Saturday, February 2, 2002
I really think that if you need to pay someone to help you pick a freaking meal, you have lots of deeper problems.
06:48 PM EDT
Which John Cusack Are You?
12:50 PM EDT
Michael Moore writes a scathing letter to Dubya regarding the Enron debacle. (via Boing Boing)
12:31 PM EDT
Friday, February 1, 2002
My legally oriented brain cannot figure out how on earth this attempt to trademark "Let's Roll" could possibly be accepted by the Patent and Trademark Office. However, after doing a search and finding this entry, it appears that Mrs. Beamer has in fact submitted a live application. She also seems to have hired a highly experienced intellectual property attorney from one of Philadelphia's most prominent firms to represent her.
What's even more troubling to me is how many other applications have been filed (including one for car mud flaps), many of which seem to be attempts to capitalize on the events of 9/11.
11:39 PM EDT
I just got home from my little DC junket, and the most recent thought to cross my mind is to wonder how the guys who drive for every car service I've ever used get their jobs in the first place, because not a single one of them seems to know how to get anywhere. Anywhere at all. And I don't live in the boonies.
Anyway. The trip was fun. I highly recommend the Swissotel at the Watergate, if ever you have the opportunity to stay there. The staff was wonderfully efficient and professional, the rooms are huge (especially the bathrooms), and they have great pillows. Seriously. Plus a CD player by the bed, and big, fluffy robes and an umbrella in the closet. They think of everything.
The incomparably fabulous Julen was kind enough to meet me for dinner in Clarendon (my old law-school stomping grounds), where we enjoyed a nice, garlicky meal at The Havana Cafe, after which I jumped back on the Metro, which I miss more than I ever thought I could.
Damn, there were a lot of commas in that sentence.
Anyway, I digress. As I came out of the Metro entrance at Foggy Bottom, I was hit upside the head with the bitchslap of melancholy.
I don't know whether I've ever explained this before.
I went to law school at GW. I planned on staying in the DC area after graduation, as my longterm boyfriend (later, briefly, my fiance) was there, and because I thought that it would be much easier to get a job in that area because of my law school affiliation.
Then, three months before graduation, my dad had his stroke, and everything changed. I graduated from law school on Sunday, packed up my apartment, and moved back to PA on Monday.
I didn't know then that it would be for good. Michael and I broke up, I got a job, met Dave, and the rest is history.
I just failed to realize how much I would miss DC. I don't think about it a lot, but being right in the neighborhood, seeing the buildings I used to walk past every day, I became aware that I never grieved for leaving the city.
I don't think I'd want to move back there now; I like my life here, and I'm happy...but a little piece of me was sad last night, wondering what might have been.
09:59 PM EDT
Thursday, January 31, 2002
I'm off to the train station to catch the Acela Express to DC for my conference. I haven't taken the train in a long time, and I miss it -- when I was in college and law school, I took the train home to Philadelphia all the time, and always loved it. Hopefully, this conference will be interesting and worthwhile.
07:44 AM EDT
Wednesday, January 30, 2002
Moral of the story: Do NOT mess with eBay buyers. There is little less pretty than a buyer scorned.
04:28 PM EDT
Well, come on, I'd be upset too if someone took my Food Channel away.
03:50 PM EDT
One lucky guy. Of course, I'm sure that some people will say that he deserved it, since he's a lawyer and all.
03:44 PM EDT
03:23 PM EDT
So. Freaking. Busy.
At least my ad review meeting broke up early. I'm off to DC tomorrow morning for a two-day seminar on off-label pharmaceutical promotion. Woo! Tonight's home improvement plans include grocery shopping, mopping the kitchen and bathroom floors, and getting all of my clothes and shoes into the appropriate places. It's more daunting than you might think.
02:28 PM EDT
Tuesday, January 29, 2002
For the love of GOD, Mr. President, it's "nu-cle-ar," not "nu-cu-lar."
That is all.
09:51 PM EDT
I'm sure that this put a big damper on the impending wedding festivities.
11:03 AM EDT
The house is finally starting to achieve something approaching normalcy. I organized the pantry last night, broke down all of the empty boxes, and finished the bathroom, although I still need to mop the floor in there. We put the mirror up over the dresser last night, and moved some things around in the living room so that the TV is on the right stand and in the correct place. We still can't find the remote for the TV or the Tivo, but that will come, I'm sure.
Tonight: the last trip over to the old place. I need to take out all of the trash, and pick up the last batch of clothes, the phone, and the two lamps that are left over there. Then we're done. Woo!
09:29 AM EDT
Monday, January 28, 2002
It appears that I am the first lucky recipient of the "My Party" virus here at PharmaCo. Since Dave has trained me well, I didn't open the attachment, and thus no havoc has been wreaked on my behalf. I'm willing to bet a large sum of money that others in this organization will, in fact, double click on the attachment, and our network will once again be brought to its knees.
02:31 PM EDT
Dave wants to build one of these in his basement man-cave.
12:47 PM EDT
Bad judge. No biscuit.
How did this guy think that he was going to get away with this bribe?
12:45 PM EDT
How do I hate John Ashcroft? Let me count the ways.
12:45 PM EDT
Did everyone but me know that ice carving has become an Olympic sport?
10:31 AM EDT
Well. That was certainly refreshing.
I'm planning to die in this house because I don't intend on EVER moving again.
09:23 AM EDT
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