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What's the best way to start a Monday?
Get propositioned before leaving the apartment complex.
See a half naked man changing clothes in the parking deck at work. And buddy, two words of advice: Slim Fast and Tanning Bed. And wrinkle cream wouldn't hurt either.
Have a guy in a giant-ass truck *insist* that you back up so he can try and grab a spot...which, incidentally, is too small for his truck.
And then the elevator doesn't work. So you have to go down stairs. And then more stairs, to get the paper. And then back up the stairs. I don't like stairs.
The sudden appearance of a shirt on a coworker that...let's just say it's obvious that people tripping on acid designed that fabric. Acid-inspred paisley is just scary.
Stupid phone call number four.
THEN we actually get caffeine in my system. Yes, the previous was all before caffeine.
The topper is the "emergency" phone call for one of the partners. Hey, you say emergency, I react like it's an emergency. She's at the client's, so here I am calling like crazy, trying to track her down. Turns out (and this is my speculation based on some very vague info) it's not necessarily an emergency that warrants not waiting for 30 minutes (since the other partner is the partner in question's significant other, I made the person calling with the emergency talk to him), and since someone else called for the person with the emergency the first time, and he apparently gets himself into trouble...who wants to take bets that someone ended up in jail?
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Dear NBC,
Regarding the Olympic coverage.
First off, I know John Williams has become synonymous with the Olympics, what with the Olympic Fanfare and all (why isn't the playing of the Fanfare required? because I missed not hearing it during the opening ceremonies), and that James Earl Jones can do majestic better than anyone, but when you have beautiful vistas and James Earl Jones' voice, I automatically think "The Lion King". Adding the theme from "Jurrasic Park" as the music of choice for the opening montage then leads to thoughts of Lions v. Dinosaurs: Deathmatch Extreme. I don't think this was the right way to inspire me to watch four hours of extremely boring.
Secondly, do me a favor. If you're going to preempt NASCAR for Olympics coverage, have the decency to show something worthwhile. The US v. Puerto Rico was just sad. Pitifully sad. And I was cheering on the Puerto Ricans (sorry Duncan, sorry Okafor, but Iverson gets on my nerves too much). Followed by a horrendous mismatch in beach volleyball, then indoor volleyball (and I *played* volleyball, so it's a sport I get and like)...can we say snoozer? Come on! If I'm giving up my afternoon, give me something worthwhile to watch. Like Iraq kicking ass in soccer.
And on another note, please refrain from insulting my intelligence with your claims of "this is brought to you LIVE!" No it's not. Wanna know how I know? When it's an outdoor sport, and you're showing it at 4 pm on the East Coast, and there's lots of sun shining, and oh gosh golly gee, it just so happens that your commercial breaks lead to missing a good 30 minutes of play...I just don't buy it.
Sincerely,
Maveness
Get propositioned before leaving the apartment complex.
See a half naked man changing clothes in the parking deck at work. And buddy, two words of advice: Slim Fast and Tanning Bed. And wrinkle cream wouldn't hurt either.
Have a guy in a giant-ass truck *insist* that you back up so he can try and grab a spot...which, incidentally, is too small for his truck.
And then the elevator doesn't work. So you have to go down stairs. And then more stairs, to get the paper. And then back up the stairs. I don't like stairs.
The sudden appearance of a shirt on a coworker that...let's just say it's obvious that people tripping on acid designed that fabric. Acid-inspred paisley is just scary.
Stupid phone call number four.
THEN we actually get caffeine in my system. Yes, the previous was all before caffeine.
The topper is the "emergency" phone call for one of the partners. Hey, you say emergency, I react like it's an emergency. She's at the client's, so here I am calling like crazy, trying to track her down. Turns out (and this is my speculation based on some very vague info) it's not necessarily an emergency that warrants not waiting for 30 minutes (since the other partner is the partner in question's significant other, I made the person calling with the emergency talk to him), and since someone else called for the person with the emergency the first time, and he apparently gets himself into trouble...who wants to take bets that someone ended up in jail?
***
Dear NBC,
Regarding the Olympic coverage.
First off, I know John Williams has become synonymous with the Olympics, what with the Olympic Fanfare and all (why isn't the playing of the Fanfare required? because I missed not hearing it during the opening ceremonies), and that James Earl Jones can do majestic better than anyone, but when you have beautiful vistas and James Earl Jones' voice, I automatically think "The Lion King". Adding the theme from "Jurrasic Park" as the music of choice for the opening montage then leads to thoughts of Lions v. Dinosaurs: Deathmatch Extreme. I don't think this was the right way to inspire me to watch four hours of extremely boring.
Secondly, do me a favor. If you're going to preempt NASCAR for Olympics coverage, have the decency to show something worthwhile. The US v. Puerto Rico was just sad. Pitifully sad. And I was cheering on the Puerto Ricans (sorry Duncan, sorry Okafor, but Iverson gets on my nerves too much). Followed by a horrendous mismatch in beach volleyball, then indoor volleyball (and I *played* volleyball, so it's a sport I get and like)...can we say snoozer? Come on! If I'm giving up my afternoon, give me something worthwhile to watch. Like Iraq kicking ass in soccer.
And on another note, please refrain from insulting my intelligence with your claims of "this is brought to you LIVE!" No it's not. Wanna know how I know? When it's an outdoor sport, and you're showing it at 4 pm on the East Coast, and there's lots of sun shining, and oh gosh golly gee, it just so happens that your commercial breaks lead to missing a good 30 minutes of play...I just don't buy it.
Sincerely,
Maveness