Archive for August, 2008

Short DNC observation…

A great place to attempt to mask post-presidential run posturing with “support.”

Great work so far, Hillary.

I feel guilty…

The Hillary Clinton video I’m watching right now during the Democratic National Convention is making me kind of miss her campaign. It shows her power. Her landmark run. Her humor. All her empowerment. Minus Chelsea’s monotone voice over on it, I’m feeling all mighty about being a woman. Is that wrong? I feel dirty.

“The lovable Rottweiler”

I heard that statement used this past weekend on NPR about Sen. Joe Biden. And I will admit, I don’t know that much about the guy. I’ve never let on I know the ends and outs of politics. But I do know gut feelings. And I don’t get a good one about Biden. When he speaks, I am reminded yet again of the “lovable rottweiler” thing I heard. Bull in a China factory would be another. It’s not secret that Biden has attacked Obama’s knowledge of foreign policy. Even has said something as condescending as Obama is “clean” and “articulate.” Sorry, I’m not sure that can be explained away no matter where you do it.

Someone please tell me: Am I supposed to be excited about this choice? All of the formality aside, and excuse my ignorance, please tell me what you think and educate this jaded voter.

Rate My Space: A kind of certain madness

If ever there was a more definitive moment where an individual is at his/her most self-important finest, it is when said person uploads that very first photo on the HGTV madhouse that is Rate My Space.

As long as I have been on my own, I have always felt that when I decorated the place I lived, I had what I would like to call eclectic taste on a budget. That said, I never really thought I didn’t have taste in decorating. I just was a victim of making do with what I had/could afford or what was given to me. And if I had the proper moola, every room would look a million times different. I am also a victim of an unhealthy HGTV obsession. And it has morphed into something really scary since buying my house. I watch everyday and now I’ve officially become a Rate My Space user. If you haven’t ever heard of this, it’s basically a part of the HGTV Web site in which you upload photos of your home, cross your fingers, rip yourself wide open and lie there as you let people dissect your furnishings and decor. Fun, right? Well now this concept has carried over onto the HGTV channel itself in that the lowest rated homes get renovated and are inspired by the top rated homes on the site. Madness, right? Why leave yourself open to such criticism, you might ask. Well, because I like the impartiality of it all…and I of course hope to one day be picked for the show. Sad, right?

So I’m actually risking a lot giving you guys the link but why not? Feel free to make fun, but know that I’ve changed some stuff up since these photos but not much. Look, I had all this crap before I got the place. Minus the red couch. Just trying to make it all work somehow. Don’t even ask about the glass blocks. They were some kind of charming monstrosity (yes, I see them this way — good/bad, interesting/tacky). I keep trying something new to make those things work for me, but alas, I’m sure I’ve missed the mark and I’m exhausted. Some of the comments on my spaces are brutal but I think if I showed the culprits my debt to income ratio, they would understand! In the end, maybe it will result in HGTV FINALLY coming to my little abode.

Bottom line: What people think I suppose means squat but if the average person really believed that, a Web site like Rate My Space probably wouldn’t get as much traffic as it gets. A new photo is uploaded every 30 seconds. I’ve timed it.

Rick Noriega blew his nose today

I don’t know what to do about it, but I have to know every single detail and move of U.S. Senate hopeful Rick Noriega. And it’s not by choice. I have somehow fallen into the spam trap of getting all of his press releases. And it’s not just one or two a week — it’s daily. Some of them might as well say, “Rick Noriega wiped his ass today, Sen. Cornyn doesn’t wipe his ass…” Oh,  Sen. Cornyn, of course, is our incumbent. The releases I get, as I’m sure so many others seem to get too, usually have a link at the end of it that you can click to unsubscribe but surprise, surprise — it never works.

I am the victim of repeat political emails. I get so much stuff that I don’t want — from Bush conspiracy theorists to “Texans Can’t Afford Another Cornyn Blank Check.” I think the Noriega ones bug me the most because I get them from more than one source and sometimes even twice a day.So now all I can do is set up my Outlook to send all of these useless emails to my junk folder, which still has to be checked from time to time to empty it out. IMHO, this type of propaganda doesn’t help my voting process. In fact, it endures it. I get so irritated that I feel like voting for the candidate who harasses me the least. I guess there isn’t much a political PR flap can do? to get the news out about their candidate.  I mean the only way to EVER get your good word out is to spam the crap out of journalists inboxes, right? So much for the corporate spam filter…

I believe that like I believe in Santa…

They meant to do it. And I find it somewhat amusing. Is that wrong? Did I mention some of my favorite household items come from China?

The white envelope and the fork

Things are really changing in my line of work. As to avoid popping up on any random Google searches performed by coworkers (fat chance of truly avoiding that, I may add), I’m not going to go into details but if you piece my life together from this blog, my location and what I do, and the fact that my silly attempts at being cryptic are probably going to be in vain, I’m sure you can figure it out.

The thing is, my profession is no longer exclusive. You almost don’t need to go to school for it anymore as long as you know what the hell to do with a video camera, a still camera, Internet and video ****ing and some savvy.  Anyone can grab a camera phone, hop on the Internetand be his/her own ******list. Yes. On this particular post I’m not putting ANYTHING in writing but then again how obvioius can I be? Still, the work environment is too delicate and I’m all over the net anywho. Just know that if it’s happening here, you know very well it’s happening some place where you are.

The irony of the self-made professional is that in the department I work in, I basically groom them. I help them along, encourage and ***t their work. I enjoy what I do but the double-edged sword is that it is snuffingout what I thought I WANTED to do when I got out of college. Things are changing rapidly and I didn’t see any of this coming. I didn’t plan for it but lucky that I am working in an environment just in time to learn it all without paying for the extra college courses. I am plugging away in a good position for the transition of this medium. But the problem is, I wonder for how long will it be this way? How long am I somewhat safe from the white envelopes giving me either the choice to cut and run or to stick it out another year in this Brand (not brave) New World of communication?

None of this will make sense if you don’t follow such stories. But if you do follow, you probably know why I’m torn. I miss that first job straight out of college where I had to pay my dues (as they always told you to) in a small town and getting into every facet of everyone’s business from the supposedly friendly neighbor next door to the city manager sitting in on a dual role as police chief. Yep, that actually happened. Man I miss those days.