killingjarblog

I feel pretty.

3/31/2003

let's see...ooo, the weekly sales specials on outpost.com! there's the Apple eMac for $694, that's good...the Playstation 2 bundle for $220, not bad...hey, a USB 2.0 cable for $2.99, wow...oh, and don't forget the Israeli Made Adult Gas Mask--while supplies last!

we are truly living in a fucked up world.

3/28/2003

a few days ago my assistant at work basically just about said to me that she does not consider herself to be 'in management.' i am trying to think of the kindest way possible to say to her, 'look, you need to accept the responsibility of your position and grab the fucking reins once in a while, and stop calling me to report things that you should be handling yourself.' i am trying to think of a nice way to say this. i have an underlying suspicion that she doesn't like me but just won't say it. hrm.

i also have hives on my arms. under my arms, actually. it's hideously itchy. this must mean spring is finally here.

3/18/2003

it is 11.44 pm on st. patrick's day. i have not even finished one bottle of guinness and i think i may be too tired to finish even that. was in a giddy mood all day, then watched bush's speech on tv telling saddam hussein to shut up and get out...and yeah, that's going to happen. for the first time in a long time i'm kind of scared. for the first time in a year and a half or so, i started listening to planes flying overhead, thinking they sounded too low. listening to every car that drove into the parking lot. every person that clomped up or down the hallway stairs. i remember being like that for months after september 2001. stopping in the street and looking at planes flying by. watching the nyc skyline until planes flew past the empire state building, just to make sure they weren't going to fly into it. i am dreading that feeling again of all my friends being in new york, and something bad happening, and not being able to do anything to help them.

which is an entirely selfish reaction. my mind hasn't really even addressed yet what the looming war will do to the people in iraq. bush says we will set up democracy there. who are we to do that? i'm not defending hussein or anything that's going on there, but, who are we? why is this our job? is this really some sort of good-for-the-world effort or us americans (or our government, or our president) imposing our values on the rest of the world?

i'm just thinking. none of this is very well thought out yet.

on the other hand, i watched some of the rock n roll hall of fame induction ceremony, and this year one of the inductees was the clash. mick jones was talking about how way back when, he realized that...well, it was something about authority not being about doing what's right, it's about having power. or something like that. god i wish i could remember exactly what he said...anyway i know what he was saying was true. but it made me sad, because to relate it to my own small world, at my job, i am the authority. and i do not 'rule' simply to show that i have power--i do what's right. i lead not for myself but for the interests of the people who live in my group home. i believe that in my heart to be true. every once in a while i get on a 'you have to do this because i'm the manager and i say so' trip--but even then, it is based in something right--it is because it is my job to make sure that the people who work there are acting in the best interests of the residents, that we adhere to state-imposed standards so that the state will allow these people to continue living in this house.

anyway, it made me think about authority, and power, and how fucked up it all really is. someone on cnn was talking about how there will be more terrorist attacks, here and abroad--that there is word that 'something big' is nearing fruition. and i'm thinking...why can't it be stopped? isn't this how we got in this mess in the first place? by not paying attention? by not taking action? maybe it's all more complex than i realize, but...wow, this is such a big thought in my head, i'm not sure how to get it out.

basically...being a microcosmic manager, i've come to see certain things about management in general. i see that many people in authority/management are either lazy, or ill-prepared to deal with what can sometimes be an overwhelming workload. this is why nj's social services departments are coming under attack these days--because nobody did anything about their caseworkers having caseloads that were impossible to cover, for years and years--and then a kid ends up dead in a basement in newark, the news gets a hold of it, and now, bam, social services is being revamped. why wasn't it revamped years ago? who let it get that way?

in my job, i see every day how easy it would be to let things slide. some days i have so much to do that it really makes my brain melt. but i get it done. because people depend on me. i don't think, well, i'll do this one thing, and this other thing, i'll forget about that until a year from now when it comes back to bite me in the ass. i do the one thing, then i do the other thing, and if i'm there 4 hours later than i'm supposed to be, oh well. it's my job and i have to do it. and if i absolutely can't, i tell people and ask them to help me figure out how to get it all done. and it all gets done. and i feel better when it is. always having undone tasks looming is a really bad feeling.

so this is why i get all riled when i hear things like, oh, people in the government knew about the people who eventually flew planes into the world trade center. it could have been prevented. well a lot of fucking good it does to say that now! how come they weren't stopped? how come my government, my president, doesn't look after my well being like i look after the well being of my group home residents? if people--politicians the world over--could get past the political bullshit--not worry about whose toes are being stepped on, or who we have to cater to or let get away with things because we need, say, their oil--and just think about the fact that they are in deed, in fact, in reality, responsible for people's lives...well, i imagine that would just be too overwhelming.

i don't know. i'm tired.

3/14/2003

Yahoo! News - 'Dirty Dancing' Sequel

nobody puts baby in a corner...again!

so sick. so, so wrong.

3/11/2003

more brilliance...

now, the Revenge-O-Matic, i know i didn't write all of those. that was a group effort by my coworkers, myself, and a couple of my ICQ friends. this one...well, just judging by the content, i think i wrote all these, and i think i wrote them when i first moved into my apartment in jersey city (the part about rats, dunkin donuts coffee, and watching talk shows all day were good clues).

Haiku-O-Matic!

Rats in my kitchen
Twitch their furry ears at me
Make me cry a lot

Bad television
Doomed to watch all day all night
Shut up, Jenny Jones

Blind date knocks at door
I peek out the window first
Then hide behind couch

Styrofoam cup warns
"Beverage is extremely hot"
Dunkin' Donuts cares

Peeing on my clothes
Scratching my eyes while I sleep
Why do cats hate me?

Boyfriend snores all night
Sounds like leaky drainage pipe
Must smother him now

Cute chubby baby
Smiles and goo-goos and drools
Such propaganda

Cell phone rings and rings
Rings and rings and rings and rings
Throw it in toilet

Girly singing voice
Feathered hair and groovy shirt
Keith Partridge is gay

I just won this thing
Not really sure what it is
eBay owns my soul

So many channels
I can't decide what to watch
God bless cable tv

Tin foil on walls
Government chip in my head
I am not insane

oh....my god. i found the best stuff on my computer. been digging around in old folders...found a bunch of stuff from Charged. (for those not in the know, that was a very beloved and long gone web magazine i used to work for.)

we used to do these things we called O-Matics, which were basically, a little pop-up browser window would come up with something written in it, and each time you reloaded the page you'd get a new something written there, all on the same subject, of course. this was one of my favorite ones, which i didn't know i'd saved, but i'm so glad i did:

Revenge-O-Matic
Our favorite ways to get back at our enemies in three words or less.

sleeping pills
rat poison
draino
scissors
gasoline and blowtorch
spit in eye
public humiliation
stolen credit cards
"mystery" ingredients
hitman/hitwoman
tire slashing
mail poo
Twinkie in tailpipe
eggs
manipulation
toilet paper
prank calls
lying
build monster
angry kitties
attack dog
bad publicity
falling piano
notify authorities
erase computer
sledge hammer
chainsaw
Ex-lax brownies
dog doo
broken window
football at nose
salt in coffee
water in gastank
pull down pants
garlic breath kisses
use bitter chocolate
animals via mail
computer viruses
haircuts while asleep
being songed
plastic insects
"accidental" bleach stains
seeing Episode One
cellophane on toilet
tell wife all
unabomber
extortion
painful wedgies
publish the letter
anonymous pizza delivery
call the feds
kick in shins
smack upside head
run over repeatedly
slowly drive insane
tow their car
porno mailing lists
get them fired
sell the pictures
call the Enquirer
burn house down
obscene finger gestures
make them cry
send mean letters
pee on lawn
call them "doodyhead"
spike drinks
laugh at loudly
i am trying so wholeheartedly...ok, maybe three-quarters-heartedly, but for me that's a lot--to remain in some semblance of a positive mood.

it's just so difficult.

sigh.

3/08/2003

currently featured show on glenp3.com:

Glen Phillips/Nickel Creek - Joe's Pub 8.18.02-Late Show.

i saw the first show that night (he did two shows in a row, because he is awesome like that) and some people have since heard me rave about the version of 'Windmills' he did. the above page has an mp3 of the same song from the second show--it's not a perfect recording but i think it gives a decent impression of just how good a performance it was. better than the one that i posted here a few weeks ago, anyway.

i am tired. grammar is bad. sorry.

3/05/2003

just for kristi and wayne, because i like being the person who knows the most obscure trivia, and also because i like proving that said obscure trivia is also correct and valid:

how toad the wet sprocket named themselves.