Electric Ladyland

World Series Champions

The Red Sox are World Series Champions again in 2007, sweeping the Colorado Rockies 4 games to none.

Can you believe it?

The impish instinct

I'm working late one night this week.  Intently.  On some Very Important Memo™. 

*Pelt*

*Pelt* *Pelt*

I look up.  Around.  Under the desk.  "What the...?"

*Pelt*

Finally my eyes land on a pair of rubber bands in the corner by my printer.  Somebody has been lobbing large rubber bands at me from down the hall, skillfully ricocheting them off the wall and straight at yours truly.  This somebody shall remain nameless.

Something had to be done about it.  A full-on rubber band slingshot war ensued.

I was pretty sure all had been settled after that brief outbreak of hostilities was over, but then I found my stuffed froggie strung up on my office chair the next morning. 

Tonight I rearranged said froggie dangling from rubber bands in a montage right over the monitor of my nemesis.  He'll arrive to work tomorrow and it'll be on.

Oh, and the Sox won again tonight.  They're up 2-0 in the World Series.  Okajima was lights out.  They gotta be proud in Japan!  And after Beckett's dominating performance in Game 1, even the straight boys are all googly-eyed about him.  I love this team.

Boston bats come alive

So much for the vaunted hot streak:  the Sox owned the Rockies 13-1 tonight.  Beckett started by striking out the side and as he did, I began to think "Hm, that right there is an attractive man!" for some reason.  Was it the giant ass-whomping he was unleashing on our World Series rivals?  Yeah, that was pretty much it.  Anyway, after Commander Kick Ass signaled his continued dominant playoff presence we went into the bottom of the 1st and Dustin Pedroia smashed a homer right off the Green Monster.  That kicked off a flurry of Red Sox offense that basically didn't stop until it was far too late.  The Rockies came unglued.  They walked 3 runs in!  According to a fan Twittering live from Fenway Park, it got so bad that even the Fenway fans booed the runs being walked in.  Where does that happen?  We truly entered bizarro land.  Well, if Giuliani can be a Red Sox fan I guess the Red Sox fans can support their competition.  Go figure.

This is some way to kick off the World Series.  I will not complain one bit.  But Game 1 was Game 1 and we hit the reset button for Game 2.  It could be a totally different scene the next time those teams meet up.  I will probably be watching from the bar with my crazy calligraphy friends like last week.  There will be beer, friends and baseball (and fish and chips!  and wings!).  Should be fun.

Now I will leave you with something else bizarre to cap off this strange day.  My friend's hosting a big sushi party at her house next month and she's going all out with the event planning, queuing up YouTube videos to show on the wall as we scarf down the tasty treats.  She sent me this tonight, saying quite simply that it was "f***ed up."  I lived in Japan so you'd think I'd have some sort of explanation for this.  And I love sushi to boot.  But no, this is just f***ed up.  Enjoy it for all its bizarreness:  NHK's Sushi Picnic.

Where are my wristbands?

Which Female Action Hero Are You?
	You are Wonder Woman. You have a powerful and strong personality, and you use your persuasiveness and wisdom to keep firm control over your world.  You are hard to break.
Find Your Character @ BrainFall.com

Working late and in need of a brief diversion before diving back into some analysis, I took a break and noodled around on FaceBook.  I have a friend who, if she were a female action hero, would be Princess Leia.  Sounds pretty cool - I could dig that.  But my test results say I'm Wonder Woman.  Hrm.  Not that I have any problem with that but sometimes you don't want to be the uber-woman/superwoman/whatever.  We quote-unquote liberated women of the 21st century are still grappling with the superwoman thing.  But reading up on Wonder Woman I see the Greek goddess Artemis was the inspiration for her character and that's neat because as a little girl reading Greek mythology I identified with her the most.  Guess it comes round full circle.

My Sox are World Series bound!

And that... is how we do that.  The Red Sox are American League Champions and I am gonna have to rest up these next two nights because then I am on World Series duty!  This involves more recliner-sitting, staring intently at the TV, occasionally yelling something good/bad at said TV, and pacing around the house while sipping on a beer.  Dad at the home office claims he's got work to do (whaaaaat?) that will keep him from watching the beginning innings of Game 1.  Guess I've got to take on the fan's burden for our family.  I'll be there.  You can count on it. 

GO SOX!

Dwight vs. the computer

This is one of my favorite scenes from The Office in quite some time.  Jim and Pam take messing with Dwight to a new, IM-enabled level.  Priceless and, for any of us who might have engaged in such pranks (cough), a little familiar in its execution.  Reminds me of an email-based prank my fellow computer consultants and I played on a little punk who richly deserved it back at Oberlin in the mid-90s when email was still new to most people.  He fell for it hook, line and sinker.  Nothing as elaborate as what you see Dwight buying here but it was still pretty good!  As for Dwight's response to being pranked, I appreciate the binary code shout-out.  Too bad it doesn't mean anything though!

Some days are just wrong - part II

It's Friday and my buddies down here with me in Finance are getting a little silly, playing Weird Al Yankovic songs before we head out to dinner together.  We are all definitely a little punchy.  Time for the weekend.

Today was another one of those days that was just plain wrong.  Lots of things came up at work that required focused attention but then my work PDA broke and I lost my debit card.  WTF.

I think I should have known.  Started my day with a hangover, after all.  That was my fault although I partly blame it on the Boston Red Sox and their insane Commander Kick Ass for making me get a little rambunctious at Phebe's last night, knocking a pint of Stella all over the table while yelling "Booyah!" as Beckett punched a K in the 8th inning.  It's playoff baseball and they were facing elimination.  Nuff said.

Now off to that dinner with my buddies.  More cutting up is necessary to relieve the stress of this week, especially this day.  We're going to go for French food and I'll enjoy a chance to get my French on. 

I am easily amused

Late night insomniac fun.  Every once in a while (well, more often than that) I get keyed up and can't sleep.  When this happens I often end up lost in the labyrinth of Wikipedia, rummage for new music, get frustrated at how long it's taking to download that latest episode of Heroes I missed, and check up on all my friends' blogs.  I found this on my calligraphy classmate's blog.  I could have way too much blasphemous fun with this.  Reminds me of the MTA sign generator, which inspired a lot of snarky submissions from straphangers frustrated with service changes and delibilitating outages brought on by rain storms.

Oh hey, I heard the cheerful ding of my download completing.  Bring on the Heroes.  No Zzs for me.

Atmospheric shift

The wooden floors of my apartment have grown chilly to the touch in the mornings and the evenings.  There are still roses in bloom on my street but I'm afraid their season is drawing to a close.  Leaves are falling on the sidewalk and there's a stillness in the air.  I just came across this lovely haiku and wanted to share:

He says a word,
and I say a word -- autumn
is deepening
     -- Kyoshi

Showin' me love

This is what awaited me when I arrived to work after a week off today.  One of my best friends from work, the one whose label maker I have plans to put in Jello (maybe he knows?) did this:  my name in chopsticks!  Sweet!  Forget the rose petals, this is what true lurve is all about.

Ranks up there with the security systems tech who greets me with the Vulcan salute whenever he sees me because we're both Trek fans.  He has been known to leave the following greetings in my office while I've been away from the office:

My very own Post-It Note from Spock himself.  Aww yeah.  He did a kind of funny drawing of the Vulcan hand salute.  Note the plastic house flies on top of my monitor - those are from a different coworker, who sprinkled them in all sorts of not-readily-noticeable places in my office while I was out this summer.  He also gifted me with a realistic looking roach that will scuttle down a glass window if you put it on there. 

Not only did I get a personalized Post-It Note from Spock but I got my very own commemorative drawing of a starship on my whiteboard.  Oh yes.  I kept that on there for a while among all the work-related technicolor scribblings I had up there.  It kept me in an irreverent and slightly silly frame of mind through the long work days I was having.

Now that I'm in a new space at work that just happens to be close to Mr. House Fly and Cockroach Prankster and Mr. Name-in-Chopsticks Prankster I think more of these shenanigans are on the way.  Of course I know how to deal it too.  Heh heh.