Tuesday, February 06, 2007

stuff and nonsense

• last night, when it was about half a degree, the local sports director guy came out to our practice for some interviews and a little footage of very cold girls skating quickly in an effort to return blood flow to their extremities. So what do I do when one of the other skaters is in the middle of a terribly serious interview? I stand behind the camera man picking my nose and making pretending to flash her*, because god forbid I not be a jackass for four minutes of my life. (and we won't even go into my interview which, of course, started out with me putting my hands up in front of my face like when Ricky Bobby has his first TEE-vee interview)
• I hate calling people - HATE IT - I will do almost anything to avoid it. When I do end up having to call someone and I get voicemail, I can't even begin to explain my joy at getting voicemail instead of having to speak to a real person. This joy, unfortunately though, is so great that it sucks my brain out of my head and forces me to leave the most idiotic and rambling voicemails where I talk at 700 miles an hour, cover about 452 different subjects, make un-funny jokes, then try to end on a good note by saying "okay, well, thanks and have a great day!" - which you know I don't really mean.
• I've had my blog on the interweb for over two years and in that time, I've made a couple of blog friends, but I've been extremely wary of meeting internets people - just because the internets is full of freaks, I mean, anyone can seem normal for a paragraph or two, but who knows what he or she will be like in person? What if they show up with magnetic ribbons on their car? Or if they insist upon wearing one of those jackassanine bullet headsets throughout lunch? Or if they're one of those food weirdos with weird food issues like insisting upon organic greens or asking for the carb content on the spaghetti? Even being choosy (read: emotionally unavailable) though, I've gotten to in-real-life-meet some very cool blog-type people. Today, I got lucky again (not like that, perverts) in meeting another cool blog person - go say hi to her, she's cool and she's local and, look, I have a friend who isn't in the derby, aren't you proud?
• I love "American Idol" so much, but these people who audition... how exactly does one become that shade of delusional? Is it a daily supplement, or is there a patch for that you can get?

* it was about 40 degrees too cold for actual flashing