Thursday, June 25, 2009
I accepted an offer with a Hispanic agency in Orange County, and I'm absolutely thrilled. Marketing jobs are very few and far between right now, so I feel quite grateful. Also, I'm glad I'll be able to put my Spanish to use,* and I positively loved the atmosphere at the agency and the people whom I'll be working under.
*I don't think asking for margaritas these past few years has been "using my Spanish," so this is a legit opportunity to keep it alive.
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Wow, I'm digressing already. Here's the deal: Contador is quite splendid, and I truly hope he
Honestly, I don't hate Armstrong. Though it probably seems like I do. I think what he's done for cycling has been fantastic, and I commend him for raising money and bringing attention to the fight against cancer. I do, however, disagree with his taste in women--and--here's what truly irks me: his insistence on referring to himself as "we." Um? Is your ego so large, Lancie, that you believe there are multiple Armstrongs inhabiting the same body? Here's a recent quote from the
"Ninety minutes of the kind of watts we were putting out were what we needed to remind the body of what we need to do.”
I wonder if I would have more success, in, say, my dating life, if I started to refer to myself in the plural:
"Wow, we really enjoyed ourselves this evening. Would you mind not slobbering so much next time you kiss us?"
Or, I could try it at my next job interview:
"We have a lot of experience dealing with shitty clients. You should definitely hire us."
Despite Lance's ego problems, here's one thing I will say: The dude's got some serious sperm-regeneration capabilities. Have you not heard about this? His girlfriend just gave birth to another Armstrong child. What's puzzling is that Armstrong was deemed sterile after chemo, and his dear first wife resorted to having hormone shots in her ass and in vitro in order to bear him three children. I'm assuming Mr. Armstrong and New Girlfriend weren't using protection. Probable conversation:
Her: Wow. I guess I can get off the Pill, since, you're, um, sterile?
Him: Yeah, baby, it's awesome. I won't have to worry about your pill-induced mood swings.
A few months later...
Her: Um ... Lance, I'm pregnant.
Him: I DEMAND A PATERNITY TEST!
Monday, June 15, 2009
Friday, June 05, 2009
One of my friends is out of town, so I offered to "housesit" even though I don't think his place needed any sitting. BUT INTERNET, IT'S AWESOME. I'm pretty much in heaven. My bike(s) and I have been attacking every road, singletrack trail, and section of dirt with the same ferocity that a starving person would apply to a dripping slab of prime rib. There is nowhere better in the world to ride a bike. And that's a fact. I have such an affinity for the riding here because it's where I fell in love with cycling, and because the mountains and hills are perfect and beautiful and they hold so many dear memories to me. I'm re-living my favorite years every ride I take right now, and even though I happen to be out of work, just ended a relationship, and am facing the possibility of starting over completely, I'm absolutely ecstatic and thrilled with life right now.
I'm gushing. I know.
When I'm not on my bike, I've been catching up with friends here. Our Sunday morning agenda? The Walk of Shame. We'll set up shop on the busiest party street in town. We won't be doing any walks of shame, but rather, heckling those bleary eyed, hungover college students who are stumbling back to their cars wearing what they could find of last night's clothes. It's wildly entertaining. After that, we're going to do a "death march," a euphemistic name for a four-hour mt. ride that involves climbing some large peaks and descending off of small cliffs.
So, anyhow, as you can tell, I have a full agenda.