May 2012
22 posts
I just bought $30 worth of packing supplies and $50+ worth of beer that I can’t get in New York. Tomorrow I’ll spend $25 to check the box on US Air.
I may have gone a bit too far…
Nothing sets your day on the right path like listening to The Afghan Whigs’ “Gentlemen” and reading Mike Doughty’s “The Book of Drugs” on the morning commute…
A salesperson I work with, who’s pretty universally disliked around here, scheduled on Friday an 8am call today with a member of senior management to discuss some issues with a large client.
All weekend, I’m telling my wife that he’s going to cancel or reschedule, that the guy is a flame. I spent the weekend checking my BlackBerry, knowing it would happen. I woke up early this morning and checked it again, first thing I did, and there were no updates. So I dragged myself out of bed, got ready and got out the door by 7:10.
I stepped off the subway at 42nd Street at 7:40. My BlackBerry buzzed. Sent at 7:37 was a reschedule from 8:00 to 8:30, because he was running late.
Update: It’s 8:34, and he just walked in the door.
Wait, you mean the “free” festival that couldn’t figure out and drastically underestimated demand for their free tickets, couldn’t manage to get their website updated with the band lineup and has been heavily pimping through every pathway conceivable their $250/person/day VIP passes is having logistical issues out the ass on the day! You don’t say…
I’m actually pleased to see that New Yorkers had enough common sense not to leap all over and snatch up hugely overpriced ExtraMooga tickets. It sounded neat, at half the price. I’m hoping for discounts tomorrow, but I think that’s unrealistic.
I’ve read the stories of the three different lines to get a beer: one for the ID check/wristband (but don’t worry, because they’ve supposedly run out of wristbands), one to load up the idiotic GoogaMoola card so you can go cashless in select locations and a third to actually get your drink, whereupon you find out that most of the card readers are actually down (they’ve supposedly decided to accept cash after at these locations, but I don’t know how true this is). But don’t worry, for those lucky few who have managed to brave the gauntlet, you’re rewarded with 8 ounce pours for $7 (or so I’ve read). The one interesting side effect to the beer/wine line situation is that they likely won’t run out super early, which is what I’d mostly expected. EDIT: Just read on Twitter that the hooch is running very low, if not out completely. So much for my theory on that one…
We’re seriously reconsidering going at all tomorrow at this point…
Also, M. Wells, horse meat? Really?
Your only mission for Googa Mooga
This is going to be a shit show of epic proportions. Good thing I live close.
Our thinking too (the shit show, living close, quick escapes in case of 20k hipsters OD’ing on fois gras donuts).
Unwed teen mom Bristol Palin gives Obama daughters a lesson in the sanctity of marriage →
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In this case, it would’ve been helpful for him to explain to Malia and Sasha that while her friends parents are no doubt lovely people, that’s not a reason to change thousands of years of thinking about marriage. Or that – as great as her friends may be – we know that in general kids do better growing up in a mother/father home. Ideally, fathers help shape their kids’ worldview.
In this situation, it was the other way around. I guess we can be glad that Malia and Sasha aren’t younger, or perhaps today’s press conference might have been about appointing Dora the Explorer as Attorney General because of her success in stopping Swiper the Fox.
Sometimes dads should lead their family in the right ways of thinking. In this case, it would’ve been nice if the President would’ve been an actual leader and helped shape their thoughts instead of merely reflecting what many teenagers think after one too many episodes of Glee.
“These poor bastards at Vanguard, they just mailed me a check for 3 cents—the stamp is worth…45 cents! Did you know that stamps are 45 cents now?”
—CR (via adriennes)
I still get quarterly statements from a Fidelity account that housed an Employee Stock Purchase Plan from a job I left in 2009. The account had something like a 13 cent balance, which in the interest of stopping the paper waste I told Fidelity to forfeit.
I used to call Fidelity each time to complain, and each time they’d tell me that someone forgot to toggle some option or another and that this would be my last statement. But the statements keep on coming, quarter after quarter, now with a zero balance.
I’ve since given up calling them. I’ve spent considerably more than 13 cents worth of my time trying to get this fixed.
(Also, Vanguard used to zero balance statement me too, from an old 401(k) that I’d since rolled over, but I finally got them to stop.)
“The group toured with a stage set including caged go-go dancers and a 20-foot hydraulic penis.”
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I’m fairly willing to bet that this is the first time the phrase “20-foot hydraulic penis” was used in the newspaper of record.
In the Daily News, it’s probably used every other week or so…
Adam Yauch, a Founder of the Beastie Boys, Dies at 47 - NYTimes.com
There are "Doing" jobs and there are "Meeting" jobs
At least this is what allisonfoley tells me. Some people’s jobs involve doing things (doctoring, architecting, accounting, etc), and other people just sit in meetings all day. She has a Doing job, and I have a Meeting job.
This is my meeting schedule for today:
- 9-10am - Client meeting
- 10-10:45am - Internal meeting
- 11am-12pm - Client meeting
- 12-1pm - Client meeting
- 1-2pm - Internal meeting
- 1:30-2pm - Client meeting (Note the overlap)
- 4:30-5pm - Internal meeting, which duplicates the 1-2pm internal meeting, yet won’t be canceled
I have no idea what she could be talking about…
