So far 2009 doesn’t seem to be much different from 2008, though that’s not really surprising, and, to be fair, it is still pretty early to make any judgments.
I’ve never really been one to make resolutions, because, really, what for?
I mean, if I’m going to do something, I’ll probably just do it, or, more likely not do it. Or vice versa. Or something.
Anyway, who am I supposed to be making the resolution to, myself? And if I fail to live up to the terms of the resolution, what will the consequences be? If I’m making the resolution to myself, what am I going to do about it?
It would be like:
Myself: Jon, you’re breaking your resolution!
Me: So?
Myself: Good point.
So yeah, no resolutions for me.
I haven’t done much so far this year. I called my mom, watched some TV, took a short nap, watched some more TV, did some more hard drive hygiene and picture organizing, and washed the blanket that my sister Kristy sent me for Christmas.
I washed it because the thing was just crazy with static electricity. It was as though that was what it was actually made of, and if I had checked the label it would have said “100% Static Electricity.”
So I washed it in hopes of making it less shocking and clingy, which seemed to actually do the trick.
I’ve been seeing a minor spike in traffic since yesterday, as a link to my Scarlett Johansson picture post got put up on When Fangirls Attack! I haven’t had that happen in a while.
Note to all the Fangirl readers who have come here: sorry the post/blog isn’t more interesting. Still, I hope you enjoyed your 0-5 second visits.
I didn’t get much sleep last night, as I didn’t get home from Manassas until after 2 AM, and I’d had way too much caffeine. I drifted in and out of consciousness between 4 and 6 AM, then woke up a little after 10 and decided to get up. I’m kind of surprised that the nap I took ended up being so short.
I think last night marked the first time I left the house to do anything on New Year’s Eve since the end of 1999.
Even when I was drinking New Year’s wasn’t really that big of an event for me. I mean, I went out and got drunk, but how was that any different from a standard, run-of-the-mill Tuesday (or Wednesday, or Thursday, or…you get the idea)?
I never bothered with looking for an excuse to drink.
Anyway, despite the fact that I won’t be making any resolutions, there are some things that I’m hoping to accomplish in 2009, though they depend more on how big my tax refund, bonus, and raise turn out to be than on any sort of resolve on my part.
Among the tentative plans: finally doing something about my hideously pink master bathroom, buying a new car, some other projects around the house such as doing something about my increasingly intolerable laundry set up, and actually buying a Wacom Cintiq.
I guess we’ll have to see what the future holds in that regard.
Some Further Thoughts Department:
I had a few more thoughts on the whole “set up” thing that I mentioned in yesterday’s post.
I think that, from now on, whenever I’m told that I’m not being set up with someone, my standard response will be, “Oh, good. So that means I don’t have to shower, put on deodorant, wear clean clothes, or put my teeth in. Thanks for the head’s up!”
After I wrote the post I began wondering what the other side of the conversation is like. Does the person I’m not getting set up with get a similar advance warning about the lack of a set up?
And if that is the case, I wonder what goes through the person’s head when we actually meet? I’m thinking that the words “Thank” and “God” probably pop up in her head.
In any case, I want to mention again that while I throw around terms like “useless” and “utterly useless” in describing my friends’ performance in the area of setting me up with someone, I’m not really making a value judgment. My purpose in doing so is two-fold: 1. To be a snarky smart-ass and 2. To make it clear that I don’t need to be told that I’m not being set up, as there’s been very little of that sort of thing that’s happened in my life, so I have no reason to expect that it will happen in my future.
I have every confidence that if my friends were to find some woman who was suitable for me they would make every effort to ensure that we hooked up, just as I’m sure that if someone found a unicorn or the Fountain of Youth, or something as equally mythical as a woman who is suitable for me – or, more to the point, who I’m suitable for – it would be all over the news.
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Thursday, January 01, 2009
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Set Up For Disappointment
I made tortilla soup (from a mix) the other night, and, in accordance with the instructions I cut some tortillas into strips and fried them as a garnish for the soup.
Why does fried food have to be so bad for you? The soup itself was okay, but the fried tortilla strips were so good I almost filled up on them and ignored the soup.
That’s probably the most exciting thing that’s happened in the past couple of days, so you haven’t been missing much.
Today I was wondering if Scott and I were going to do Riff Trax night tomorrow. I was going to send him a text to ask him that, but before I got the chance I got a text from Stacy inviting me to their house tomorrow night, which answered that question.
Of course, it wasn’t until afterwards that I realized that this would mean having to be out on the road with all of the drunks, but oh well.
As I mentioned, not much of interest has been happening over the past couple of days. I’ve mostly been engaging in some hard drive hygiene, deleting/archiving files, and trying to organize my pictures, both those I’ve downloaded and those I’ve drawn.
Riveting stuff.
Stacy just called to inform me that they’re ordering Chinese tomorrow and to ask me what I wanted. She also mentioned that there would be someone else there whom I don’t know, and, as this someone is a woman and single, she didn’t want me to think that they were trying to set me up with someone.
That sort of thing happens every once in a while. That is, in some sort of gathering there’s going to be a single woman and my friends inform me ahead of time so that I won’t think that there’s a set up. The thing is, it’s unlikely that I would actually think that anyway.
There are a number of reasons that I’m unlikely to make that assumption, but I suppose the biggest one is the fact that I’ve never actually had friends try to set me up with someone. In fact, and I don’t say this to be insulting, just stating the facts, pretty much all the friends I’ve ever had have been utterly useless in that regard. Either they don’t know anyone they can set me up with, or, if they do, it just doesn’t occur to them to do it.
(I have several theories about that latter point which I won’t bother getting into.)
The last time I suspected that someone was trying to set me up with someone was somewhere around ten years ago, during my drinking days.
Some friends and I were headed over to Michigan Tech to check out some live performances being done as part of the Winter Carnival. Among the performers was the niece of my friend Ginger.
Ginger kept raving to me and our friend Jeff about how talented, sweet, and generally wonderful her niece – who was only a few years younger than Jeff and I – was, to an extent that it seemed as though she was trying to generate interest in her.
Jeff and I both noticed this, and, to be a bit shallow, we also noticed how everything she had to say about her niece essentially boiled down to “she’s got a great personality.”
So it was with some trepidation that we headed over to watch her niece perform, as neither of us was inclined to be set up with someone who, assuming it to be shorthand for fat/unattractive, had a “great personality.”
Once she got on stage, however, we saw that “great personality” wasn’t a euphemism for unattractiveness: she was hot.
And extremely talented.
So Jeff and I immediately changed our thinking on the whole set up thing, and were preparing to square off – as we had on several occasions with several other women – in competition for her attention.
(I lost each and every competition with Jeff, by the way.)
Of course, it was then that we found out that Ginger never had any intention of trying to set either of us up with her niece; she was just very fond of her and inclined to rave about her.
This became abundantly clear when Jeff said, “Your niece is really nice,” to which Ginger responded, “Yeah, and her girlfriend is a real sweetheart, too.”
D’oh.
(I would say that the there was a set up going on the whole time; Ginger setting us up for a cruel joke, but that sort of thing really wasn’t in her nature.)
So yeah, I don’t often worry that my friends are trying to set me up with anyone.
Why does fried food have to be so bad for you? The soup itself was okay, but the fried tortilla strips were so good I almost filled up on them and ignored the soup.
That’s probably the most exciting thing that’s happened in the past couple of days, so you haven’t been missing much.
Today I was wondering if Scott and I were going to do Riff Trax night tomorrow. I was going to send him a text to ask him that, but before I got the chance I got a text from Stacy inviting me to their house tomorrow night, which answered that question.
Of course, it wasn’t until afterwards that I realized that this would mean having to be out on the road with all of the drunks, but oh well.
As I mentioned, not much of interest has been happening over the past couple of days. I’ve mostly been engaging in some hard drive hygiene, deleting/archiving files, and trying to organize my pictures, both those I’ve downloaded and those I’ve drawn.
Riveting stuff.
Stacy just called to inform me that they’re ordering Chinese tomorrow and to ask me what I wanted. She also mentioned that there would be someone else there whom I don’t know, and, as this someone is a woman and single, she didn’t want me to think that they were trying to set me up with someone.
That sort of thing happens every once in a while. That is, in some sort of gathering there’s going to be a single woman and my friends inform me ahead of time so that I won’t think that there’s a set up. The thing is, it’s unlikely that I would actually think that anyway.
There are a number of reasons that I’m unlikely to make that assumption, but I suppose the biggest one is the fact that I’ve never actually had friends try to set me up with someone. In fact, and I don’t say this to be insulting, just stating the facts, pretty much all the friends I’ve ever had have been utterly useless in that regard. Either they don’t know anyone they can set me up with, or, if they do, it just doesn’t occur to them to do it.
(I have several theories about that latter point which I won’t bother getting into.)
The last time I suspected that someone was trying to set me up with someone was somewhere around ten years ago, during my drinking days.
Some friends and I were headed over to Michigan Tech to check out some live performances being done as part of the Winter Carnival. Among the performers was the niece of my friend Ginger.
Ginger kept raving to me and our friend Jeff about how talented, sweet, and generally wonderful her niece – who was only a few years younger than Jeff and I – was, to an extent that it seemed as though she was trying to generate interest in her.
Jeff and I both noticed this, and, to be a bit shallow, we also noticed how everything she had to say about her niece essentially boiled down to “she’s got a great personality.”
So it was with some trepidation that we headed over to watch her niece perform, as neither of us was inclined to be set up with someone who, assuming it to be shorthand for fat/unattractive, had a “great personality.”
Once she got on stage, however, we saw that “great personality” wasn’t a euphemism for unattractiveness: she was hot.
And extremely talented.
So Jeff and I immediately changed our thinking on the whole set up thing, and were preparing to square off – as we had on several occasions with several other women – in competition for her attention.
(I lost each and every competition with Jeff, by the way.)
Of course, it was then that we found out that Ginger never had any intention of trying to set either of us up with her niece; she was just very fond of her and inclined to rave about her.
This became abundantly clear when Jeff said, “Your niece is really nice,” to which Ginger responded, “Yeah, and her girlfriend is a real sweetheart, too.”
D’oh.
(I would say that the there was a set up going on the whole time; Ginger setting us up for a cruel joke, but that sort of thing really wasn’t in her nature.)
So yeah, I don’t often worry that my friends are trying to set me up with anyone.
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