God, How Lame am I?

So, I was watching the end of the World Series (yay, Red Sox) at a local bar. Turned away for a second and back again, and Fox is just cutting away from a shot of Jimmy Fallon making out with some blond girl. And my heart just drops. Not because I'm obsessed with Jimmy Fallon (he's cute, but I'm not that lame, really), but because this kiss seemed so impassioned. And, from what it looked like in that quick shot, Mr. Fallon was just so in love with that mystery girl that he was willing to shove his tongue in her mouth for all the world to see.

Turns out he was just shooting a movie scene with one Ms. Drew Barrymore. So much for the ballsy PDA of two love-struck Red Sox fans. I feel dumb now.

Home Again. Feh.

Back from the NJ/NY trip. Dagnabit, that was fun.

I wish there were really amazing stories to relate, but it all kind of blends into one big, wonderful, busy weekend. I didn't go to any amazing clubs; I went to dive bars. I didn't run into any famous people. Didn't make out with anyone, though one of my friends did make a rather large announcement that I was available for such activities while we were at a bar in Hoboken.

We went to the Met, ate at some amazing restaurants in Greenwich Village, blah blah blah. Suffice to say that I adore the friends that I was staying with. We talked, laughed hysterically a lot. And I totally reneg my former impressions of Jersey. Two thumbs up. Even the airport wasn't that bad.

Hmm. So in the interest of having a revelation or something even slightly interesting in here, I suppose I'll end this post with the confession that I'm starting to notice guys again, and all over the place at that. Nothing too big, but I'll see a cute smile and my heart will start kicking around my ribcage. It's exciting and scary and sad -- time to start moving on, I suppose. New-found knowledge: being the Dumpee (as opposed to the Dumped), does not necessarily make things easier to walk away from. I still wish that things had worked out between me and the ex, and know that I will always love him, even if our relationship sucked ass. So from now on, I choose to believe that my Mr. Brokemyheart from years ago was tortured by the process of it all, at least for a little while. Yes.

Jon Stewart, My Hero

From his appearance on Crossfire:

CARLSON: Right. But of the nine guys running, who do you think was best. Do you think he was the best, the most impressive?
STEWART: The most impressive?
CARLSON: Yes.
STEWART: I thought Al Sharpton was very impressive. (LAUGHTER)
STEWART: I enjoyed his way of speaking. I think, oftentimes, the person that knows they can't win is allowed to speak the most freely, because, otherwise, shows with titles, such as CROSSFIRE.
BEGALA: CROSSFIRE.
STEWART: Or "HARDBALL" or "I'm Going to Kick Your Ass" or...(LAUGHTER)
STEWART: Will jump on it. In many ways, it's funny. And I made a special effort to come on the show today, because I have privately, amongst my friends and also in occasional newspapers and television shows, mentioned this show as being bad. (LAUGHTER)
BEGALA: We have noticed.
STEWART: And I wanted to -- I felt that that wasn't fair and I should come here and tell you that I don't -- it's not so much that it's bad, as it's hurting America. (LAUGHTER)
CARLSON: But in its defense...(CROSSTALK)
STEWART: So I wanted to come here today and say... (CROSSTALK) STEWART: Here's just what I wanted to tell you guys.
CARLSON: Yes.
STEWART: Stop. (LAUGHTER)
STEWART: Stop, stop, stop, stop hurting America.

Bwaaaha ha!

Big ol' shout out to myliarsclub.blogspot.com, who I shamelessly stole this from:

Go to google.com, type in "weapons of mass destruction" and click "I'm Feeling Lucky". Someone at Google (or someone with way more hacking knowledge than I will EVER possess) has a fantastic sense of humor. Or humour, I should say. It links to a British webpage.

No, I'm working. Seriously.

New Jersey, Take Me Away!

I leave on Thursday to go visit friends in New Jersey. Yes, willingly. We'll spend most of the weekend in Manhattan and Brooklyn, but we could spend it in their bathroom for all I care. I salivate at the thought of getting on a plane and leaving this town behind for a long weekend. And these friends of mine, oh, they are so lovely. Though it will be weird -- they were the ex's and my Official Couple Friends -- they make me laugh more than anyone else on the planet. You know that magical chemistry that you only get with certain people where you can play off of one another so beautifully that everything is SO FUCKING HILARIOUS? Yep, they're mine.

Tonight, a few more hours working late, then home to bed.

Weird weird weird.

So, this guy just randomly sticks his head in my office and asks if he can put something up on the office lobby bulletin board. He looks like a living Ken doll -- not in a good-looking way, but in a creepy, plastic-y way. Maybe 35, exact Ken haircut, gleaming white teeth. Snapping spearmint gum. And I look at what he wants to put up. It says something like:

"Free! Bumper Stickers to remind all of Us to Sow the Love that is Given". And the bumper stickers, sure enough, read along the lines of, "Sow Me the Love". Okay. Um. That's cool, I guess.

I'm tempted to check out the website on the stickers, but it's probably some weird cult thing. No regular I Just Love Everyone Guy has teeth that straight.

Yeeee!

Saturdays are the best. Early October Saturdays are even better.

Tonight I'm gonna go watch a friend's band play and maybe flirt with a boy or two. Still not feeling up for dating yet, but there's nothing like the electricity of a smile to make you feel yummy. Unless said yummy boy is an architect. Then hey, let's go get a coffee together.

I don't know why I'm so into the idea of architects lately. It just sounds like such a rad thing to do. Art and math and science and maybe ecology and dreaming up people's dream homes for them. So Mike Brady. Minus the kids, of course. And the turtlenecks. Well, maybe keep the turtlenecks. They're kind of hot.