Lazy Morning

Mira made the comment about how great the potential was for the laziness of this morning, so I decided to act upon it. After I wrote an e-mail to a clinician about one of my boys, I sorted my laundry and then put in a load. After that burst of productivity, it was sheer slothyness (term borrowed from Friends of Mira. All Rights Reserved) from then on.

When I threw on the TV, I was disappointed to see that my usual dose of Sports Center was delayed for live action from the Women's World Cup. Now I can say that I love sports, even women's soccer, not exactly a popular choice amongst the heterosexual male. But I wanted football highlights and baseball. Women's World Cup can wait till the round of 16. Or at least if the Americans were on. Instead the matchups were Japan : England and Nigeria : Sweden. Yeah. But I got over myself and actually the soccer was pretty exciting at points. That British girl Katie Smith is a beast. I'd like to say it was th e training she got at the American university that is the cause.

My patience was rewarded with a 90-minute Sports Center featuring two of the network's more dry, random humorists. Is it wrong that I not only watch the show for the sports highlights but actually for the entertainment in it? Those guys are funny sometimes. Actually most of the time. And yeah I do have favorites. But it was just what the doctor ordered.

And now the music finally joins the proceedings and I immediately think of a new blog for my media site, because Ma$e was a star that burned out too quick. He was a much better version of Fabolous, before Fabolous. And I like Fabolous.
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Now playing: Ma$e - Lookin' At Me (feat. Puff Daddy)
via FoxyTunes

How Do You Solve A Problem Like Restless Legs?

Due to my recent spike in television consumption, combined with my digestion and acute attention to advertisements, I've learned that I may suffer from Restless Legs Syndrome. According to the commercials, people that suffer from the affliction have symptoms like weird fidgeting in their legs and the incessant urge to move around. Thank God I saw these messages cause I was actually considering cutting back on the SoBe Energy Coolattas from Dunkin Donuts.

Now though, since I have identified the real problem, how exactly do I combat this RLS (as the cool kids refer to is)? Well I never would have known about it, if not for an ad for Mirapex, a medication aimed at calming the symptoms of the syndrome. But the lovely people at Boehringer Ingelheim, which make it, were nice enough to tell me that I might feel the urge to fall asleep during normal everyday activities like driving. And after I did more research, I found that it might initiate hallucinations and compulsive gambling. This all makes me somewhat wary. I just want to calm down my legs. Though the increased sex drive may be a bonus.

Just when I thought I was at my wit's end, I saw another commercial for Requip, aimed at trying to quell the same problem. Not only did this give me hope but it also offered comfort since if there were two medications for this diagnosis, it must mean there are enough people suffering just like me to motivate the pharmaceutical companies to make a profit. Sometimes you have to thank God for those lovely executives diligently working to help me live my best life possible. Like any other drug, Requip has side effects, but they only reported drowsiness, nausea, and vomiting. That is much better than spontaneous narcolepsy. Imagine if my kids took advantage of my sporadic comas. Plus the increasing reports of organ thieves frightens me and I do love to take the subway.

Now my plan was to go to Costco and get bulk supplies of toothpaste and mints so I could hide the possible effects from my future prescription. Sadly, after I did more research, I found that Requip had the same problems that Mirapex has. Compulsive gambling, dizziness when I stand up, hallucinations. It was all there. Now how can I terminate the constant motivation to actually do things and move around.

Maybe I'll just walk it off.

I've Been Up To...

Going for a run.

Realizing I am in better shape than I thought I was.

Realizing I am also nowhere near where I would like to be.

Showering.

Eating.

Rocking in chairs while eating and consuming last week's Sports Illustrated

Conversing with Posh, though it was more me on a soapbox, about sports figures, Deval Patrick, and the little snippets of different songs we absolutely adore even if we don't really care about the rest of the song.

Typing this blog.

Figuring out creative ideas for my media blog that I have not paid attentionto in forever and nobody even really reads.

Realizing that few probably even read this.

Loving that anyone reads this at all.

Thinking about a cheeseburger.

Ending this now that we have totally hit a roadblock.

The Children Need Some Regulation

As I was walking through the city, thoroughly enjoying my iPod on this scorcher of a day, I took in the many sights the city had to offer. Mainly, the many outfits people are sporting on this weekend, the unofficial start to summer. Of course, there must be some lattitude in how we judge people. Weather this year has been so scattershot, it's hard to get yourself into a groove you're comfortable with. I myself have been all over the place, where one day I planned to wear a seersucker jacket only to find long sleeves unbearable and vice versa.

But as I walked along Fulton Mall, one of the last shopping arenas that is mostly mnority and local, I saw one of the most atrocius outfits ever. In the blur, I made out a white skirt with multi colored polka dots, a tangerine tank top, and matching tangerine leggings. Yes. Yes I know. I would have taken a picture but I don't think that outfit should be committed to anyone's hard drive. It's already done damage ensconced in my memory.

And I know it's hot. And I know you're excited to wear all the clothes that you've been waiting to wear. But it doesn't mean you need them all at once. So she gets one of these.



Yeah that is a red card but man she deserved it. As the link points out, it is to show a penalty after a rules infraction and boy did she infract some rules. Beyond the embarassment, she made her clique look crazy and also hurt all of our eyes. She might be next up for execution like in Iraq. Well at least her fashion sense should be.

University of McDonald's

If the characters from McDonald's were to be at a university, what stereotypical roles would they play?

Here are my answers:

Ronald - Van Wilder class clown type. Very cheeky but very intelligent

Hamburglar - The too smart asshole

Birdie - Smart girl who drinks way too much on the weekends and has misguided notions of romance and life

Grimace - Pot head... duh (And isn't Patrick from SpongeBob a ripoff of Grimace)

Mayor McCheese - Alcoholic professor who missed his dream

Fry Kids - Frat guys or Sorority girls

McNugget Buddies - High school kids who came to visit but got way too trashed over the weekend. (See you in the fall)

Too much time on my hands or pure genius?

Yeah I decided. What do you think?

Just One Catalyst

I currently am posting from the beautiful Washington D.C. in the company of Posh and also Precious. It's been pretty fun thus far but something is starting to happen that is interesting and exciting all the time.

I love people.

Not a life changing statement. Something I've known for a while. I've told people that I would have been a sociology or anthropology major. But for some reason today, I am enjoying people even more. Maybe it's being so comfortable around Posh or just the general aura I am getting from the city. For some reason, I am approaching and interacting with strangers for no reason. Nothing too deep or too involved but it's lovely nonetheless.


So far, I have complimented a young lady on her funky but awesome hairstyle. I've also met T.O.P., a man who was dancing outside a car at the waterfront as he consumed crawfish. As we talked, I found that he was 85 (hence the look in the second pic), was in World War II, and has family throughout Brooklyn. His companion Sabrina also told me my new hat looked slick and that I seemed open to gay pride. So is Posh.


Anyway it's pretty fun and I need to figure out a way to maximize my interactions in a healthy fashion. Back to enjoy the people.

So Fresh

This old man thing is, well, I'm not sure. Over the past two weeks I have been waking up earlier than I am used to. Than I would like to. And we're talking about really early. Like birds chirp and Adam awakes early.

Honestly, I think I want to go back to sleep. But I can't. But I end up eventually waking up and feeling quite fine. Like right now I feel very relaxed and refreshed. The fact that I am actually committing coherent thought to digital form for the first time in a couple of days should be saying something.

I'm also accompanied this morning by an inspired playlist. I feel as though my computer is slowly dying. Because of that the enormous requirements of iTunes have made it unusable for anything else when that program is running. So I had to switch to Winamp, which uses less memory but for which I don't have playlists. So instead of picking and choosing what I would like to listen to I have to click a folder that most match my moods and pray the shuffle treats me well. But it is actually kind of cool to listen to music this way. In iTunes, I'm so trained to find what I want. With such a broad selection in Winamp, I really can't be too particular. And now I'm exposed to music I've forgotten or completely overlooked. Pretty awesome. Today's folder is the Soulquarians & Tongues, the music that pretty much made me an ardent music fan in my adolescence which I still feel I am in the middle of.

The Mets won.

I saw some soccer highlights.

I'm going home today.

I'm seeing Spiderman 3 on IMAX tonight

I'm seeing two of my friends tonight.

My hair should be cut pretty soon.

Hopefully I'll see my sister soon.

I am loved.

It's gonna be a good day.

12:34 5/6/7

Yeah isn't that kind of trippy and cool?

This Is An Emergency

Days off are great.

It's surprisingly warm outside. Here's the view from the Milk Street Mansion porch. A stray black dog just passed through our backyard. I was too lazy to go get a picture.

I spent like 30 minutes reading Wikipedia articles on SportsCenter anchors. It was interesting enough. Nothing worth mentioning though.

I did do some productive things. My room looks slightly less disaster like. I also made tentative plans to actually physically be in church this Sabbath asopposed to my usual internet visitation. Not much more though. It's nice to be chill not need to worry to much about things.

Peace Out

Return to life as usual.

Trying To Cut Down On Superlatives

Let's evaluate the situation.

- In one minute, my bank account will return to the land of triple digits. Its return will be longer as well due to my pick up of overtime and a lovely fake holiday that Masachusetts created so that I can claim it as extra pay.

- I watched my second straight day of Champions' League Soccer. (Wayne Rooney, Cristiano Ronaldo, Kaka, and Didier Drogba are crazy)

- Although I had to staff a child who is a mentally draining (and occasionally physically as well) for the second or third or fourth straight day, it was manageable because his family came and also because he wasn't too disruptive today.

- Staff meeting was actually enjoyable at points

- A new supervisor gave me a very nice compliment in front of some of the boys.

- I am done with work for the week

- I am done with work for the week

- Yeah I am done with work for the week

- I am fine as hell

- I have tentative plans to do social experiments on unexpecting car salesmen

- Mocha Latte is always in full effect

- Finally, I opened my thin envelope (read: rejection) from George Washington Law School in DC (my preferred location) but found a card encouraging me to be part of the wait list which is great considering it is a top 25 school.

After the analysis, this must be marked as one of the best Wednesdays ever.

I wish I could celebrate more but I celebrate in honor of Mocha, who as supervisor today was involved in I believe eight (8) holds. His XBox 360 is still out of commission as well and if it had a profile on MySpace it would kick Tom's ass out of the top spot. So I pour some liquor on the concretefor the system. And I also send out all my good vibes to Mocha.

It's a good day. God be praised.