Jealousy: I haz it

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Kicking around story ideas in my head for the past two months (!!!!) has been a little exhausting. I have two word processing documents that start two stories. Each document is about a page long.

One features an awesome dog named Lucy. The other has a motorcycle. I want to write you both. I really do, but I work 45 hours a week. The blog, which takes half an hour a day (tops..mostly maybe ten minutes) has suffered.

All of this happened and I get word (via twitter and her website) that Marissa from The Anti DC that she has quit her part time sex shop peddling to focus on fiction.

THE JEALOUSY! IT BURNS!

Although if we all think about it, I will likely spend one hour a day (tops) writing and approximately six hours watching telly and playing videos games and three catching up on the google reader.

I get that if I want to write, I should probably write for an hour sometime after I get home from work and sometime before I go to sleep. There's about four quality hours that somehow get lost between dinner, television, and reading. I get that most full time bloggers supporting themselves with their writing first were working a full time job plus their full time blogging before they were able to switch. I get it.

I just don't know where they get the time.

Blur's Midlife Medley

Popscene was made to merge into Song 2. Its nice to see PR going on for Blur, but buying the newer best of seems silly as I already have every Blur song, like ever.

The video is nice to watch still. And I know the song isn't exciting, but No Distance Left To Run? Is that song just not good anymore to them?

[via Victorian Horror/Facebook/Blur marketing campaign]

OMG Mad Men. New. In August.

ACK! There was a point when it felt like there would never be a a new Madmen, ever ever ever. In fact, I was nearly complacent with seeing Jon Hamm on 30 Rock. And while there's not really anything new in the clip, its still great: shit is going to go down this season.

That clip is way more exciting than the new Twilight movie.

[From Basket of Kisses, one of the two Mad Men crazy blogs I follow]

Dr Pepper Ads make me feel better...

Twitter: Just Another Way To Get Porn Spammed

Really, though? Aren't we all sick of seeing too much of Britney Spears? There isn't a better spamming option out there?

The Sims 3: I Want You

Yeah. It's been four years since I've played the Sims, but oh, how we had great times together.

RE: Your decision to honk your horn

The car horn is a bewildering thing. In this world of fine-tuned, direct, and instant communication, it gets everyone's attention, not just the person you want.

It is really, really loud.

Last night there was a wedding just letting out next to my apartment building while I was walking home from work. I have no feelings about this until a random delivery truck honks it horn (in celebration?) as I'm walking past.

I scream and jump about a mile in the air. Big truck horns are louder than normal horns (for safety reasons?) and are usually unnecessary. Its noise.

Horns are always (always!) irritating. I know, you want to get the attention of your friend across the street, you need to let the asshole in front of you know you're pissed, or you're waiting outside someone's building and are tired of waiting. You believe the horn is the best way to do this.

I'm here to tell you: call the cell phone of the person you see. Let go of the fact that jerk just cut you off. The horn, while it relieves whatever you are feeling, spikes a feeling of complete and utter irritation in everyone around you.

Example: in the parking lot next to my apartment, there are very few spaces to park. It is a small parking lot. Someone had arrived in the middle of the night and parked in the middle of the the parking lot, blocking cars on both sides from easily getting out.

It is five in the morning when a woman begins honking her horn in frustration at this vehicle. Yes: at five in the morning, this woman was trying to leave and while having trouble getting out of the lot, she repeatedly honked her horn. Not just little beep beeps!, but long, ugly beeeeeeeeeeeps. I know you are frustrated. You are blocked in through no fault of your own.

But now? I'm frustrated at you. I was sleeping. And you are being just as infuriating as the illegally parked car.

DC must be the capital of the frustrated honk. Look, traffic is bad in DC, and I know you're angry that it isn't moving as fast as you'd like. Honking your horn isn't going to change much of anything. Seriously. You just spread your irritation to everyone around you like the rage virus.

Even short beep beeps! are weird. I see a flash of your car and my mind twists around, trying to figure out if I know you, if I'm in your way, or if you are also confused as to who I am -- thinking I am someone else, you honked to say hi.

Honking your horn is loud and ambiguous at the same time. Unless someone's life is danger, please stop it.