as if... don't ya know...
2004.05.29 1.39
Want to hear my take on the Real World Philadelphia strangers now that a month has passed? Click a link and check out my confessionals. If you haven't been keeping up to date with things then these may not make any sense. Whatever. Watch them anyway. I had a good time recreating the confessional booth from Real World San Diego with PhotoShop and my projector. All videos require Windows Media Player 9. Need it? Go get it.I've upgraded.
Event : Madonna Venue: Wachovia Center Date: 07/04/04 @ TBA Location: Section 2 Row 1 (yes, that's right, first f'ing row) Quantity: 2 Total: A LotNow all I need to do is sell my other tickets. Click here for Madonna Reinvention Tour concert tickets on Monday, July 5th, 2004 in Philadelphia, PA at the Wachovia Center. Section 2, Row 13, Seats 1 and 2. These are in the section dead center in front of the stage. You know you want them. Madonna is waiting for you.
on air
2004.05.24 20.38
Where was I? Last week I was invited to go on the radio with Real World San Diego cast member Robin. There's a user on TheRealWorldPhilly.com named Kannon who's been really following the drama closely. The bonus is that he also happens to be the 2 PM to 6 PM deejay on Wired 96.5 in Philadelphia. I had a bunch of other errands I had to run so I took a personal day off on Friday to get my radio time in. Click here to visit the station's web site. I had a great time and Robin was really nice.
Robin was in town to plug her appearance at Coyote Ugly which just so happens to be down the road from the RW Philly house -- and my place. I've been there a couple of times with a buddy of mine from work. I distinctly remember swearing that I would never step foot in there again because it sucked so bad. I guess I'm glad I didn't make a blood oath. We did have a pretty good time for the most part. Robin wore this super slinky little black blouse that completely left too much room for error. How much error? Put it this way, we saw her errors two whole times.
My other highlight of the day happened when I visited the UPS ''Customer Pickup'' location off East Oregon Avenue in a desperate attempt to gain freedom for my latest shipment of Myoplex Carb Sense protein drinks. The Head UPS Delivery Bozo™ had been trying to deliver my stuff after 5 PM all week -- which is so stupid because the condo office closes at 5 and I don't get home 'til at least 6. I got in. I wait in a line. I see people get mad. I see people storm off. It's my turn. I give my little ''We Missed You!'' b.s. piece of paper to the guy at the counter. He asks for my I.D. and glares at it. ''This don't match the shipping address.'' No sh*t, sherlock, I'm thinking. Rather than throw a Super Genius hissy fit, I smiled broadly and claimed that the package had shipped to my business address (which is technically not lying, technically). He nodded and obeyed my command, retrieving my box of muscle building manna. Still... I freakin' *hate* UPS. Tell your friends.
is this my water?
2004.05.20 7.36
Ran 3 miles on Monday. Good News: Decided Nine Inch Nails makes good running music. Bad News: Decided the headphones that came with my iPod suck. Good News: Friend at work recommended different headphones. Bad News: Sold out. Pumped iron on Tuesday. Good News: I can do 120 pounds on the abdominal press. Bad News: I shouldn't eat a big meal before I do 120 pounds on the abdominal press. On Wednesday I ran another 3 miles. Good News: I ran 3 miles again. Bad news: Remember what I said about not eating? Yeah. Same deal.I was mentioned in the paper yesterday. My ''Suggestions'' for dealing with the Real Worlders were directly quoted from http://TheRealWorldPhilly.com and I was happy to contribute. This is the third mention in the paper. I'm supposedly going to be on the radio here tomorrow with Robin from ''Real World: San Diego.'' Need to figure out a way to record that. Don't even ask how that happened. This has been a whirlwind, and it's only Week 3 of 16. I plan to film a Real World-style ''Confessional'' video and post it on the site. I'll have to do it after my trainer at the gym makes me lift heavy things tonight. My topic: ''How My Neighborhood is Affected By The Real World.'' Expect lots of sarcasm because, honestly, we aren't really affected at all. People are moaning about how our nights are totally crazy now. Puhleaze. Refer to my older blogs and you'll see lots of references to wacky incidents at night. One thing about those people who choose to wake me up at night? They can't run very fast when I'm throwing stuff at 'em.
breakin'
2004.05.15 14.12
I went to the orthopedist on Wednesday. Everyone has been raving about how great the clinic is and how their doctors work for the Flyers. I brought my x-rays and only had to wait 15 minutes after filling out my forms. I love how these forms are always asking about my marital status. There were a few other questions along these grounds, but I chose not to commit them to memory. My new orthopedist doc looked at my hand, bent a few fingers, and then gave me words of encouragement. He then taped my pinky to my ring finger with sports tape. Nice. They have to stay this way for four weeks because the ligament in my pinky was torn. My ring finger gets to stand in for aforementioned ligament while I heal. I've got some exercises to do with the hand and a follow-up appointment on June 9th. Good times. Here's one last obligatory gross-out photo of my finger while I was still waiting in the emergency room, along with the obligatory accompanying x-ray of aforementioned finger.
really
2004.05.13 18.29
Check out this article about what fun has been going on in my neighborhood. Other than that, things are less stressful now. I recently had to lock out unregistered users because someone thought it'd be funny to post a super stalker message. I'll be glad when this is all over and we can all sit down and watch the show. Oh, and before I forget: ''These aren't the droids you're looking for.''ssssssssssss
2004.05.11 18.24
I am super stressed and not sure why. Well, I do know that there have been a lot of weird things going on lately. My finger being dislocated is just one of them. Being in the newspaper twice is interesting. I find it odd that while I'm still here on "temporary contract assignment" that I've fit in rather well. It'll be three years on June 1st. I've been with The Company for seven years on May 15th. I suspect that the coffee I'm drinking in the morning needs to be completely decaf, not just half-caf. No reason to feed my disorder the caffeine that it thrives on. Let me share what's been up in the real world as of late.I've been running TheRealWorldPhilly.com for about two weeks now. I've been in the paper twice. Actually, another columnist wrote me today asking for an interview. It's a little weird. I'm just observing stuff that's outside the building. I did the same thing for Pat's and Geno's, but I sure didn't get the same amount of attention. The site is a completely unofficial fan site. There are many of them out there. I don't really want anything out of the investment of time I'm putting in. I just like that I'm able to share the experience with neighbors that I didn't know I had before. Once all of this is over we'll still have this site to meet with each other on. We'll be able to watch the show every week and, I'm sure, go over everything with a fine toothed comb. At the moment, however, we have only intermitted observations and a few photos here and there. We have absolutely no clue what drama, if any, is going on. The potential for spoilers is relatively low and most everything that's been posted has been purely speculation. I'm sure that they (the producers) or whoever was visiting the site were interested in actually having a conduit into what people were seeing -- and especially into what we are not seeing, since the element of surprise is totally key for a reality show.
look ma, I'm in the paper (again)
2004.05.06 7.29
The Philadelphia Inquirer did a little snippet on me and my new web site. I've acquired an amalgam of minor fame as a result of my combined web sites. Now, if I can only use the sympathy I'm getting for my formerly dislocated finger and my newfound celebrity, I should be able to get four, maybe five girlfriends out of this.
