October 2008
59 posts
Gone Boatin' for Halloween
I’m working with Ben right now on his Halloween costume. I’ve been told that I am “not allowed to post any photos of the costume.”
But he didn’t say I can’t talk about it.
There’s an aircraft carrier the size of an, well, aircraft carrier in my house. Who knew that the kid who developed RulerPhone was so handy when it came to buildling boats. And...
See ya Blackberry Bold party!
I trekked down to Canal for a market appointment after work, and the plan was to hang around for 30 minutes until the Blackberry Bold party started.
I walked three blocks from my appointment to the party, saw miserable crew running around setting up the press wall (which almost came crashing down) and decided to try and just go in early. “Oh no, we’re not ready,” one crew member...
I. Don't. Have. A. Costume....CRAP!
It’s 2 A.M. and we are on roach patrol. Thank God I wasn’t the one that spotted it, but according to Ben it’s the size of a lemon.
Holy. F*cking. God.
MEEKS IS HERE!
I’ve never been a dog person. Come to think of it, I’ve never been anything anything-other-than-me person. Lately, I seem to have grown increasingly more obsessed with dogs, namely golden ones.
I think what turned me off before was the incessant drooling, hair shedding, barking, yapping, etc., that many other dogs portray. But as time has gone on, I have gotten used to Ben! ZINGER!
Review of Stylista on Gawker →
This is great.
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How is this even possible?
What I look for...
What I look for in a man tumblr theme:
Clean
Single (Column)
Less than two font styles
No bugs!!!
Easy on the eye
Is it that hard to find a free and functioning theme in this town?
Ed. Note
I don’t like the tribal band at the header. Eck.
Please excuse our mess
I hate all tumblr themes. I’m sorry. I just don’t like any of these. I’m so turned off by multiple fonts. It’s the reason why I can’t stand to read The Huffington Post online.
I have taken it upon myself to play around with the code in this theme, and as you can see, I’ve taken it from an eye-sore to a complete tragedy.
Ben, yeah, I’ll be needing you to...
I played with the lawyers league tonight at Baruch College, which, I have to say, is by far the nicest gym that I’ve played in thus far.
Before the start of the first game we were all in the huddle doing the obligatory “Go team” chant, except I had no idea what the name of the firm I was playing with was, so instead of shouting, “Jacoby and Myers (or whatever the firm name...
Bark! Bark!
Someone in my building got a little yappy lap dog and I want to do some not nice things to it.
Stop barking! Emma would never behave in such a manner. She has grace and poise. She may eat cotton balls (and has been accused of being involved in espionage) but at least she doesn’t bark like a pansy. Uhhhhh make it stop.
Me: Oh my God did you see that girl's face?
Ben: Yeah that was nuts.
Me: She had like nine teardrop tattoos on her face. Doesn't that represent the number of her friends who have died?
Ben: Uh, no. I think it's the number of people she's killed.
Me: Oh shit. Walk faster.
I suppose "hypocrite" is fitting.
Growing up I gave my mother so much crap for having a housekeeper. In college it only got worse as I, a sociology major, unleashed my new vocabulary on her: privilege, domesticity, you-are-bad, etc.
Well yesterday Ben got us a housekeeper for the first time, and coming home after a long day of work and volleyball (we lost, I stunk) to find a sparkling clean apartment was a great feeling.
I woke...