Tuesday, May 24, 2011

samantha mathis got me fired

I don't want to get into details. It is all ridiculous and it was a part time job that I hated anyway. The quick details: Samantha Mathis walked in. My brain. Thoughts:

I was a sad, lonely and depressed teenager when this movie came out. It was the worst performing movie of 1993 and I thought it was awesome. One of my favorite movies of all time. Seriously.

I think I oddly related to Miranda Presley (Samantha Mathis, the woman who got me fired), even though I'm not a country song writer.

But if I were, I would write silly stuff like this (skip to 2:18):

This movie is where my love for Dermot Mulroney began. Even though the video below is of River Phoenix mostly (a song he wrote and sang, BTW), Dermot is playing the cello.

Before you think, "He's just acting.":

He really plays! Hot.

More thoughts:

Samantha was dating River while filming this movie (his last). She actually went with him to the Viper Room the night he died.

The funny thing is, even after everything that happened, I feel sorry for Samantha Mathis. She chose to do this:

Saturday, May 14, 2011

drunken transport

I usually only take a cab when I'm desperate. Desperate to get home! It's usually late and I've usually had some beer. And tequila. But only if we're in summer mode. Otherwise it would be whiskey. For winter mode. Duh.

It's always too late to be the Cash Cab:( Plus, I don't think Ben Bailey goes to Brooklyn, anyway. He's like a real cabbie that way! The trick is to get in the cab before you tell them where you are going. I had a guy pull over and tell me he would NOT go to Brooklyn. I just got out and got the next one. I know it's a pain to go to Brooklyn. I know it's hard or near impossible to get a fare back at the hour I am taking it. I also know that I tip well. So, screw you cabbie man.

Yes, I've had my fair share of frustrating cab rides. I am very specific about how to get home. I know which way is cheapest and I can't stand for cabbies that think they can pull the wool over my eyes just because they're used to dealing with drunken idiots. A drunken idiot is still an idiot. A drunken adarae doesn't take crap.

I once got in a cab and gave him my list of how to get home and he yelled, "How do you know to go this way?! Only people who live there know to go this way!." Yeah, I live there. "But how did you come to KNOW to go this way?!" I google mapped it. There is the quick way which is $22 without tip. Then there is this way which is $18 without tip. I tip $5. You can go the quick way but I'm only handing you $23 when I get out so you decide which way you want to go. He went the fast way...so, time over tip? I don't understand these guys at all.

Now, I am seeing cabbies in a different way after discovering the most amazing cabbie blog! Who knew these existed?! I just wasted an hour going through this guys flikr. Amazing NYC car finds, commentaries about fake cabs and just plain great photos.

That blog led me to this blog. Obviously a writer-by-day and cabbie-by-night kinda thing. Just spent the next hour reading his stories. Love it! Drama! Wit! Insight! Awesome. I am keeping my eyes open for you Eugene Salomon.

Saturday, May 7, 2011

cinco now siete

ely james and his drums. This is how we spent our cinco. ej was not done with his drink (which happened to be just ice from the bar and tequila with infused cucumbers from his flask) when they closed down the joint. I slipped it under my sweater. Now we have a new glass to add to our collection!

Friday, May 6, 2011

just plain rude

There are a whole bunch of posts that I have started, then got distracted and never finished. This post just had this link in it.

I find that it is hard to expand on a thought without imagery. I don't always want to use the images that a specific story came with though.

Like the link above, came with this image:

Tony Cenicola/The New York Times

Totes boring. It helped me remember why I never finished the post though. I had wanted to look for this video:

When I first saw this series of blackberry commercials, it really spoke to me about where our technology addicted society is headed. Then the NYT article, that I linked above, agreed. Although I don't think that they sighted the commercial and it may have helped them get the point across.

The reason I started to write the post was because I was up in Rhode Island, visiting a dear friend, and told him about this article. I honestly can't remember why I told him about it. Something must have sparked it. We were at a Wendy's. The weather channel was on the huge flat screen TV. He commented on how if the 'hail' was bigger than a baseball then it should be called something else. The world is ending. Blah blah blah.

Maybe 5 minutes after I told him about this article he was rambling about something or other and I realized that I was texting. While he was talking. Right after I mentioned how awful that was. That we can't connect to the people right in front of us because we're busy dealing with the masses that aren't.

In my defense, it was my birthday. I don't care about such things really, but apparently there were people out there that were texting me and I found it necessary to answer them rather than listen to the friend I chose to spend the day with. Fucked up.

Thursday, May 5, 2011


I was told that the comments were not working. It never occured to me that a. #1 anyone was reading this or b. #2 anyone would actually want to react to my rambling.

After some juggling around in the settings, I think it is fixed. I tested it. I left myself a comment, ok? That's not weird at all.

Looking to fill a store now, with little money to spend. If there are suggestions-comment!