Posts from — September 2006

Something happened earlier this week and I can’t get it out of my head.

I went to lunch with a coworker and as we were walking down the street we passed through a group of guys on the sidewalk. I could tell they had already been checking out the coworker, but as we walked by one whispered to her, “You’re gorgeous.” We kept walking and went to lunch but then talked about it later as I could tell it bugged her just a bit. Which then made it bug me. But it bugs me on two levels.

One is that, to be completely honest, is that I *think* about comments like that all the time. Anyone who’s ridden the bus with me would know that. But I never say anything. Sheesh. That guy is ruining it for other guys.

C’mon, do you really think that saying “You’re gorgeous” to some stranger on the street is going to have a result of her saying “Teee heee! You’re right, let’s go to a motel right now!! xoxoxo”? No, it’s not. So shut up and do what I do- stalk in silence, then chat with Angie about it on IM the next day.

The other reason I kept thinking about this incident was that I didn’t say what was on my mind because it would have been even creepier.

Instead of asking – “What’d that guy just say to you? — What I was about to say was “What did Miggs just say to you? Multiple Miggs, in the next cell? He hissed at you. What did he say?”.

But you know- quoting movies can be funny sometimes, but quoting movies with serial killer quotes is even creepier than the whole “you’re gorgeous” guy.

Anyway, sometimes at work, I’ve been walking around saying “I’m gorgeous” under my breath to make a joke out of the whole thing. Unfortunately every time I’ve said it, some goober has overheard us and I’m sure they’re thinking “did he just say “she’s gorgeous”?” or “why is he talking to himself again?” Either way, I’m still creepy too.

Anyway, I thought I’d end the week with that little tale.

Angie sez: “your blog blows– you really should invest in a blog that allows your pictures to be viewable without me clicking other shit. i really can’t be bothered to click more than 2 times per blog.”

• That’s my fault- I was linking to the tags on flickr, not the actual picture. I’ll stop doing that. But thanks for telling me that my blog “blows”. At least my mom likes it.

Angie asks: dear god, isn’t ITB over yet?

• No. In fact it’s out of my hands. It’s viral, it’s out there. The monkey from Outbreak is even ASStounded. On Friday, I had so many people sending me WP pics (from 3 different states) that I got a query from Cingular asking me if I were a victim of MMS spam. Don’t blame me, blame Bryan. Blame Christine. Blame Tessa. Blame yourself [insert link to Marc's video here].

Hrm, it appears all the comments I have to address are from Angie. Oh well.

When you leave me comments in this post, tell me what you’d like me to write about next. I was thinking about posting a Cheap Vino bit for Angie and Shane. Suggestions are welcome.

Some Friday fun for you.. . .

Here’s a Dumb Wreck I saw at lunch. Wheee. No one was hurt. I wanted the meter maid (ooh, is that not P.C.?) to give the SUV a ticket for parking on the curb– a byproduct of the dumb wreck.

FITG? No, FITB!

The fall season is upon us. Everywhere there are signs telling women to wear black pants, even horrible commercials telling women to express themselves for relief and self-expression.

Butt look at this woman. She’s seen the ads with Audrey. She’s standing right in front of five of them. Yet, she is the representative of true self-expression. You Go Girl!

FITG? (Fall into the Gap) Nay, FITB!

A guy getting stabbed is sad and all . . . . BUT

The fight began when a friend of Albinder’s tried to reserve an empty parking space for him as he drove to the Richmond District neighborhood for a private party at the club. A van with several men in it started to pull into the spot, and when Albinder’s friend tried to shoo them away, the van nudged him twice, police said.

I can’t say I haven’t wanted to run over someone “guarding” an open parking space in SF.

Tomorrow is Talk Like a Pirate Day. Be sure to be prepared. Arrrrr.

So this pirate walks into a bar and the bartender notices the pirate has a steering wheel on his penis. So the bartender says, “You know, you’ve got a steering wheel on your penis,” and the pirate says “Arrrrrrrr! It’s driving me nuts!”

TX Gov Ann Richards died yesterday. :(

via irc:

<bang> did you like her?

<eltejano> yeah, she was cool

<bang> i knew her from King of the Hill

<eltejano> I served her at 2 different restaurants on multiple occassions

<bang> had to be better than that nut after her

<bang> so you actually met her. nice

<eltejano> at amy’s ice creams she was fond of the mexican vanilla ice cream topped w/ strawberries (if in season) – if not, then w/ the hot prailine topping

<bang> this going in your blog?

<bang> heh

<eltejano> I was thinking about it

Just a quick follow up- I finally got my ipod from work. It was a 1G Nano, so I traded up for a 30G Video Ipod. I’m digging it so far. I’m still listening to a lot of podcasts, but I did that before – only on my desktop. Now I can at least listen to them on the bus. Speaking of the bus, I finally fit in now that I have an ipod. I used to be the only one on the 1BX without one. Thank God I conform now! Wheee. Now I just have to figure out when I can cheesify it with some vinyl decals.

I was a bit worried after my lunchtime meeting. Christine gave me some scary news:

I think today was quite possibly the worst day ever to forget my cell phone on my desk while I went to lunch.
I seriously was distraught over it.

Stephen and I walked down the Embarcadero to Poncho Villa and I shit you not, the sea of white pants was on the verge of overwhelming.

Note to self: September 12, 2006: White Pants Plethora Day

I hadn’t eaten yet, so I went out. Sure enough, she was right. Due to the nice weather, the WPR (white pants ratio) was high.

FYI- I went to Pancho Villa again, there was even a PV-WP in line.