sprint to anyway.
I start bawling.
I call Steve to tell him to come back and get me but so many roads are blocked he can't find his way back.
The panic starts setting in. There isn't a soul around, not even a taxi. The silence is deafening and the next train isn't coming through for another hour.
I'm hysterical. And scared.
Steve tries to coach me through my breathing so it doesn't turn into hyperventilating but I'm too angry for a panic attack. If Smithtown needed to do snow removal so bad that should have been announced to commuters last night on the LIRR. I would have allotted for more time this morning, especially since I jolted awake 14 minutes before my alarm went off anyway.
I keep turning in circles, checking my surroundings since I know only skells are out this hour, especially around train stations. I see a car pull up and I start darting the other way until Steve screams into the phone that it's him. I climb in and look away since I have tears streaming down my face and I'm blubbering like a fool. I feel completely out of control. I think of the work on my desk and my morning routine at the Surge. I start crying even harder and he just rubs my hand, telling me it will all be alright.
I start in that it's because I didn't finish my acne steps last night, that's why this happened. Steve says that's not true and that he is going to drop me off in Farmingdale on his way to work so I can catch the train I took for three years. It's familiar. It's safe. I know all the other commuters on "my car" and where they all sit. But I then think about the fact that now I have to go to Penn and come up on the C train and I start to worry that something bad is going to happen. While the obsessional thoughts creep in, Steve stops in Hess to fill up the tank I wanted to fill last night. I hop out to tell him I won't make the 6am from Farmingdale.
And we don't make it. We pull down the road that leads to the parking lot and I wave to the train as it pulls away. Now I'm petrified the day is going to turn ugly.
I get on the 609. I read a novel for most of the way there, in an aisle seat *shudder* in part of a six seater *shudder* but luckily no one sits in front or next to me.
I get on the 609. I read a novel for most of the way there, in an aisle seat *shudder* in part of a six seater *shudder* but luckily no one sits in front or next to me.
Then the C train is there when I reach the platform.
Then the M86 is there when I come out of the subway.
I'm only 15 minutes later than normal.
Huh. Maybe it won't be so bad after all.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
60 Hour TiVo
Day: One Hundred and Sixty Five
No medical records request has made me this giddy before. When I open the envelope and slide out the papers inside, the letterhead makes me full out laugh:
Wilson, Elser, Moskowitz, Edelman, & Dicker LLP
This is where Kim used to work before moving down to Virginia. The first time I call her office I get her voicemail and as she speeds through all the five names of her firm, I only hear the last one. When it is time for me to leave a message, I giggle into the phone, "hee hee Dicker." From then on, whenever she answers or doesn't answer her office phone, I respond the same way, "hee hee Dicker."
And then Kim makes the mistake of telling me about a pizza party they have one Friday before a holiday weekend and from then on, every Friday I ask about her pizza party that Dicker is throwing for them. Kim then explains to me every Friday that they only get pizza parties when it is before a holiday weekend and that Dicker doesn't throw them because he is retired.
Then the next Friday, I ring her right before lunchtime to ask about Dicker's Pizza Party anyway.
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!
Day: One Hundred and Sixty Four
Steve and I have been living together since the end of December 2006 and we have yet to buy a shovel. Instead, we choose to get in snowpants and proceed to kick the snow away from our vehicles. It is actually a lot faster than shoveling and doesn't put strain on your back at all. Besides, it's fun and it usually starts a snowball war between us which is also fun until Steve just bum rushes me into a snowbank, which is not fun.
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Date Night
Day: One Hundred and Sixty Three
I coerce Steve into seeing a running documentary tonight with the promise of food and another volume of Bleach. He would have come regardless but I felt I should sweeten the deal since Hood to Coast will really only appeal to me. I figure he'll probably sit there through the entire thing as if I am the one running this race and wish he didn't forget his DS to keep him busy while he waits at the finish to snap my picture. And hopefully, in 2012, he'll be doing just that.
My buddy from college, Scott, posted the trailer to the movie a few weeks ago, asking his fellow runners if they would be interested and for one whole week it is all I can think about. I study the leg breakdowns and try to pick out which one I would do and if I could manage that terrain. As Steve is counting sheep at night, I stare at the ceiling counting months and training programs, trying to space out races and that hopefully I'll have a marathon or two under my belt by then. I think of dieting and running hills, wondering if I can last 24 hours without showering, eating, or going #2. It finally gets to the point I have to email Scott and put myself out there. I tell him how it has been dominating my thoughts and that if he needs an extra runner, I'm totally game.
It's a 197 mile relay race of 12 runners and it can last longer than 24 hours depending on the team's pace. After watching the inspirational film tonight, all I want to do is start training harder. I know eventually the weight will come off and my mileage will increase even more than it has, I just have to be patient. I definitely recommend this movie to anyone looking for motivation to accomplish a goal whether it be running a ridiculous race like this or something less extreme; these people's stories of perseverance will help you keep on going.
Monday, January 10, 2011
Y'all come back now, ya hear?
Day: One Hundred and Sixty Two
The further south you travel the more laid back and pleasant the people become. So laid back that there are a bunch of rocking chairs for your waiting pleasure at the local Cracker Barrel. The prices for breakfast are a helluva lot cheaper than up here in New York and you get a lot of food as well. It is the comforting type of food, the kind that sticks to your ribs and gives you gas for three days. Now, I can pack down 8 Whities followed by a dozen buffalo wings no problem but I can't do it every day. I'm not sure how one's digestive system can handle daily comfort food because when I order pancakes, I'm expecting them to be light fluffy goodness not crispy and fried. Cracker Barrel breakfast (as yummy as it is) makes the Pancake Cottage look super healthy.
Sunday, January 9, 2011
Leonardo da Vinci
Day: One Hundred and Sixty One
Photo taken on Sunday, January 9, 2011 in Kim's guest room at 301pm.
Back when Bossdad fired me from the Surge (November 2004) for three months, Charlie took me under his wing as an apprentice painter. He let me help him on several jobs when I was unemployed and taught me a lot about the painting business. It was a very fun experience and I enjoyed it very much since I got to spend quality time with my bro.
Yesterday we reunited as a team and we worked wonderfully together. Charlie is so adept at cutting he doesn't even need to tape anymore so that cuts out so much prep time. While he cut the room I rolled after him and tore through Kim's house in record time. Then Kim fed us two meals and tipped us which of course I tried to give back but she insisted. She is way too generous for something I figured I would do out of sisterly love. Now I feel like a cheapo for only getting pizza for those that helped us move to Smithtown.
Back when Bossdad fired me from the Surge (November 2004) for three months, Charlie took me under his wing as an apprentice painter. He let me help him on several jobs when I was unemployed and taught me a lot about the painting business. It was a very fun experience and I enjoyed it very much since I got to spend quality time with my bro.
Yesterday we reunited as a team and we worked wonderfully together. Charlie is so adept at cutting he doesn't even need to tape anymore so that cuts out so much prep time. While he cut the room I rolled after him and tore through Kim's house in record time. Then Kim fed us two meals and tipped us which of course I tried to give back but she insisted. She is way too generous for something I figured I would do out of sisterly love. Now I feel like a cheapo for only getting pizza for those that helped us move to Smithtown.
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Fight Club
Day: One Hundred and Sixty
Photo taken on Saturday, January 8, 2011 in the TDM living room at 820pm during the Colts vs. Jets game. (Charlie and I are duking it out while Moma and Dad are cheering in the background. Kim was back there too but left when I had to take it for the third time since the lighting is rough on my camera and she didn't have the patience to participate anymore. Dad also cursed once as well.)
As you all know, I'm not the biggest football fan but I fancy Peyton Manning. Charlie likes to root for the underdog that constantly breaks your heart therefore he is partial to the Jets. Tonight we are going head to head and it is so hard to keep a mean face on when Charlie is trying to intimidate me by grunting as I wait for the camera to flash.
As you all know, I'm not the biggest football fan but I fancy Peyton Manning. Charlie likes to root for the underdog that constantly breaks your heart therefore he is partial to the Jets. Tonight we are going head to head and it is so hard to keep a mean face on when Charlie is trying to intimidate me by grunting as I wait for the camera to flash.
Friday, January 7, 2011
Anbu
Day: One Hundred and Fifty Nine
Photo taken on Friday, January 7, 2011 at Yamato in Midlothian, VA at 749pm. (Pictured after my huge face is Charlie, Dad, Preston-bozu, Kim, and Moma)
This is my favorite restaurant and it happens to be a Japanese hibachi with the most generous portions you have ever seen. I always order the same thing (New York roll, Hiyashi, and a tall Kirin Ichiban) though today I skip the beer since I decided this time my 25k training will be alcohol free.
Yamato happens to be one of the first restaurants we try when my parents, Kim, and Preston move down here in September 2008. Instantly we make a spiritual connection, though I tend to call it with the enunciation on the wrong syllable. When the US finally airs the dubbed version of Naruto Shippuden (I also mispronounced that last word too) I learn how to correctly pronounce Yamato and I make sure to tell my family. But they have already decided to call it Ya-MO-to. Where they got this second "O" is beyond me but they refuse to call it anything but Yamoto no matter how many times I correct them.
So when Steve finds this game during the holiday season, he HAD to get it:
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Breakies
Day: One Hundred and Fifty Eight
Photo taken on Thursday, January 6, 2011 at the front desk of the Surge at 1253pm.
The New Year brought with it a sign out-and-in sheet. Whenever we leave the building, whether for lunch or a break or to sneeze, you have to write your name, time out, and why. Then when you come back, obviously you sign back in again, and we're doing this because some people disappear and no one knows when they are returning. But the whole point of a sheet like this is to actually use it because I highly doubt only one person left the building from my lunch break yesterday to today's lunch break. I know for a fact that Bossdad walked out without using the sheet because I caught him and pointed to it and he just kept moving like he didn't hear me (he did).
But of course I need to make a mockery out of the sheet. If you ask me for a reason for me going on my unpaid break, then you're going to get a non-serious answer. I spend yesterday's entire break thinking up different reasons I would have to leave the building and still be feasible to get accomplished in a half an hour. I'm thinking "jetting off to Vegas" might be a good possibility for next time.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Liquid Warmth
Day: One Hundred and Fifty Seven
Photo taken on Wednesday, January 5, 2011 in Bossdad's office at 846am.
It is an icebox in my office this morning so when Bossdad calls from Starbuckles to ask if I want a peppermint hot chocolate, I chatter a "yes" into the phone before he even finishes the question.
It is an icebox in my office this morning so when Bossdad calls from Starbuckles to ask if I want a peppermint hot chocolate, I chatter a "yes" into the phone before he even finishes the question.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
New York State of Mind
Day: One Hundred and Fifty Six
Photo taken on Tuesday, January 4, 2011 in Central Park at 1241pm.
I do not get the hype of the reservoir, especially in the winter when the trees are bare and none of the flowers are in bloom. To me it looks kind of depressing. Normally I do not walk up by New York City's Atlantic Ocean but the snow has made it impossible to walk on the outside track. So now I have to suffer through the tourists in order to get in my lunch walk.
It is almost as bad as Time's Square up here. Everyone is taking pictures of themselves by the desolate trees and skimpy riverbank. They "ooh" and "aah" over the ducks in their home language and then turn around and walk the wrong way around the track. This infuriates me because no matter what language you speak, we all speak the language of arrows. There are several signs posted along the path showing you to go counterclockwise. It's pretty simple. 9 times out of 10 the person walking towards you isn't from here. The other 1 out of 10 is just a bunch of rich high schoolers that are rebelling. Both groups do not bother getting out of your way either and instead I have to step off the path to let them by and then they think this means I'm volunteering to take their picture for them. If I had a nickel for every time this happens, I wouldn't be working at the Surge anymore.
Photo taken on Tuesday, January 4, 2011 in Central Park at 1241pm.
I do not get the hype of the reservoir, especially in the winter when the trees are bare and none of the flowers are in bloom. To me it looks kind of depressing. Normally I do not walk up by New York City's Atlantic Ocean but the snow has made it impossible to walk on the outside track. So now I have to suffer through the tourists in order to get in my lunch walk.
It is almost as bad as Time's Square up here. Everyone is taking pictures of themselves by the desolate trees and skimpy riverbank. They "ooh" and "aah" over the ducks in their home language and then turn around and walk the wrong way around the track. This infuriates me because no matter what language you speak, we all speak the language of arrows. There are several signs posted along the path showing you to go counterclockwise. It's pretty simple. 9 times out of 10 the person walking towards you isn't from here. The other 1 out of 10 is just a bunch of rich high schoolers that are rebelling. Both groups do not bother getting out of your way either and instead I have to step off the path to let them by and then they think this means I'm volunteering to take their picture for them. If I had a nickel for every time this happens, I wouldn't be working at the Surge anymore.
Monday, January 3, 2011
I think I can, I think I can.
Day: One Hundred and Fifty Five
Photo taken on Monday, January 3, 2011 in our bedroom at 803pm.
The first time I am introduced to TRX it is at one of my mom's personal training sessions with Mary. Both are totally cool with letting me drop in to try this exceptional workout tool. I immediately fall in love with it when we begin the core exercises because it takes something simple like a plank and turns it into a circus act. The hammie pull-ins hurt like hell but I love how deep I can get into a squat. And then it's the triceps turn...
In the picture I just quickly pretend to struggle with the horrible exercise but really I'm not attempting it yet and the TRX is not even set up at the moment but I had to pose this for Moma. She totally kicks my butt at this one! As we are banging out a set of 15 in the session, Moma is doing it double time compared to me and I can't even straighten my arms! They are literally shaking so bad I can't even complete a full rep. I couldn't wait for the exercise to end and for the rest of my visit I imitate myself trying to push back by holding my breath while shaking my arms and it sends Moma into a laughing fit.
One of my Christmas gifts this year is my very own set of TRX bands! I absolutely love them and look forward to perfecting that damn side plank. Thank you very much for this gift, Moma! It is definitely going to get a lot of use during my ninja training! ^_\
The first time I am introduced to TRX it is at one of my mom's personal training sessions with Mary. Both are totally cool with letting me drop in to try this exceptional workout tool. I immediately fall in love with it when we begin the core exercises because it takes something simple like a plank and turns it into a circus act. The hammie pull-ins hurt like hell but I love how deep I can get into a squat. And then it's the triceps turn...
In the picture I just quickly pretend to struggle with the horrible exercise but really I'm not attempting it yet and the TRX is not even set up at the moment but I had to pose this for Moma. She totally kicks my butt at this one! As we are banging out a set of 15 in the session, Moma is doing it double time compared to me and I can't even straighten my arms! They are literally shaking so bad I can't even complete a full rep. I couldn't wait for the exercise to end and for the rest of my visit I imitate myself trying to push back by holding my breath while shaking my arms and it sends Moma into a laughing fit.
One of my Christmas gifts this year is my very own set of TRX bands! I absolutely love them and look forward to perfecting that damn side plank. Thank you very much for this gift, Moma! It is definitely going to get a lot of use during my ninja training! ^_\
Sunday, January 2, 2011
I Scream
Day: One Hundred and Fifty Four
Photo taken on Saturday, January 2, 2011 in the Smithtown Friendly's at 329pm.
This picture might look familiar...but this time, Michelle is here to stay! Here's our first Friendly's trip of 2011 and I can guarantee there will be many more this year.
Hopefully we can get our writing group off the ground this month. If anyone is interested in joining up with us that would be awesome! I'm thinking we'll meet once or twice a month at a Starbucks or someone's digs and just read and exchange stories we're all having trouble finishing. Maybe in the new year we can all help each other become the writers we know we have the talent to be!
Photo taken on Saturday, January 2, 2011 in the Smithtown Friendly's at 329pm.
This picture might look familiar...but this time, Michelle is here to stay! Here's our first Friendly's trip of 2011 and I can guarantee there will be many more this year.
Hopefully we can get our writing group off the ground this month. If anyone is interested in joining up with us that would be awesome! I'm thinking we'll meet once or twice a month at a Starbucks or someone's digs and just read and exchange stories we're all having trouble finishing. Maybe in the new year we can all help each other become the writers we know we have the talent to be!
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Get in the Game
Day: One Hundred and Fifty Three
Photo taken on Friday, January 1, 2011 in the living room at 641pm.
I have finally found the time to play EA Sports Active More Workouts which Steve bought me last Christmas. That's right. It has taken me over a year to play this game. I definitely like it even though I can't make my person a little bit curvier like I could in the last game. It has some different workouts but so far nothing is as excruciating as that damn rollerblading board on the first release.
I love interactive video games, especially these "get fit" ones because it doesn't feel like working out at all, more like just a fun way to pretend to actually do something without having to actually do something. It's perfect for rainy/snowy days or when a bunch of people come over and you want to challenge each other to a bowling match without having to put on someone else's stinky shoes. Sure there are some hard exercises (like when I had to do 100 jackknives in a row or 20 "leg ups" after doing a run outside) but it's mostly just about being a kid again.
Though Steve likes when I play these games because more often than not, the motion detector doesn't read me and he laughs as I shout at the TV while angrily flailing the controller about.
I have finally found the time to play EA Sports Active More Workouts which Steve bought me last Christmas. That's right. It has taken me over a year to play this game. I definitely like it even though I can't make my person a little bit curvier like I could in the last game. It has some different workouts but so far nothing is as excruciating as that damn rollerblading board on the first release.
I love interactive video games, especially these "get fit" ones because it doesn't feel like working out at all, more like just a fun way to pretend to actually do something without having to actually do something. It's perfect for rainy/snowy days or when a bunch of people come over and you want to challenge each other to a bowling match without having to put on someone else's stinky shoes. Sure there are some hard exercises (like when I had to do 100 jackknives in a row or 20 "leg ups" after doing a run outside) but it's mostly just about being a kid again.
Though Steve likes when I play these games because more often than not, the motion detector doesn't read me and he laughs as I shout at the TV while angrily flailing the controller about.
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