Weekday Wrap-up
People always say they "feel naked" if they've been without their cell phone for any amount of time. I never feel this way. In fact, I left my cell phone at home on Tuesday for the whole day and didn't realize it til late afternoon.
I feel naked without the Internet. Oh, 'net, how I love thee. Last night we were at a work party at Heather's j-o-b (wherein I produced Switzerland-themed desserts) and it ran a bit long (let's just say there was a game wherein I had to wear gloves, hat, and scarf, while opening a present with a fork and a knife) and when I finally got home I was excited about the Internet.
The main reason I was excited was because I wanted to see who had won Game 4 of the World Series so I could blog about baseball again and team spirit and Detroit's economy. But, alas, when I opened up my laptop and loaded up latimes.com (oh, routine, how I love thee), Tim Brown's article was about how Game 4 was rained out. And it was a brilliant article in which he painted a picture of what they all did instead of playing ball (Tony La Russa signed baseballs, Leyland penciled alterations to his batting order).
But I was still disappointed, and even now that Game 4 has actually happened (Detroit lost, I'm getting emotional) I don't have words better than Tim Brown's. So go read his stuff. So I closed my laptop and settled in for America's Next Top Model, my favorite currently-airing TV show. The brilliance that is Tyra Banks is simply unexplainable. Sadly, tranquility was not to be last night; the tape didn't work and we'll have to wait until this weekend to watch it online. The stars were definitely not aligned.
I had to hang up on my mom yesterday too because she started talking about one of the Forbidden Topics--things I can't think or talk about or I get really upset and slip instantly into a cloud of depression. And I felt so bad because I knew that if I stayed on the line any longer I would die but I didn't want to just hang up (she knows about the Topics) so I hurriedly ended the call before she could say any more.
Insert Clever Transition Here.
And, Heather Anne is hosting the Hoagies which pretty much makes her the coolest person ever. I, of course, would love a faux-gold turkey but thought that it was totally weird to campaign for oneself. And then I realized that I didn't even know which Hoagie I wanted because there are a couple categories.
So, if I were to run for a Hoagie, should I run for "super best writing" or "blogger who should be president"?
Comments
Oh yes, I know about the topics. My instant response? A firm " I have to go right now. Bye!"
Hoagies! Yay! Where's the red carpet?
Posted by: Aakanksha | October 27, 2006 3:29 AM
sometimes i wake up in the middle of the night because i miss the internet. it's a tight bond, me and the web.
Posted by: heather anne | October 27, 2006 6:20 AM
When I moved into my first apartment, I didn't think I'd be able to afford both cable and internet, so I tried to live without them. I made it a week before I ordered the internet. True story.
Posted by: Jennie | October 27, 2006 8:55 AM
Hi, Abigail!
Run for President. Totally. Especially if you already know how to get out of conversations addressing topics you don't want to address! (That was a jab at politicians, not you.)
When the power is down, and the internet is not available, I seriously flounder around like a fish out of water for something to do, even though I have plenty of non-internet-related hobbies, like knitting. Sadly, even my piano is electric. I usually end up trying to read a book by flashlight. And when the power comes back, I kiss my monitor.
Posted by: Talena | October 27, 2006 10:34 AM
Aanks, that is exactly what I say.
Heather Anne, would you say it's a tight web, you and the web?
Jennie, one time I didn't think I would be able to afford Starbucks. It turns out it was food I actually couldn't afford.
Talena, I totally understand. I sleep with my laptop.
Posted by: Abigail | October 27, 2006 2:09 PM