My Twenty-Something Quasi-Soap

Ok, so my plan today was to apologize for bitching and moaning about my whole weather situation when we were merely hours away from yet another Event of Epic Proportions (aka Barack Obama's nomination acceptance speech). I was going to apologize for being short sighted and I was going to admit that I might have even been projecting my anxiety about the evening's approaching event onto the weather because I didn't want to admit that I was secretly peeing my pants a little at the thought of any security breach and disaster following said breach. (Translation: There was a tiny part of me that was - and still is - holding on to the fear that someone might try to shoot Obama.) Then I was going to talk about how awesome the speech was and how everyone at the convention had pulled together and made it clear that we have to vote for Obama and Biden in November. And I was going to applaud Bill and Hilary Clinton for aiding to close the rift in the party. And I was going to marvel at

Am I the only one who's developing serious agita over the situations brewing out in the Atlantic Ocean right now? Because seriously, this shit is getting ridiculous. Check out the NHC website . As of the 11am update we have Gustav royally effing up Jamaica and threatening to make a beeline for New Orleans, and Hannah revving up northeast of the Leewards and planning to turn for Palm Beach County (unless she decides to do something crazy and hit South Florida more directly). Oh, and if you're up in West Virginia right now, you're enjoying rain courtesy of Fay. Yeah, she's still around...barely. And I haven't even gotten to the cute little yellow and orange spots that we have to watch out for. Those ones are fun. They turn into bad red spots which then turn into storms with names that we have to watch out for. This is insane. I don't understand how people can live like this. I don't like having to check the weather three times a day (which is necessary because

A few weeks ago I mentioned that I would tell you all the story of my voyage to the U-Pull-It with my sister. Being as that today's a slow day at work (read: I don't feel like working), I'll take a little bit of time to tell you all the tale. It's a good one (I think). This past winter I had taken my car to the local Pep Boys for some routine service (ah, my little money pit of an old car...I almost miss you) and I was chilling in the grimy waiting area when I got a phone call from my sister. She had just left the Honda dealership after taking her early 90's Accord in for an unusual situation: the temperature control knob for the air condititioner had broken off and she needed a new one. Since her car is nearly 15 years old, the dealer obviously did not have such a replacement lying around. The guy in the shop suggested that she go to the U-Pull-It and search for one. My sister asked me to tag along with her, and considering that I had nothing else better to do othe

...am I the only one who's pissed off at the new JC Penney commercial that's a badly attempted homage to "The Breakfast Club," aka One Of The Greatest Eighties Movies EVER? I just saw it again and my eye was twitching. The first time I saw it, I almost threw the remote at the television, which is a serious reaction. Previously, only Kristy Lee Cook from American Idol was the only thing that almost caused me to destroy a thousand dollar television set. I digress. The commercial pisses me off because it failed to capture the awesome angsty-ness that made TBC what it was. The movie was awesome. The commercial tried to use it to market cheap crappy clothing to a bunch of kids who have no true respect for what the movie was all about. The kids in the commercial weren't even alive when the movie was released, for crying out loud!!!! Sorry, I just had to get that off of my chest. JC Penney, you are on notice. Oh wait..I can't even remember the last time I shopped at

Hey y'all! Just letting everyone know that TS Fay blew through north of where I am, so all I had to deal with was a lot of wind and rain. And the anxiety that comes from dealing with my first brush with a tropical storm. If you know me, you know that I was probably a hott mess. And I was for most of the day yesterday, considering that I had to go to work. And work in an empty store during a tropical storm. You have to love capitalism. Schools were closed, the county government shut down, everyone was encouraged to stay off the roads...but my store was open. Hooray. I also made sure that our hurricane survival kit was well stocked...which meant dealing with back-to-school shoppers and apocalypse preparers all converging at the local Super Target at the same time. Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun!!! But all in all, we're well prepared for any other storms headed our way, and Fay is almost outta here with her wind and rain and crap. So you can all stop worrying now and go back to enjoying

So I'm double posting today, but I just had to share this. I finally understand why it's important to have a top of the line computer with the fast processors and the cable internet access (that's bleeding us dry as part of the cable bill but soooo worth it). I was just watching the Chinese women's gymnastics team in their first official practice online. Live. From China. In nearly perfect resolution. I shit thee not. Yo, NBC has the illest hookup going on with this whole internet thing! You can actually watch up to 4 different events at the same time with their viewer. And it's all Mac friendly!!!! Omfg the Olympics are so totally kick-ass right now. And now I'm trying to calculate how many hours of sleep I really need tonight...the US team starts their practice at 1:30am. Which is 1:30pm in Bejing. Fortunately they're exactly 12 hours ahead of the East Coast, so that makes it easier to figure out exactly what time it is here and there and all that good cr

Ok, first big countdown. 90 days (yup, only 3 months) till Election Day. I know I've taken a bit of a break from the political blogging, but I'm reminding you all now that this upcoming election is massive. Huge. An election of epic proportions that no one can afford to just stand by and watch. You. Must. Vote. And although I've already endorsed Barack Obama, I don't care who you vote for, as long as you vote. Granted, I'd request that you get your head checked it you voted McCain, but I'd give you your props for going to the polls. Additionally, I will do my best to keep from calling you all sorts of nasty names 2 years from now when everything really has gone to shit because McCain became president (provided that he doesn't croak on Inaguration Day, which is what I'd bet good money on). Political party affiliations aside, it's really really really of the utmost and paramountly extreme importance that you get out there and vote on Election Day. 90 d