Cause I’m a Ninja

22 08 2008

or a street punk. But really, I’m that super dangerous vandal/thief/puppy killer. Right? Right? I totallllllly look it.

Adventures in the City: Episode #3

Time for the big reveal:
I’ve been teaching myself to skateboard. Seriously. At 22.

Sometime after moving to the city, I realized that all that crap about needing to start young was, well, crap. Sure I’ll never be the next Ryan Sheckler. (*swoon* hey, he’s only 4 yrs younger. I think) But who cares?

My younger brother gave me his old board, and I love it. It already has that worn look that makes me look kickass when I carry it around. Just as long as no one sees me actually attempt to roll down the street… I’m psyched. I’ve been picking up on it really quickly. I feel like a little kid out there just vrrrrooooming back and forth down the street. yes. I do ‘vrrrooom’

But apparently, I’m a menace. I understand that life in the city requires a certain amount of caution. We have murders, drive-bys & crazies. The need for caution seems to give license to stereotyping – all for the sake of safety. But I am the least intimidating looking person ever. Even with a skateboard, I’m more Darla than Spanky*

The Week in Review:

Day 1
The streets near my apartment are crap and busybusybusy. So I biked** 2miles to a smoother & emptier block. I chain up my old school schwinn to a No Parking sign and roll down the block. I’m not nervous. I’ve been watching videos all weekend of 7 yr olds explaining How-To. If they can do it, I can.

why can’t I have an awesome accent?

Apparently skateboarding in this particular street is unheard of. The houseies are all cramped up inside peeking out their windows wondering what kind of crazy is outside. Believe me. I’VE SEEN THEM. They peek out regularly to make sure I’m not breaking in across the street. A woman stood watching me from behind her screendoor for several long minutes (as I tripped all over myself trying to stay on my feet) before closing the front door and clicking the 20million deadlocks across. So… streetpunk/vandal seems to be the impression I’m giving. Who me?!?! How can they be suspicious? I suck! This is (quite obviously) my first time ever on a skateboard.

Ahhh. I get it. They totally see through this ‘skateboarder’ facade. I can’t fool them. I’m totally there to just tag their walls with shit like “Kanye Rocks!” or “Marilyn Manson is my God” or whatever. Because that’s what we skatepunks do. Right? We’re bad news. I’m bringing down the neighborhood.

Funny thing, I was a goody-goody & teacher’s pet through all my years of school. So this is crazyweird. The little girl scout in me wants to knock on all their doors and hand out my sweetass resume just so they respect & adore me. “See!!! I’m a good girl! I love people. I have a job! I’m responsible and friendly. Would you like to order some thin mints?” *innocent eyes & big grin*

Day 2
I didn’t get out ’til after 8pm due to my guitar lesson after work. (Learning Seaside by the Kooks!) I picked up the nearest smoothest block and rocked it! Even popped an Ollie!!!

Day 3
Roomie randomly showed up back at the apt, borrowed my clothes and did an interview in the city for a PR firm. huh. ummm… We ended up going to dinner & chillin. No boarding (or is it skating? or rolling?) tonight. Little brother told me I might want to get the shocks looked at. Shocks? What are shocks??? Must google that…

Day 4
I lied. After reviewing more footage, it has been determined that I didn’t do an Ollie on Tuesday. That was… uh… not really sure. But I did one today! Two in fact – weak – but two!!!

I has skillz
I has skillz

However, I did fall twice on my ass. Full out sprawl on the street. Both times it was a matter of one foot staying on the board and the other getting left behind… far far behind. In good news, I learned I can do the splits. In bad news, OMFG!!!!! That is gonna hurt tomorrow!

Did I mention I ripped a 3in hole in my sock? From one of the falls. woah. all through the heel. With my shoes still on…

Day 5
I hurt everywhere. Can’t wait to get back out tonight!

The End. For now.

* Little Rascals – ppplease tell me you got that
** bike? with a skateboard? loser much?

p.s. – A big thank you to cleveland’s a plum who so publicly announced her Ryan Sheckler crush. I’m no longer embarassed to admit mine. He’s just so damn adorable!

Ryan Sheckler @ AST Dew Tour

Ryan Sheckler @ AST Dew Tour


In the Meantime: A RAISE

21 08 2008

There are a million things I wish I had tried as a kid but never did because I didn’t want to start 1-2 yrs behind everyone else. For my All or Nothing personality, that meant never catching up.

The logic was: If, for example, I started playing guitar when I first wanted to at age 16 then, even as I progressed through the years, I would always remain 6 years behind my peers. Yes. Logical to the point of Illogical. It was my nature.  But not anymore.

I mentioned a few posts ago that I’m trying something new (and making an ass outa myself). I can’t wait to spill! It’s sooo COOL.  

In the meantime:

  • GOT ANOTHER RAISE!!!   thank you thank you thank you
  • love my family who came to visit for irishfesting this past wkend
  • got a bed (hallelujah!)

In other news, I’m removing negativity from my life.  I’ve always been very compromising (business-like personality) and trying to find the best for everyone.  Unfortunately, that has led some to consider me a pushover, which I am not.  I’m loyal & forgiving. Usually. 

In the past, I’ve just let things slide because it wasn’t a big enough deal to get into a tizzy about it.  BUT I’ve been pushed too far, too many times.  This is it.  I don’t give a flying fuck.  Rock on me. 

So… be nice, be positive, be willing to make the effort, or get the fuck out.


ugh. boss calling…

Dance TV Musings

8 08 2008

More interesting stories to come soon. Promise.  In the meantime, a few thoughts…

Currently watching So You Think You Can Dance season finale. Mucho Love. Except I hate that this is the end until next summer. 😦  I want it to just keep going.

I have similar feelings about the ACDC / M&M finale at Teen Choice Awards. Yes I DID watch just to see the dance battle.  If you care to know what I thought:  I think the camera guy who shot the ACDC routine was drunk.  I have the same feelings sometimes about SYTYCD because the camera will swoop and spin in such a way that it simply must be cabled like that do in stadiums for the football games.  Drives me nuts.  Dance of this calibur does not need the extra flash of fun camera-ing.

So sad ACDC is over. I want it back. Guess I’ll just have to keep hoping they’ll keep posting videos just for the hell of it.

PS – Rock on SYTYCD for classing it up with all that extra cultural influence this season with the Bollywood and Russian Trepak pieces.  Phenom.

First NBA Game!

3 03 2008

Went to my first NBA game!!!  Hell yes!  Holy crap.  These things are huge events!  I mean, I worked in the proshop for 3 seasons for the NFL and know the gameday rush.  I’ve been to my fair share of football, soccer, & rugby games.  This was my v.first professional basketball game.

Considering the team we were against, SCE was pretty convinced a loss was inevitable. He works the pregame promotions for extra cash and free tickets to all the home games. The previous night he had invited roomie and I to come to the game.  As he had left his watch at my place, I figured we’d go and I’d give him the watch.  Except roomie changed plans.

Just after bugging SCE for a 1 more ticket so that roomie’s photographer could join us as well, photoboy decided he didn’t want to go after all.  As in, “sports? ew.”  I was PISSED. SCE didn’t invite me he invited us.  If she didn’t go… that made it more of a date.  Not that I have anything against dates.  But consider this:  Let’s say you more or less mess around with someone but aren’t really interested much past that.  You invite her and her friend to a game.  Then it turns into just you and the girl.  Seems pretty drawn doesn’t it? Feeling a bit setup?

Well, as it turns out, it was a ton of fun.  He had saved me one of the baseball caps they were selling as promotions, and we walked to find seats.  Ours, being free, were somewhere up in the 400s.  But we grabbed seats just half up from the court.  It was amazing!  We talked and joked around through most of the game.  The little sideshows happening at each timeout were hilarious.  Loved the little parachutes flying down off the ceiling, the mascot backflipping across the court (and into one of the officials!), skankyass dancers in their gogo boots, watching the kiss cam, and *sigh* Tony Parker. (no, Eva was not present) The game itself was really exciting too!

The other team was in control through the 3rd quarter until we had an 11-3 run late in the fourth, capped by a major driving layup that gave us a 94-93 lead with only 20 seconds left! Then it was just shot after shot, foul after foul. The game ended after our missed free throws left us 2 under at 96-94. Disappointing last second. But the time leading up to those final seconds was AMAZING.

Damn.  Love basketball games.

He walked me back to my car, and we made plans to meet up at the bar roomie & photoboy were at.  He bought me a few drinks, and we just hung out joking around & talking shit about the college kids all around us.  It feels almost weird to be with someone not stressing about classes or profs or getting a job.  You get so used to it.  Come midnight, he walked me back to my car.  Hug but no kiss.  And then I went home, and he off to see JL.

Will write thoughts about this later…


1 02 2008

Because there is not much hotter than Cristiano Ronaldo and a beautiful car.

found via footyblog

I can’t help it.  I love good ads.  Come on, I’m in marketing.  Some of my favorite pastimes include checking I believe in Advertising daily, ripping pages out of magazines, the Andy Awards, & of course, the Super Bowl (and you thought I watched it just for the football)

p.s.  if you haven’t already, check out the andy awards.  all the best commericals and print ads ever are there.  you can view the winners all the way back to 1999!

21 01 2008



I hate you Giants.

I hate you Packers.  WTF kind of game was that???  Why the fuck did you decide to practice INDOORS with a frozen football?!?!?!  That is NO way to prepare for the freezing temps!  You KNEW you were gonna play in -25 degrees (wind chill).

via NYT Against Giants, Breaks Don’t Go Favre’s Way

I know it’s cold out.  We go through this every year.  But seriously?!?! to the GIANTS???  Way to drop the ball.  Literally.  Over and over.  You got lucky with so many breaks like that shit kick from Tymes in the 4th.  Can’t luck your way into the Superbowl.  And you sure as hell would’ve been stomped had you actually made it to Phoenix with throws like that last interception.  Brett, come on.  Really?  You’re better than that.

Packers, I still love you.  Deep deep down.  Give me 6months to recover from this game.  Then we’ll be back full force.  Fans behind you.  100%. 

via The Frozen Tundra

Life is Wonderful

5 12 2007

When you’re bleeding out your ears with work to be done, it’s difficult to find time to slack off.  However, I am very talented.  Thank you, thank you. I know.  It’s challenging, but I manage.

As I needed a good reason today to shift from the piles sitting before me, I decided enough with this snow.  I love it. I live it. Come on, you have to if you’re gonna survive here.  However, I’m in desperate need of snow boots.  I have none and something needs to be done before I’m found curled up dead in the ice 3days after I went out to shovel out the Rabbit.  So slacking off…

Since I’m online dicking around anyway I might as well read up and see what I’ve been missing… Life really is wonderful as there are a million new updates from the last few days! Thank you all so much for providing fresh/juicy/funny nonsense posts!  Just for you, I’ve also dredged up some of my favorite posts for your giggling enjoyment.



…and I know I’m the only one here who cares, but…