Author: maggeh

Hey, Thanks

Evan has taken a lot of shit over the years for keeping Blogger alive on his own after the original Pyras had, quite reasonably, given up hope. In fact, he’s still taking some shit from people who really should have risen above by now. I’d just like to take this opportunity to say thanks, Ev. You done good. No matter how nasty things got, you were right to keep going. I owe a lot to Blogger, and I’m glad you didn’t let it die. Here’s to regular paychecks, paid vacation, and all the bandwidth your little heart desires. Wishing you and yours a long and healthy corporate life in your new partnership with Google.

Consistency

On Saturday we went out for breakfast. The cafe we chose is owned by a cordial Asian family. The menus say EDDIE’S SOUL FOOD above a set of dancing penguins wearing bow ties. The red beans and rice are good.

When I Was Your Age

Every year, someone sends me the list of stuff that this year’s incoming high school freshmen won’t remember. I know it’s supposed to make me feel old, but usually it just makes me feel sorry for them. This year’s sigh-inducing items:

  • Roller skating has always meant inline for them.
  • They don’t have a clue how to use a typewriter.
  • Jay Leno has always been on the Tonight Show.
  • Popcorn has always been cooked in the microwave.

Oh Yeah

Hey, Amit. This is what you wrote that I thought was funny:

I think that if you post a story on your blog, you should no longer be allowed to tell it at parties where people who read your site might be present.

Time on Your Hands

Someone didn’t clean up after their dog. Someone else took a very small piece of paper, glued it to a toothpick, and inserted it into the mess. The mini picket sign reads, Step in me!
Everyone has their hobbies.

Prince Albert in a Can

L: I used to work for this company called Emerging Growth Management.

Me: What?

L: It was a financial company.

Me: Oh.

L: All my friends would call and say, “Hi, I have an emerging growth. Can you manage it?”

Me: That’s hilarious.

L: It is pretty funny.

Me: Less so after the 134th time.

L: Yeah.

B: All my friends used to work in theater, and whenever one of them got a booking gig, we’d call up to harass them. (thick New York accent) “Hi. This is Javier Abramowitz. I got an act with two cockatiels and some twine. You book that kinda thing?”

elsewhere

Just wrote a film review for Gerry, an independent flick that you’ll either love or hate. I’m in the former camp.

Also, I’ll be interviewed tomorrow morning on KFOG (97.7 FM if you’re in the Bay Area). I’m showing up at the station at 7 a.m., who knows when you’ll actually be able to hear me. I promise to sound more like Mickey Mouse than anyone expected.

Overheard

I seen you on this bus before. What’s your name?

Alicia.

What sign are you, Alicia?

I’m a Capricorn. I don’t know much about it, but Capricorn is supposed to be compatible with Aries. My fiance’s a Aries.

Oh yeah?

Oh yeah. I don’t get along with no Virgos. I don’t like them Virgos at all.

Really.

Yeah, my ex-husband’s a Virgo, and he cheated on me.

My ex-wife’s a Virgo, and she cheated on me too!

Really?

Sure ‘nough.

Ha! Can’t trust them Virgos. My fiance’s a Aries. He keeps his hands to himself.