Monday, February 22, 2010

The Dumbest Thing I've Ever Done

I don't think I've ever been as embarrassed as when this happened yesterday afternoon. When I tweet music I'm listening to, I copy and paste the music note symbol because I like it. I have no idea how to make it myself on the keyboard. Thus, the following tweets by me:
♫ "Big Machine" - The Goo Goo Dolls ( #pandora Used to listen to this song on the band bus to away games. Good times.

GOOD GOD. While attempting to embolden text in Word, I accidentally hit command+V. I NOW KNOW HOW TO MAKE A ♫ WITHOUT COPYING AND PASTING.

♫♫♫♫♫ (I MADE THOSE MYSELF!) "Glycerine" live and acoustic - Bush ( #pandora

*several minutes pass*

Well, now wait a minute. I must be the most idiotic person on earth. I just realized command+V is the paste shortcut...

I wasn't sure how to react after the world's worst blonde moment. I guess eating peanut butter out of a 3lb jar with a butter knife was a good follow-up, though.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

If it plays ringtone-like Beyonce music, it's not Monopoly.

EDIT (3-7-10): apparently lost their image of the new monopoly, and replaced it with a fuzzy screencap of two guys. No idea how to explain this. The article is still there though. I'm hoping it gets fixed though. Trying to imagine how those two images could have been mixed up really boggles my mind.

Guys, this is kind of tragic. I just had to share this with you. I have a pot of hot chai tea calling my name, but I'm fending that desire off just so that I can freak out a little about this.

I clicked on Safari the other day, and my homepage (Yahoo!) pops up as usual. I see a curious link that reads "'Monopoly' Gets a Makeover, but Will Die-Hard Fans Buy It?" I click it. And this disgusting abomination meets my eyes:

What in the HELL. "...with debit cards and an ATM instead of paper money and a banker, clear plastic representations of the classic tokens (bye-bye, little boot!), and clips of popular songs (like Rihanna’s 'Umbrella,' Daniel Powter’s 'Bad Day,' and Beyonce's 'Crazy in Love') that play after certain actions." Excuse me, but if this game is playing Beyonce, it's not Monopoly anymore. Monopoly doesn't play music. It is a very simple game that is SQUARE and has pewter tokens and colorful greenbacks and...and...*bursts into tears*

It's also a game that I never, ever win. So I guess this doesn't affect me much, because I only try my luck semi-annually, if that. Hmph.

Well that was all. Time for tea.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Snowmageddon in Pittsburgh

Here's how you know I like to resist fate (even though I'm a pretty extreme existentialist). Stephen and I sat in the leasing office of an apartment complex in Greentree a week or so ago, contemplating whether or not we should wait to move in til March, or to just take the one that was open now. I happen to believe that certain songs come on for special reasons. You see, for a few days before that moment, I had been serenading Stephen with "Every Rose has its Thorn." Not for any particular reason except to keep him from sleeping at night. I haven't heard that song played in public for at least five years, and while we were sitting in the leasing office, that song came on. And I looked at Stephen and said "It's a sign. We're taking the apartment." And I could have taken the impending storm as a very bad sign, but it wasn't going to happen. And that was that.

We signed the lease on February 5th. That day happened to be the first day of the Snowpocalypse / Snowmageddon / #snOMGpgh in Pittsburgh. The snow started at around noon. I got two carfuls of junk here, Stephen got two carfuls of junk here, and then twenty inches of snow fell. And all we had to eat were chips. So since Stephen and I are lovers of food and cannot possibly go a day without a meal, we opted to brave the roads the next day to go down the road to Giant Eagle. It's now Tuesday, and Pitt has been closed the last two days. It's kind of unprecedented, because Pitt NEVER closes. But I think there would be rioting if they didn't close. That is, there would be rioting if people could actually get out of their homes, which they can't.

Then we found out another storm was coming. And could drop another ten inches. And Stephen is irate because the shovel-napping neighbors stole his parking spot, which he spent several hours snowblowing, shovelling, and salting*. On his way back to his parents' to drop off the snowblower, someone drove down and thought "Gasp! Look at this beautiful, clean parking spot! Someone must have done a lot of hard work to do this!" Then they pulled in. Of course, the neighbors have begun to both fear and respect us** and as soon as we got back, they moved the interloping car and were very friendly about the mistake. Today, he left for his physical therapy appointment, and a Mini Cooper pulled into the spot. Those particular people seemed ignorant of the events of the previous night, though, so we'll have to do something about that.

Well, I'm going to document round two of Snowmageddon. Later or tomorrow I'd like to post a progressive look at the snowfall from my window. And I hope I'm sitting right here by this time tomorrow, too. Pitt cancelling classes yet another day would be cause for serious celebration.***

* best boyfriend on earth
** by "us" I mean Stephen
*** lots of beer