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Wednesday, 30 May 2007
Listener Supported

It was a warm night in Central Florida after having a few in dorm cocktails and making my way over to my college auditorium that I fell in love. It was sometime in the mid 90's (96 or 97) and our small college had somehow convinced (paid a lot of our tuition to) Dave Matthews to perform for us on his acoustic tour with his pal Tim Reynolds. At that point in time, I had certainly heard "Ants Marching" - that DMB song that sends every non-fan running to fast forward and a couple of other songs from the band's first widely successful album, but I wasn't a huge fan. Still, though, it was a free concert and what kind of moron passes that up?

As we all settled into our seats in the small auditorium (did I mention that my school only had 1600 students?) I wasn't really ready for the experience that followed. Now, I know that there are a number of people who I would consider very musically knowledgeable, who cannot stand DMB and his brand of jam bands. However, to these people I say, seriously, see him in concert. It is a totally different experience. These two men onstage made two guitars sound like the huge band that Dave usually plays with and it was absolutely unbelievable. To see that kind of talent in such a small venue was amazing.

So, began my love affair with this band. I seem to go through cycles where I listen to them all the time and then months and months without even thinking about it. Sure, if you look over all of their studio albums, there are some I like (Under the Table and Dreaming, Crash, Everyday) better than others, (Busted Stuff, Before these Crowded Streets) but overall I always find songs that I seemingly forgot about and fall in love with all over again. I mean, I've always been very dedicated to "Say Goodbye" and "Stay" but then there's "Grey Street," "Jimi Thing," "Too Much," "Bartender," and "Typical Situation." This weekend thanks to a good jukebox, I guess you could say that I rekindled the affair. Thanks Dave.


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Tuesday, 29 May 2007
Mister Right!

Ladies - don't be jealous because you didn't receive this email. For reals.

Your intoxicatingly attractive picture and profile compelled me to write to you in the hopes of connecting with you in a deep way. If you are still waiting for “Mr. Right”, in the mean time, would you not want a few blissful magical nights of passionate love with a “Mr. Right Now” who will treat your pleasure above his own and satisfy  your every desire?

I am an executive from Northern California and will be in Arlington on a business trip on June 14 - 16.  Recently liberated from the confining shackles of a sexless marriage, I want to break out of the ordinary and try something bold and adventurous. I have a tremendous amount of pent up passion and affection that I want to share with you. I am multi-ethnic, educated, liberal, 39 years old (but feel like 25!) and with a great sense of humor. I am 6’ tall, 195 lbs, and athletic, with thick dark hair. I am a lively companion and a caring, affectionate lover. With me, you will have it YOUR way. Maybe there is something that you crave that makes you feel REALLY good. All you have to do is ask. Use me for your pleasure at your will.

I will be staying at the EDITED. I would love to wine and dine you, stimulate your mind and raise your spirits. And after dinner, we will have an exciting night of pure pleasure. Let me worship your body. Let me excite and tease you with deep kisses and sensual caresses. Let me satisfy and please you with loving oral and deep, long lasting and satisfying penetration.

This will be a truly memorable experience for us. Remember, “Nothing Venture, Nothing Gain” If you are interested in exploring this, please contact me at EDITED.


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Sunday, 27 May 2007
Fact or Fiction*

What do two pizzas, a sausage, an uncooked chicken breast and a stick of dynamite have in common? Nothing, unless you are making up a story in hopes of coaxing someone into vomiting. Although admittedly, I don't think we knew what we were getting into and if you keep reading, I'm not quite sure you will either...

Two pizzas walk into a bar and sit down on either side of an uncooked chicken breast wearing a pink bow. As they are chatting her up, the bartender (an Italian sausage) comes over to take their order. After much hemming and hawing from the chick, she agrees to let them buy her a drink. As the bartender goes to the other end of the bar to make their drinks, he notices another chicken breast has walked into the bar and is sitting in the booth in the corner. This chick was not wearing a bow, but was definitely watching the action at the bar. Bartender walks back over to the pizzas and the chick and delivers 3 buttery nipples. The chick decides she no longer wants her shot, so the anchovy pizza drinks two of them and promptly goes to the bathroom to vomit, as everyone knows that Bailey's and anchovies do not go together. Leaving meat lovers and the chick alone, the pizza goes to make his move when in walks the marlboro man in search of a light for his cigar. Wanting to appear as the biggest bad ass in the room, he immediately makes a beeline for the chick. Not to be outdone, the meat lovers pizza stands up to mark his territory. Anchovy has finally emerged from the bathroom only to find the second chick quietly replacing the marlboro man's cigar with a stick of dynamite, just before the bartender lights it. He grabs meatlovers and tries to leave the bar before things get more out of control, but instead ends up smashing into the other pizza and getting all their toppings mixed up and out of balance, thus rendering them unable to walk anywhere but in a circle.

As this is happening, the illegal immigrant taco (Benecio Del Taco) is trying to determine whether he should run out the back and save himself or save everyone by extinguishing the stick of dynamite. As he is about to make a choice, he hears his father's voice (played by Antacio Banderas)...save the chick save the world! He slides out of the kitchen in hopes that he will be able to get to the dynamite, but instead runs directly into the dyanmite and the chicken who is now cooked thanks to the dynamite fuse fire. Sean Connery walks in looking for a pop and decides he's hungry. He bites off the taco's head, barely missing the chicken which shoots out the back, but not missing the dynamite. His head explodes all over the bar, but his body is totally in tact. The chick (although cooked) is fine and gets up to leave the bar. The pizzas collect their respective toppings and follow her. The bartender grabs his rag and starts to clean up after his most recent patrons, all the while lamenting - just another day in the life of Jay's Elbow Room.

*No food items (or Sean Connery) were actually harmed in the making of this story

**Read another take on the story here: Original Me


Posted by Morgan at 3:02 PM EDT
Updated: Sunday, 27 May 2007 3:11 PM EDT
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Wednesday, 23 May 2007
Thank You

So, I wanted to take this opportunity to thank a friend of mine for being the awesome person that she is. I am pretty sure she'll never see this, but I had some things that needed to be said and really, where else can you be as self indulgent as an online diary?

Today is one of my best friend's last day at my office. I've known her for a mere 2 years or so, but in that time have been so in awe of the type of person that she is. I feel truly blessed to have had the opportunity to get to know her, even though I was very skeptical of her decided daily 'cheerfulness' when I first met her -- I mean, can anyone really be that happy all the time? It wasn't until we were in a large meeting at the same table wherein she immediately began discussing why she thought we should institute the use of the word 'fuck' during everyday work conversation. I mean, who can really refute that suggestion? Certainly not me. During the meeting presentations, there were many references to 'member penetration' which caused us to giggle inappropriately and well, from that point on I knew she was awesome. I mean, perhaps we are in fact only 13 year old boys, but seriously, it's bad enough to keep using the word 'penetration' but then to add the word 'member?' That's just wrong. And hilarious.

I know I'm kind of rambling, but when I sit down and attempt to write something super poetic and touching, I just can't seem to find any words that describe how much I'm going to miss her on a daily basis. You know that person that sort of makes things alright, no matter how bad of a work day you've had, simply because they get you. The kind of person who builds you up when you need it and then punches you in the face (metaphorically) when you need that too? That's the kind of person she is to me.

It isn't as if I won't see her anymore or keep in touch, but going from 5 days to having to plan something is quite a change. I guess, I want her to know how thankful I am for her unwavering loyalty and honesty. She is the kind of person that I aspire to be and if one day people think even half of highly of me as they do of her, I will consider that a success.

Congratulations and good luck. You will be sorely missed. And not just by me.


Posted by Morgan at 3:38 PM EDT
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Tuesday, 8 May 2007
Lauren Graham is the BEST EVER.

There are a gazillion reasons why I love Television Without Pity and this is just one of them:

May those who fail to nominate Lauren Graham for an Emmy and Golden Globe suffer boils and frogs unto their fifth generation.

Truer words have never been written.


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Monday, 7 May 2007
If Only We Had This On Friday...


 


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Friday, 4 May 2007
Hi! Fashion!

Brenda: Kelly, you are so fashion forward! I love the way you've layered 5 things that don't even match!

Kelly: Thanks Bren - I got the idea from my mom - she might be a drug addict, but she's got great fashion sense.

Donna: ...

Kelly: Actually, I really like your bright red tapered jeans with your black shoes and white socks, which you totally wouldn't even see if your pants weren't so short!

Brenda: I KNOW, right? It totally makes you lose sight of the fact that my belt buckle is totally shifting to my left.

Donna: ...

Donna: Wait. What are you guys talking about?


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Updated: Friday, 4 May 2007 11:16 AM EDT
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Friday, 27 April 2007
Melrose Place and other Shenanigans

Every year at Christmas I usually ask members of my family what they would most like to receive as a present (besides world peace, obviously) because I truly believe that the fun of the holiday (not the religious part, which is the most important, again, obviously) is giving your loved ones things that they totally love but would NEVER, EVER buy for themselves. Well, for several years running, no one ever seemed to actually ask me what I wanted - at first I thought this was some slight brought about by certain amounts of plotting between my mother and sister, both of whom surely wish I would find some nice boy to date and marry (sorry guys, that's another topic entirely) when in fact, I think it stems more from the fact that they shop all year for Christmas gifts, unlike the slacker me (re: no boyfriend, house, etc...) who waits until about the 2nd week in December to complete her shopping.

Ok...I'm totally digressing, but I thought I would give some background...so, this year, my mom made it a point to ask me what I wanted. So, I told her. Season 1 of both Beverly Hills 90210 and Melrose Place. Two dvds I had actually been secretly (ok, fine, not so secretly) waiting to own.

While I see 90210 in repeats all the time, It had been a number of years - 15 to be exact - since I had seen Jane, Michael, Matt, Rhonda, Billy, Jake, Allison and yes, even Sandy, strutting around that fabulous apartment complex that practically none of them would have been able to afford based on their reported occupations. Michael was a sweet resident doctor, Jane was just cutting her teeth in the fashion world (only after a miscarriage), Jake was a motorcycle mechanic (but thanks to Jo was a shop proprietor before seasons end getting him ready for Shooters), Billy was a cab driver and aspiring writer, Matt worked at a halfway house (from which he got fired after he was beaten up by some gay bashers and then rehired when he sued them for wrongful termination - all in two episodes!), Rhonda taught aerobics (which really only served to assault the audiences eyes thanks to her onesies), Sandy was an actress (imagine that, perhaps she could have worked on her southern accent) and Allison was a receptionist at an advertising agency (and not really a good one).

Oh, how young and innocent they all were. It almost brought a tear to my eye, until I realized I was crying because I used to think that Andrew Shue was so hot AND talented. I could maybe still give you the hot, but I just can't do the talented. I've watched roughly an entire day of that show and he has spent most of it either looking constipated or well, I'm just going to stick with constipated. In that year alone, Billy was carjacked after taking a nice old lady down to south central and then making a comment about 'you people' which incensed Rhonda only to be resolved at the end of the episode with a drive about town in Billy's cab all the while poor Andrew Shue emoted about to the level of bark next to a bump on a log. Then came the assault of Allison when the car she was driving got carjacked (she had borrowed it from her former adulterer boyfriend), I already mentioned that Matt was beaten up for being gay and that Jane had a miscarriage. Michael delivered a baby which taught him the meaning of life.

Tons of good soapy stuff but I guess it wasn't enough for the viewers since before the end of season 1, we were introduced to Sydney, Jo, the unforgettable Kimberly and we said goodbye to Sandy and Rhonda (and kind of Matt, too, but then you hardly ever saw him anyway even though he was on the show for the entire run)- all before adding the queen of mean, Heather Locklear, who in her first couple of episodes was actually kind of nice. Until she decided that she wanted Billy for herself (in hindsight, I can't imagine why) and deciding Allison was kind of a whiny bitch (which she totally was). Then there was Jo - who other than Rhonda was the only chick on the show without blonde hair - which obviously meant she was from New York, had a past and quite possibly could be dangerous. I'm surprised they didn't have her smoking when she arrived. They certainly made a big deal about her carrying a handgun. Sydney was already kind of insane and single white female-y with Jane until they became friends again after two episodes and she left LA (oh, if only Jane knew what she was in for, but at least Sydney wasn't blonde). Kimberly was a total recurring character, although from the very beginning it was made clear that she had the hots for Michael and his sort of mullet (nothing like Billy's though). I have to admit, upon re-watching the first season, I am much more impressed with Grant Show - there was a super scene with him and Ben Stein as a loan officer that was pretty good. I think perhaps I missed the nuances of Grant's performances in the past b/c he had his shirt off a LOT. Except for the time in the same episode when Jo offers him money to buy the bike shop and he gets so pissed that he starts throwing full bottles of beer angrily in the garbage. I don't CARE if it WAS Coors Light...there is just no explanation for acting in that manner.

Looking back on that first season who would have thought that the show would have ended up being the cultural icon it ended up being? And, don't tell me it wasn't...I dare you to find someone who hasn't at least heard of the wig-ripping scene. I. DARE. YOU.

Season 2 is out Tuesday. See you at Best Buy!


Posted by Morgan at 3:48 PM EDT
Updated: Friday, 27 April 2007 4:30 PM EDT
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Friday, 20 April 2007
Patterns

I walk down the garden-paths
And all the daffodils
Are blowing, and the bright blue squills.
I walk down the patterned garden-paths
In my stiff, brocaded gown.
With my powdered hair and jeweled fan,
I too am a rare
Pattern. As I wander down
The garden-paths.
My dress is richly figured,
And the train
Makes a pink and silver stain
On the gravel, and the thrift
Of the borders.
Just a plate of current fashion,
Tripping by in high-heeled, ribboned shoes.
Not a softness anywhere about me,
Only whalebone and brocade.
And I sink on a seat in the shade
Of a lime-tree. For my passion
Wars against the stiff brocade.
The daffodils and squills
Flutter in the breeze
As they please.
And I weep;
For the lime-tree is in blossom
And one small flower has dropped upon my bosom.

And the plashing of waterdrops
In the marble fountain
Comes down the garden-paths.
The dripping never stops.
Underneath my stiffened gown
Is the softness of a woman bathing in a marble basin,
A basin in the midst of hedges grown
So think, she cannot see her lover hiding,
But she guesses he is near,
And the sliding of the water
Seems the stroking of a dear
Hand upon her.
What is Summer in a fine brocaded gown!
I should like to see it lying in a heap upon the ground.
All the pink and silver crumpled up on the ground.

I would be the pink and silver as I ran along the paths,
And he would stumble after,
Bewildered by my laughter.
I should see the sun flashing from his sword-hilt and the buckles on his shoes.
I would choose
To lead him in a maze along the patterned paths,
A bright and laughing maze for my heavy-booted lover.
Till he caught me in the shade,
And the buttons of his waistcoat bruised my body as he clasped me,
Aching, melting, unafraid.
With the shadows of the leaves and the sundrops,
And the plopping of the waterdrops,
All about us in the open afternoon--
I am very likely to swoon
With the weight of this brocade,
For the sun sifts through the shade.

Underneath the fallen blossom
In my bosom
Is a letter I have hid.
It was brought to me this morning by a rider from the Duke.
"Madam, we regret to inform you that Lord Hartwell
Died in action Thursday sen'night."
As I read it in the white, morning sunlight,
The letters squirmed like snakes.
"Any answer, Madam?" said my footman.
"No," I told him.
"See that the messenger takes some refreshment.
"No, no answer."
And I walked into the garden,
Up and down the patterned paths,
In my stiff, correct brocade.
The blue and yellow flowers stood up proudly in the sun,
Each one.
I stood upright too,
Held rigid to the pattern
By the stiffness of my gown;
Up and down I walked,
Up and down.

In a month he would have been my husband.
In a month, here, underneath this lime,
We would have broke the pattern;
He for me, and I for him,
He as a Colonel, I as Lady,
On this shady seat.
He had a whim
That sunlight carried blessing.
And I answered, "It shall be as you have said."
Now he is dead.

In Summer and in Winter I shall walk
Up and down
The patterned garden-paths
In my stiff, brocaded gown.
The squills and daffodils
Will give place to pillared roses, and to asters, and to snow.
I shall go
Up and down
In my gown.
Gorgeously arrayed,
Boned and stayed.
And the softness of my body will be guarded from embrace
By each button, hook, and lace.
For the man who should loose me is dead,
Fighting with the Duke in Flanders,
In a pattern called a war.
Christ! What are patterns for?

--Amy Lowell


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Friday, 16 February 2007
An Open Letter to Wendy's Marketing Department

Dear Mister Chief Marketing Officer,

First and foremost let me begin by stating how much I enjoy your product. Especially the #6 Spicy Chicken Sandwich with cheese, plain. I like it so much that sometimes I'll even Biggie size it. That being said, I really must take issue with your most recent marketing/advertising attempts.

I realize that since Big Dave that has left you and your team scrambling for the next marketing niche. First there was the 'let's have another man who sort of resembles Dave' do our advertising. Maybe people won't realize the real Dave is dead. Then there was the whole 'let's put as much new stuff on the menu as we can' era. Frescatta anyone? Sometime after that, there was this thing that had E-Z cheese, two hamburger patties and jalepenos, I think. (I really was only able to look at the print ads for that b/c well, the television ads kind of made my stomach churn.) These ideas were all a little suspect.

While my original worry was not unfounded, it is now, I think I really must jump in. I'm not sure if you realize this, but your most recent campaign which features the Violent Femmes "Blister in the Sun," might not be in the best of um, taste. See, I'm not sure if you realize this, but that song is a direct reference to uh 'slapping the salami' or um 'beating the meat.' While you might think this is on the surface, food related, in reality, those are just euphemisms for pleasuring oneself - more specifically when a male does so. I'm really not sure you want that associated with your cadre of fine food products.

While I, too, have taken many marketing classes and know that sex sells, I'm just not quite sure that this is what you are going for. Or perhaps it is. I just really don't know what your intentions are at this point. I thought perhaps the industry was done with inappropriate songs in commercials (see the use of 'Lust for Life' and 'cruise lines') but apparently we are just beginning.

In any case, I would be happy to offer my consulting services the next time you are looking to begin a new marketing and advertising campaign. If you are looking for references, I did just pitch the use of the Stones 'Satisfaction' for Geico Direct and 'Puff the Magic Dragon' for an anti-drug campaign.

In closing, I do hope that your product continues to outsell the competition. Additionally, any coupons or samples you'd like to send this way would be greatly appreciated.

Thanks!

Concerned Wendy's Patron


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