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I’ve got a feeling…

jason — Mon, 17 Mar 2008 10:12:07 +0000

so…as I was pulling into the parking lot this morning The Beatles were on the radio:
“I’d hate to miss the train…oh yeah!”

it was rather appropriate as I managed to either miss or almost miss my train six times over the last 8 work days.

Today? On time. Early, in fact. I ran just out of habit.

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Between the selective listening, the emphatic use of the word “No” and some world-class tantrums, Sammy has firmly embraced the age of two.

We’ve been trying to teach Sammy to pick up his toys when he’s finished with them before moving on to something else (talk about hypocritical…I don’t even do that all the time!). When we have to ask him to do something three times he loses a toy. He usually doesn’t catch on right away, but he’s definitely starting to figure it out.

This led me to two thoughts:

1) The act of telling Sammy to pick up his toys is very bizarre — I hear my mom and dad in what I’m saying, usually about halfway through the sentence, and actually have to force myself to continue without cracking up at the irony.

2) I’ve got to imagine that this new and constant responsiblity of picking up his toys is frustrating to Sammy. Just like his tantrums, the repetitive calls to clean up started right when he turned two, without warning. I’m sure that if one of his friends had given him a heads up he wouldn’t have been so excited about his birthday — I would definitely be questioning whether those cupcakes were enough advance pay (hell…I still am, 30 years later!).

11th-hour decision

jason — Mon, 10 Mar 2008 10:10:56 +0000

so…yesterday marked the 5th anniversary of minorthird.com. What? You missed the fanfare and huge celebration? Oh, that’s right…there wasn’t any. Actually, I let the clock tick down until it was almost too late to renew my registration…but, alas, here I am.

I barely read any blogs anymore — flickr is the blog killer — but I’ve got this space for at least another year, so I might as well do something with it.

But not today…it’s the first weekday morning of Daylight Savings-can-suck-my-ass Time, and I was lucky enough to just make it to the train!

I bent my wookie

jason — Fri, 25 Jan 2008 11:37:10 +0000

so…there is a guy standing next to me on the Green line platform wearing a fur coat — it’s not every day that you see that (it shouldn’t be any day that you see that!)

when women wear fur it either makes them look either regal or stuck up; this guy just looks like fucking Chewbacca!

why I’m carrying a two-string bass around the office

jason — Fri, 11 Jan 2008 11:59:36 +0000

so…this morning, while enduring my marathon of a commute to the train station (okay, it’s only a mile, but at 5:15am everything feels magnified!), I was flipping through the radio stations. I got about 5 stations in on my presets when I was struck by a Mack truck of sound, and I spun headlong into a flashback: they were playing “I Think She Likes Me” by Treat Her Right (Morphine’s frontman Mark Sandman’s old band). Man! I haven’t heard that song since probably the Summer of 1995! Now, that was a great use of the radio! I think they need an all-Boston band radio station that plays nothing produced after 1996.

Unfortunately, I don’t have any Treat Her Right, so I’m riding the train listening to a Morphine marathon, which could quite possibly paint my mood a little too much for work: “Sorry, boss. I don’t know why I’m wearing skin-tight jeans, and a shirt unbuttoned to my navel, or why I smell of cigarettes and whiskey, or why I’m hitting on every woman that steps foot into the building, but I’ll get those specs to you right after lunch.”

the first one to melt it wins!

jason — Fri, 11 Jan 2008 11:49:11 +0000

Ice from plane destroys shed

so…why is it that when a large chunk of airplane toilet ice hits something on the ground there is always someone willing to hold it up for the camera?

Dude…it’s a huge block of ice! From a toilet! On an airplane!

Did you miss the toilet part?

Great! Your garage was just levelled by the world’s largest urinal cake, but the key word here is “urinal”! Put that thing down!!

What’s another word for Pirates’ treasure?

jason — Mon, 31 Dec 2007 10:00:34 +0000

so…here we are, the end of the year. Will this be a recap of 2007? No; just a recap of the awesomeness that is my son…

While walking walking around the mall yesterday:
Sammy: [fuss, fuss, fuss, whine, whine, whine]
Me: What’s wrong Sammy? What do you want?
Sammy: Booty!

Now, he might have been hungry and wanted some Pirates Booty, or he might have been commenting on the girls in the mall. But, by the time I thought to ask, he had a mouthful of the cheddary snack food and was staring at a pack of teenaged girls outside of some store like Holllister and Fitch, so I figured he got what he wanted either way.

Happy New Year!

ha ha ha

jason — Mon, 03 Dec 2007 10:27:41 +0000

so…I think it’s either slightly ironic or slightly like a kick in the crotch that they’re playing “It Never Rains In Southern California” on the platform at the train station while it’s snowing.

out of context

jason — Wed, 21 Nov 2007 10:46:38 +0000

so…this is the best quote you’ll read about a Presidential candidate’s wife, taken out of context, all day:

“They’ve obviously never tasted Ann Romney’s sweet potato dish. It’s smooth as velvet, drizzled with butter and sprinkled with brown sugar.” — Eric Ferhnstrom (just moments before Mitt punched him in the throat for talking about Ann’s “sweet potato dish”)

give me a “who-haw, two-times-Tuesday!”

jason — Tue, 13 Nov 2007 10:52:17 +0000

so…I want to be so wrong on this, but, the Red Sox are going to screw this whole deal with Mike Lowell, all on the grounds of a fucking year — but, they’ll contemplate giving a 10-year, $300+ million offer to Arod?

2008 might be the year of the idiot all over again…

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in response to the topic of “questions we don’t have answers for”, the guy who was filling in for Jason Smith (my favorite *puke*) on ESPN Radio this morning reached back to the Oracle of the Baja Men and felt that the most important unanswered question of our time was “Who Let the Dogs Out?”

“yeah, we never really found out.”

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If the MBTA would actually fine the people that smoke on the platform (usually under the No Smoking signs) the $100 I bet they could rollback the last three fare increases.

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how is it the middle of November already?

seriously! WTF!

a special kind of hell

jason — Wed, 07 Nov 2007 10:40:08 +0000

so…how do you make a situation like waiting for a late train in 35-degree weather even less enjoyable? (keep in mind that all of the usual annoyances, read: people, are accounted for)

pipe in every Enya song known to man…

I’m going have “Sail away” stuck in my head all fucking day now! Thank you MBTA!