well, that was weird
seattle is not a friendly city. it's not necessarily a rude city. just not a friendly one. walking down the street, people avoid eye contact. "thank you" waves in traffic....forget 'em. people from other departments at work rarely say hi. and in my last apartment building, very few of my neighbors ever acknowledged me if i passed them in the hall. the building i live in now seems to be a little bit friendlier. in the less than a month that I've lived here, i've heard more "hi"s than i did in the 9 months i lived at the old place. but i was still surprised when I got on the elevator tonight, and my fellow rider not only said hi, but introduced himself and shook my hand, then started a conversation. maybe he was high.

the price is right has one fickle in-studio audience
one minute they're cheering for you, but as soon as you can't get that wheel all the way around, they're booing you like those kids in lean on me.

i've been thinking about this way too much
you know that phrase "like taking candy from a baby"? i want to know who's giving candy to babies. babies shouldn't have candy. they could choke. not to mention the lack of nutritional value. i would never give my nephew candy. in fact, perhaps "like taking candy from a baby" should take on a new meaning. since babies shouldn't have candy, the phrase should have a more positive connotation. for example: we finally got drunk old uncle willy into rehab. it was like taking candy from a baby.

hey, baby, i'm sensitive
today, i attended "sensitivity training" at work. (you know, where you go and the tell you sexual harassment is bad.) don't worry. i didn't grab anybody's ass. it was a company-wide thing. in all honesty, i think it really made me aware of what i can do to create a non-hostile workplace. for example, while watching the cheesy video during the training, i leaned over to a female coworker and whispered, "it's like watching bad porn but without the sex." that's sensitive, right?

i'm not even sure what's at the swedish cultural center
my family's coming to visit in a little over a week.

every day on my way home from work, i drive past the swedish cultural center.

every day when i drive pass the swedish cultural center, i call my brother on my cell phone and ask if he wants to go to the swedish cultural center when he visits. he always says no.

i've done this for about a week now.

it's still funny every time.

ch-ch-changes
•old comments feature is back. woohoo not registering.
•everything's in lowercase now. i'm that hip.
•links to fellow bloggers added. if your name's not on there, don't feel slighted. i just forgot (because you don't mean much to me). remind me, and i'll add your name, too.

Your Fall TV Preview
Thanks to a friend with some inside connections, I got to watch some TV pilots for new fall series on FOX. Here's what I thought:

House: A medical investigationish show. Not really like CSI cause CSI sucks. More like X-Files minus the paranormal plus ER. I enjoyed it. Not sure if I'd tune in each week, though.

Sketch: Fast-paced Americanization of a British import. Reminded me a lot of Comedy Central's Trigger Happy TV, pacing-wise. Some of the sketches sucked, but the show moved fast enough you forgot about them. Others were pretty funny. Like the one where a clothed man "streaked" across the cricket field at a nudist colony.

American Dad:From the creators of Family Guy. Apparently they used all their good jokes on Family Guy. This show blows.

Some Show I Can't Remember the Title of: Yeah. It was that good. Family comedy minus comedy. It involved some kids working at a mall food court. But then they all got fired. And the parents had sex in the garage. And the little kid was smarter than anyone else in the family. Boo.

If I'm lucky, I might get to preview some WB shows, too. Including Jack and Bobby, from the creator of Everwood.

Heidi Fleiss was on an Episode of Blind Date
No shit.

Blogging: "Choose Your Own Adventure" Style
It's a gorgeous day. 75 and sunny. Not a cloud in the sky. You have the afternoon off work. Do you:

a)go home, change into a pair of shorts and enjoy the weather by exploring your new neighborhood?

b)go home, trip over a cord you should have picked up the night before, injure your right big toe, put a bag of frozen fries on it because you don't have any ice and go to urgent care so they can drain the blood out from underneath your toenail?

I chose b.

Greetings From Florida
Yep. FL. Fla., if you're kickin' it AP style. I'm attending Producer Camp. It's actually the Belo/Hearst-Argyle Producer Academy, but I prefer calling it Producer Camp. It sounds more fun. And really, it feels sorta like camp. We have roommates. We have a strict agenda that we stick to. We can only get somewhere using a hotel shuttle bus or a cab. Meals are at set times. People get catty after less than a week. And older adults are running the thing. No s'mores, though. It actually reminds me a lot of a Key Club district board meeting. (Which none of you ever attended to my knowledge, so that was really a wasted comparison.) Anyway.... highlights include:
-Free trip to Universal Studios
-Make-your-own-waffle machine at the hotel's free breakfast (Woo woo! Mark Twain Dining Hall!)
-Having a bigger suite than the other attendees
-My news director telling me she'll get me my next job at the station where I'd really like my next job to be
-Poynter's Bob Steele and his uncanny resemblance to Stuart Palonsky

I Think You Probably Agree
I love cable, but I hate cable companies.

Boogity Boogity Boo!
The other night, I had a dream I couldn't get all the boogers out of my nose. Every time I removed one booger, another one would take it's place. Now that's scary!

Someone Should Revoke My Copying Privelages
A couple of recent incidents involving the copy machine at work:
Tuesday: I put the papers in wrong-side up, thus managing to get 8, collated and stapled copies of blank pages.
Wednesday: Instead of making 8 copies of something, I accidentally start to make 38 copies.

But What Proves I'm Really Stupid
Is when I walked into my screen door the other night.

back at ya
thanks for the props re: the reformatting. i figured i should redesign my blog since i moved into a new apt. (more on that in a moment.) as per fiscus' request, i will try and change the comment feature. however, despite her request, i will not join friendster.

hooray for new apartments
the following are reasons i like my new apartment:
•it is bigger than my old apartment
•it is cheaper than my old apartment
•i prefer the neighborhood to my old neighborhood
•it is quieter than my old apartment
•it has a deck for which i will buy a plastic chair at target

downside to having a bigger apartment
i now have room for a dining room table...which means i want to buy one...but i am poor. very poor.

i knew i shouldn't have caved in a bought a cell phone
i get shitty reception in my new apartment. boo.

i feel like i'm in ninth grade again
i have a zit on my nose and am currently without cable or high-speed internet

i always wondered what it was like to have two assholes
one of our anchors totally ripped me a new one yesterday. it had to happen sooner or later.

where are they finding these people?
i've now had a director, a writer and a reporter all tell me i am less high-strung than other producers at my station. um. ok?