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I hate to completely ignore all my non-DC/Baltimore heads but. Also, I know many of you probably received the MySpace invite regarding this event. Anyway I'm posting it here on the front page even though this is also on the Killoggs kalendar.
For those of you not venturing down to Pardi Gras, perhaps you can venture to DC to my place for a laid back celebration of my 29th birthday this Friday, February the 24th.
The thing is, if you come you gotta bring at least one mixtape and/or mix CD of whatever stuff you want. You drop it off in a bowl or something on your way in and on your way out, pick up somebody else's tape/CD.
Does that sound completely corny? Of course it does! Do I care? Of course I don't! This'll be fun, trust me. Also, I'll have some drankin' material but unless PBR, Schlitz and Sparks aren't your thing, it's B.Y.O.B! Knowdamean?
Also, I'm thinkin' that maybe those of y'all with iPods/mp3 players make a short danceable (or not) playlist and we'll hook that up and let er'ybody be the DJ for a spell.
My address and contact info are on my profile, they're also in the MySpace invite and, of course, there's this wonderful thing called k-mail! I knows that some of y'all are going down to Mardi Gras. There's a part of me that wants to go down there with y'all but I think I'll save that for next year (like on my way to Austin I'll stop in N'awlins for Mardi Gras.)
So friday, the CIO's assistant leaves me a voicemail. I call her back, and find out that the CIO wants to schedule a meeting with me. I tell her, hey - I'm free all day Tues and Weds, so just send me an appointment for anytime those days.
So today there is another voicemail when I get in (we had yesterday off). She wants to schedule a meeting for sometime today. I again tell her, any time is fine, send me an appointment.
She calls back in like 3 minutes and says the CIO just actually wants to schedule a call with me. I'm like... Okayyyy well anytime is fine for that too. So she send me an appointment for a 15 minute call at 11:15 (note that this is about 20 minutes in the future).
At 11:10 she calls me to say the CIO stepped out of the office and he can't do the call now. I'm like fine... if it's just a call, I'll be at my office all day and that he can just call me whenever he wants, I'll be here. She says that she'll send me a new appointment, is 3pm okay? I say fine, she sends it.
A new appointment. For a time when he can call me. Scratch that, when SHE can call me and patch me through to him.
Is this normal? Why does a phone call need to be scheduled?!
Ok so my band is playing its first show this saturday in white marsh, md. The show is a benefit (though I have no idea for who) and we're opening. The other bands look pretty terrible but I am nervous anyway. The show is $10. This band features three killoggs members (Me, Emmanuel and Denny), so if you're bored and have $10 burning a hole in your pocket, come see us. We play instrumental music that is sometimes heavy, sometimes somber, but always bouzouki.
we're billed as invisible thrones but i think we've changed our name to psalms since then.
has been pretty lame so far. I mean the last part of 2005 has been great. Maybe it's because I'm 30. The feeling of being stuck, TRYING to be happy, and just general malasie is an everyday occurrance lately. Maybe it's just the winter blahs. I hope so. Enough bitching from me. Boo fucking Hoo...
I think I want to try the strawberry shortcake from each of the bakeries in Lexington Market.
Walking around through the east market, all of the bakeries have little cartons with strawberries and whipped cream smooshed up into the clear plastic boxes- not aesthetic, but appetizing.
Today I got a slice at "Kim's" for $2. It was okay...it is a hard thing to fuck up.
There were other bakeries with better looking cartons of smooshed shortcake, but I had passed by them by the time I'd made up my mind. I knew I wanted something sweet. I was walking between the vendors, eyeing up chocolates and poorly airbrushed erotic cakes, listening to the sound of things frying, and wondering if that gyro place is any good.
For a half a second, I almost got a gyro for lunch today. I talked myself out of it, because I had a plan.
I had specifically envisioned a Faidley's crabcake, and that is what I got. A regular crabcake, with "the works." The works is just lettuce and tomato. The fried round ball of crabmeat was served between two slices of white bread. $4.99. "For here or to go?"
"For here." Standing room only. There's tables, but no chairs. I stood at a table and flattened my crabcake onto the bread with a fork. I basted the fried surface with tartar sauce, and arranged the lettuce evenly. As I ate, I read the price chart that Faidley's charges to ship their lump crabcakes all over the country. $12. apiece plus overnight UPS shipping.
I've had one of those all-lump crabcakes before, and it was truly the crabcake experience.
Today, I didn't have $11. for that, so I just got the regular crabcake. "All lump," for those not in the know, is just the biggest, meatiest chunks of crab - none of the haystack-textured bits of crabmeat found in your average crabcake.
I was heading back towards work with a full stomach when I decided to grab some cake or cookies for later.
I didn't wait for later. I took some bites of this strawberry shortcake the minute I got back into the office.
You don't need any kind of ID of any sort, picture, non-picture, nothing to get through TSA security at airports.
All you need is a boarding pass. All you need at the airlines to get your boarding pass is your original confirmation code from purchasing. This is typically a combination of five letters and numbers.
That's it. You'll get patted down, but they'll let you through with a boarding pass only on domestic flights.
Now: explain to me why I can't accompany friends to their gates, go watch the planes take off, access the food and the shops in the terminals with my friends while I'm waiting for a flight? The terrorists had boarding passes. (They also, presumably, had ID's for that matter.) Everyone gets patted down, everyone gets herded shoeless through metal detectors. Apparently you could have a boarding pass in someone else's name, pretend to be them, and still fly. WHY won't they let family members through security, exactly? Bomb-free family members with IDs?! What kind of non-threat does the ownership of a boarding pass signify, especially one wholly unaccompanied by any kind of corroborating ID?!
I think next time I fly, I'm going as C. Everett Koop. Why let them track my movements through this country if I'm guaranteed neither comfort nor security as a result?
2-20-06
Atlantic Highlands, NJ
A Kodiak Bear was spotted on a playground of Dirk Funk Elementary today, and charged some kids on a swingset.
"We were pretty frightened, and alarmed," says teacher Collette Clitatouchie, "but fortunatley Principal Bernard Fuddle chased it off with a broomstick."
The bear is currently missing and being searched for by Monmouth County authorities.
"Thank god, no one was hurt, but I'd like to take credit for being a hero." added Pr. B. Fuddle
