shallow thoughts by csolly: July 2002

I crossed paths with a very interesting person the other day. I was volunteering at the Blood Center. This man was in his late 60s, I'd guess, and was wearing a yarmulke. I asked him if he'd like apple or orange juice. Several other Jewish donors had made me show them the cartons of juice to see for themselves that it was kosher, so I expected a little pickiness. "Oh whatever," he answered. We had "Friends" on the TV, and no one else was there at the time, so we asked if he wanted to watch something else. He said, "Oh, this is fine." So far, he was the most laid-back man to come through the Center that day. We were chit-chatting -- about television -- and he asked, "Do you know what the best show on TV is?" I asked, What? "Sex and the City," he said. He and his wife never miss it, the funniest show on TV, he said. I liked that guy.

You may recall that I have a refrigerator in my living room. (Notice, that was on June 24th!) It was still there last week, so I wrote a very polite note to my landlord asking if they could help in any capacity to get that icebox out of my precious little space. <mugatu>Get out of my building, like now!</mugatu> Anyway, the new fridge has now been installed, and last night I cleaned out the living room appliance. Hopefully it will be carted out today. What a pain in the ass, huh? This is exactly why it wasn't fixed right when it broke in the first place. Such a hassle. But now it's done. :)

Me: This just occurred to me, but, I was wondering, do you think there might be a protest at our investors' conference on Thursday, also considering the Philadelphia contract is being signed tomorrow? Boss: Yes, we did think of that. We've hired extra security. Plainclothes. You can go ask Donna to see if she's called the police to check if there's been a permit for a protest issued. Me: ... I can't believe we're thinking about this. Boss: Well, we work for this company.

Goodness gracious, I'm causing nightmares! Bloody ones.

I'm reconsidering the kitten ... hmmm ... what to do, what to do? ...

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If you don't know, I have a cat. His name is Ozzie. An old boss of mine had a baby with his wife, and they needed to get rid of their cats. I wished him well in finding homes for them, but he seemed keen on convincing me to take one home. Ozzie in particular, because he's so sweet, and the other cat was a b*tch. I said, No thanks. Then he brought over to my desk a picture of his pretty striped face, huge green eyes, pink nose. I brought home the cat that night. Now, a kitten-peddling friend has been trying to get me (and everyone else she knows) to take home a kitten. I've said, No thanks. Then she posted pictures (see right). This is the pretty baby she thinks should go home with me. I think I may have just lost another battle against my weakness for cute, furry things. [sigh] ... heh, yeay! I'm getting a kitten!

More fun with instant messaging. This really cracked me up. (Thank you Brian for the link.)

The last two years, I have kicked ass on my New Year's Resolutions. Last year, I resolved to do at least one brand new thing every month, something I had never done before. (You can read about it here. I didn't keep up the diary all year, but I assure you, I kept in the groove of doing new things.) And, today, July 24, 2002, I have completed this year's resolution, which was to:

get myself to the doctor, as I hadn't had a physical in about 4 years (mission accomplished: Jan. 18)
get myself to the dentist, as I hadn't had a cleaning in about 2 years (mission accomplished: Jan. 30)
get new glasses, as mine had been scratched and broken for far too long (mission accomplished: today)

Go me.

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What a pisser. To preface, I had a lovely evening tonight. Went out with some work people for a few drinks, then met up with friends for some more drinks. Good times. I just got home a little while ago. I got to my front door, kitty mewing on the other side, and it wouldn't open. I thought I might be drunk and mixed up the locks, but they were both unlocked. After a lot of staring at the door and pushing on the bottom five feet of it, I still couldn't get it open. The idea of sleeping in the hall was not appealing, so I woke up the Super. He got up, opened the door without too much trouble and went back to bed. I walked in and noticed that there are plaster chunks and dust all over the floors and every other surface in the apartment -- even this very keyboard I am typing on. A leak in my ceiling -- which I have been begging the Super to fix for a month -- has finally been fixed. Well, I guess this is what he calls fixed, but it doesn't look very good to me. And he's left me with a giant mess in here to clean up. I'm not sure how to feel about this. The ceiling is fixed, but he left a mess, but he got up at 1am to get me into my apartment which I tipped him for before I walked inside. I'm not pleased and don't know whether to clean this all up now or tomorrow. I think I'm going to clean it now ... it's really gross ... I'm trying not to be mad. I don't want to be mad. Getting mad won't get the apartment clean. I should get offline. I'm going to be up late tonight no matter what, might as well not delay it anymore ... [sigh]

Our fans are calling. (See Justin.) LilNaughtyGrl*: i've got like four of those little dolls of justin you used. Every one i got his head fell off See Solly: hahaha - this dude's head hasn't fallen off yet See Solly: and we've taken him everywhere See Solly: we should write another story LilNaughtyGrl: yep maybe one about his head falling off Justin4eva*: that couple really scared me See Solly: couple? Justin4eva: Brit and JJ See Solly: oh Justin4eva: Britney and Justin Justin4eva: i was on the internet once and there was a pic off her taking her shirt off ina car with him next to her in it and he was kissing her neck and she was completely topless i mean if you are that comfortble with stuff like that then they sould really get help iknow the probably had no clue people were watching but i mean come on get a room See Solly: ha See Solly: i'm sure it wasn't real Justin4eva: no i was real Justin4eva: it See Solly: ok NSYNCster*: hey do you have any of the other dolls / See Solly: nope, just that one. my friend gave it to me as a gag present one year for my birthday NSYNCster: well cause i was thinking if you had like lance or one of them justincould be like sexualy attracted to him and the story could be about justin tring to prove his love for that one you had and then it turns out that one was gay to aand had a secret crush on another member and that breaks justin 's heart i thought of that cause i have three of the dolls NSYNCster: my bf thought that was funny See Solly: hahaha NSYNCster: see i am a writter TimberlakeStar*: justin cheating on britney that's juat what he needed to do TimberlakeStar: because i really do think she cheated on him TimberlakeStar: she needs to get a lock on those under wear See Solly: ha - how do you know? do you know them? TimberlakeStar: sorta See Solly: sorta? Timberlakestar: well my cousins boss was justin's aunt Imasadsadlittlegirl*: see there is a drugs store like right down the street from me and they sell those dolls for 2 dollars and my dad buys them for me See Solly: haha Imasadsadlittlegirl: Shows how much nsync is worth to ppl Something to break up the day, anyway. :P * Names have been changed to protect the illiterate.

Todd Levin cracks me up. More for the "if you're bored and want something funny to read" category: Tremble.com. Does that make me gay? is hilarious, as is every nook and cranny of this site. I could read this all day ...

One year ago, today, I was spending my first day as a laid-off dot-commer. I was practically inconsolable because I had just lost the best job I had ever had. (And even today, it was still the best job I have ever had.) I am very proud to say, though, that one year later, I am in a very happy place. Every day, I wake up with a smile on my face because I'm so pleased with the direction my life is going -- even though I'm not sure what my final destination will be -- but the view along the way is breath-taking. I was thinking, on my way in to work, how much happier almost everyone I know is today as compared to a year ago, despite the very rough patches inbetween. Is this true? Are you happier today than you were on July 11, 2001? I hope you are.

I got a library card today. :) The guy behind the counter who was processing the applications looked like his head was about to explode. Everyone who came up to the counter bothered him and got him stressed. I tried my best not to -- I like to go easy on people who are in customer service -- but even I made him huff and puff a little bit. That man needs to relax. Getting this card has gotten me very excited. I've been wanting to read more -- and I am -- and now it'll be so easy. Of course it's easy; I should have gotten the card a long time ago. But now I have it and am free to borrow as I please. Hooray. Some friends and I are starting a book club, so as soon as we choose our first book (which is not turning out to be as painful a process as it could have been), I'm gonna shoot on over to the NYPL.

If you're looking for something funny to read, please check out Swipe Magazine. Themedog and Scantman have been cracking me up for a few weeks now, and I thought I would share the love. In their own words, "Scantman and Themedog met 20 years ago. They leave behind a pile of burned bridges, shattered lives, and the great taste of cigarettes -- in a soft drink!" Check 'em out.

Hey, BU kids! Big news! Westling Resigns. You have to register to read this story on the Free Press site and I know a bunch of you are lazy, so here's some of it for you (*sniff*, from two reporters I've never heard of there ... I'm getting old ...) WESTLING RESIGNS By Dave D'Onofrio and Bill Yelenak Jon Westling stepped down Tuesday as president of Boston University and will be replaced on an interim basis by Chancellor John Silber, the University announced. Citing the University's need for a president who can make a long-term commitment to BU's strategic plan, and his own desires of returning to the classroom, Westling's resignation is effective immediately and he will take a one-year sabbatical before returning to the University next year as a professor. Geck, Silber is worse than Westling. They better pick someone else - fast. And Westling's gonna be a prof? I don't think I'd wanna be one of his students.

"Is it just me, or have you noticed a lot of pregnant women around the city lately?" "No, it's not just you! I've noticed it too." "I wasn't sure because I have a friend who's pregnant, so I thought that's why I was noticing it." "I read an article about an increase in pregnancies, so I thought that's why I was noticing it." People, the 9/11 baby boom is real. :)

I think I know why I've been waking up feeling so funky the last few days ... it's going to bed reading The Fountainhead! Reading about what those people are doing to one another. It's what I think makes the book a fascinating, mind-bending read so far (I'm really liking it), but these people are messed up and doing horrible things to one another -- things that I could never even have concieved of. So, now, I like the uneasiness -- getting shaken up by a book is a great thing.

I don't care much about the quiz, but it's a pretty picture ...

To quote John Cusack in Grosse Pointe Blank, "I'm feeling uneasy, man." I hate waking up feeling uneasy. Because I can almost never pin down why I feel this way. Eleanor suggested once that it might be because I had a bad dream and now I can't think of it, but I'm left with the tense feeling it gave me. I think that's probably right, but it still doesn't cure me of my edginess. What a crummy way to start a Monday ...

How was your 4th of July? Mine was great. Orchid invited me to a party at her friend's apartment, a Union Square high-rise with a deck five times the size of my own apartment. People were great, food was great, fireworks were great. 'Twas a blast. Unfortunately, on the way home, a man in front of my building decided to declare independence from his pants and jerked off in front of me. It actually wasn't funny and was quite scary. I ran inside and called 911. Ick. Today, I was supposed to be going to the Jersey shore with my paranoid friend. She is visiting the metro area from Boston, and even though she's 23 years old, she's been grounded by her father and has had the car keys taken away. (Note to Paranoid: Avoid calling your father an asshole next time you two get into a fight.) So, no beach. Since my plans have fallen though, I'm going to have to make my own fun today. Most of my friends that I usually hang out with are out of town this weekend, so I'll be having a solo day of fun, actually. Today, the plan is to go see Insomnia and see where the day takes me ... Looking forward to it. Have a great day!

I love Peter Sellers.

I just watched Being There last night and really, really liked it. I can see why it was nominated for so many awards (though I didn't until the final few seconds of the movie, which really topped it all off). Roger Ebert's review says it all much better than I can, and I agree with his praise and criticisms of the movie. Must rent more Peter Sellers ...

It's going to be 95° and over 62% humidity outside today. It's very comfortable here in my 78° apartment. Must I leave the house?

Cindy Adams may be on vacation, but Caryn Solly is on the case. More gossip from the Blood Center. (This was told to me by the head medic on duty, so take it how you want.) Supposedly, girl-next-door Julia Roberts came to the Center one day to donate, and when asked for ID, she refused. "Don't you know who I am?" she asked. When it was explained to her that it is policy to ask all donors for identification, Ms. Roberts stormed out without leaving a drop of blood behind.

Brian has found a new game. "You put your name plus the word 'is' into Google.com and you come up with fun interesting facts about yourself." Google Search: "Caryn is" Caryn is kissing all over Bobby! Caryn is an experienced athlete, exercise instructor, and a registered dietitian. Caryn is sharp, quick, and very modern. Caryn is alluring, charming, elegant and more all in a petite package. Caryn is a "people" person. Caryn is now confirmed for two television specials this fall on NBC. Caryn is a past president of the Farmville Christmas Show. Caryn is an astute and compassionate presenter, teacher, advocate, with a rich vast store of knowledge and an ability to convey that in meaningful ways. Caryn is hoping to breed her to our stallion, Elishah, in the next few weeks. Caryn is currently experimenting, creating a variety of ornaments, toys, stained glass works, and sculptures in her home. Caryn is definitely one of my all-time favorite figure skaters and it is always a pleasure to watch her skate. Caryn is finally bringing her fearless attitude into the WWF. Caryn is studying females and their calves. Caryn is a sucker for kitties. Caryn is followed around by a nutball journalist from one of the world's largest fashion magazines. Caryn is forced to admit Kyle isn't her son and turn to Matthew Caywood for help, the man she holds responsible for getting her sister pregnant and then pushing her into suicide, the man who just received a ransom demand of one million dollars for the safe return of a son he knew nothing about.

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