“In My Time of Dying”

By now I’m sure that most people in my social network and in my personal life have figured out that my relationship status has gone from “in a relationship” to “single.” Not to make light of the situation, but everyone knows that when it happens on Facebook, it’s really official.

{Currently listening to Neil Young: “The Needle and the Damage Done”}

Harvest, Neil Young Harvest Moon, Needle and the Damage Done, Old Man, Heart of Gold

Neil Young

I don’t even have a playlist made for this occasion. That’s how serious things have become. I find myself grasping desperately at any song that might make me feel better.

A Perfect Circle: "Mer De Noms" album cover

When I want to be angry and spiteful, I might put on A Perfect Circle when I’m driving or listen to some Fiona Apple, but then there are times when I want to be happy, so I’ll put on some Passion Pit or MGMT. But the happiness seems forced.

Passion Pit: Chunk of Change album coverWriting with raw emotion is not something that I am used to. I usually practice restraint and throw out the quick-witted joke here and there, but now that all seems mundane. I know that this too shall pass, but my questions is when? Exactly how much time has to pass before I am able to get some answers?

So I decide to let go and let iTunes do its little shuffle thing and we’ll see how it goes from there. Pretty good I’d say.

{Led Zeppelin: “In My Time of Dying”}

Led Zeppelin, In My Time of Dying
Led Zeppelin Live in San Francisco, 1969

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Music really can save your life. And now that we’re in the age of the iPod, it’s easy to be a control freak and decide each and every song that comes on. But every now and then, if you have a little faith and leave things up to fate you may be happily surprised.


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More ranting, anyone?

Since the beginning of the summer, I’ve been compiling a list of things that I absolutely hate. They are mostly social faux pas, but some do relate to Web writing. Here they are, for you reading pleasure:

  • Conversate. According to Jesse Sheidlower, editor of the OED, it is a word. Much to my dismay. Using it, however, will not make you sound smart, it will only make you sound like a fool.
  • Using the word literally too much or in the wrong context. This summer, my cousin and her Auburn Greek-life friends said the word no less than 87,000 times. Literally. If you hate it as much as I do, check out this blog that tracks the use of the word.
  • When people type “prolly” instead of “probably” in their text messages and/or on Facebook.
  • When people (girls are especially notorious for this) draw out the last letter of their words on Facebook. For example, “Pleaseeeee.” That is read as “please-y.” If you want to be whiny and annoying, pleeaase do it correctly.
  • Air quotes.
  • This is unrelated, but I can’t stand it when I’m driving and the person in front of me does the stop-and-turn. It enrages me.

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So that’s about it for now. More hateful ranting to come. If you have any questions or concerns, leave a comment and we can prolly conversate about it.


You’re fired.

This past Tuesday I went into work only to be met with a paycheck and the phrase, “Don’t bother clocking in.” Apparently I was fired because I wasn’t available to work the hours I was scheduled. Which, of course is total bullshit. I told the owners the week I was hired that I wouldn’t be available Halloween weekend because I had two weddings to go to out of town. Halloween was the day of their not-so-Grand Opening, and they, without voicing this to me, needed me to work that day.

My question is, why did they even hire me if they knew they were just going to fire me three weeks later? Morons.

At least I got a $270 paycheck out of the deal.

(If you’re curious where I worked, how about you do me a favor and don’t become a fan of them on Facebook. Or give them any of your money. Ever.)


Sorry for ranting.