oh MTA, that’s wonderful. do you think that next time you might end the strike BEFORE i walk 5.5 miles with a huge backpack for 2 hours in order to get to Penn Station to go home for the holidays? cause like, that was unneccessary. seriously, i hope you get everything you’re asking for, especially if that involves fixing the fucking G train, which i’m sure it doesn’t.
as some of you may or may not remember, about a year ago i decided to get pretty seriously into online dating. this lasted for about 6 months, and i resulted in maybe 10-15 dates with 5 or 6 different women. maybe a few more, i don’t really remember. i wrote an article about the whole experience for monoki. it’s here, if you haven’t read it and want to.
in any event, i stopped going to nerve probably back in may. recently they upgraded everything, so i’ve sort of been checking it out here and there, the new features etc…
by far the funniest thing they’ve implemented is a new “quick reply” function. so instead of sending a response, you can just select a drop down and send a quick reply to someone. the replies are as follows:
Sorry, I’m too busy to respond to you right now.
Um, I don’t think our personalities match.
I respond only to profiles with photos.
Sorry – I think we’re looking for different things.
To be honest, I’m looking for someone younger.
To be honest, I’m looking for someone older.
You seem cool, but you’re not really my type.
Oops, bad timing – I just started a new relationship.
I’m not ready to get serious right now. Good luck.
Sorry, but I’m looking for a serious relationship.
You seem cool, but I’d prefer a local relationship.
Hey there – I’m not seeing new people right now.
now you’ll notice that all of these are negative, and just basically a series of different excuses for saying: “sod off”. i think it woudl be funny if there was a positive set as well. could be stuff like:
you sound perfect! let’s get married!
you’re hot. wanna fuck soon?
let’s talk more!
you’re not hot, and you sound like a douche, but i’ve got nothing else going on. wanna fuck soon?
i can’t think of any more. ideas?
oh, and i’m talking to a new girl on nerve. i think the over under before she stops replying or decides that she’s not interested is 7 days.
so it has come to my attention that tickets to shows are incredibly expensive, and perhaps i’m just oversensitized to it, having grown up going to mostly big outdoor arena shows. i’m going to see the Arcade Fire tomorrow, and tickets are a reasonable $40, in my mind. but the sheer number of people who are balking at a $40 ticket is incredible. now, maybe most of these people don’t actually like the arcade fire, and are balking the same way i woudl at spending $40 to go see Maroon 5 or some other band that i feel sort of “meh” towards. but i think that being outraged with a $40 ticket for a concert is a little silly. has anyone seen what some of the larger bands are charging lately?
so… i finally got back my laptop from kate via laura. and what do we find???
hmm… that looks bad… is it really bad??
yup. it is. that’s a broken hinge folks. so now we know why k wasn’t returning calls…
of a really really stressful and long september. the rodale quilt project is 1 month development time for what could be an absolute monster of a project. databases, user login, all that other shit. could be a long month.
plus there’s the html website for the consensus project, which is a little more flexible on date, but could be a real monster if i don’t code it right.
oh, and LW is about to get really stressful i feel like. awesome
at least i’m going on vacation at the right time…
so. this past weekend i moved from my place in bushwick to a new place down in ft. greene. i had movers all set, going on the logic that none of my friends should have to lift any of my stuff, since i tend to have a lot of stuff and pack heavy. the movers were supposed to come on sunday at 4PM. saturday i had family in town and a gig that night (which went pretty well btw). so i wake up at 11AM, finish packing, and sit down on the couch. 4PM: no movers. 5PM: no movers. 6PM: no movers. uh oh
so i find the dude’s name and call. both his “emergency” lines are disconnected. oh shit. i know where this is going
so no movers. and the new guy moves in monday afternoon. baby’s got to get out of the house. so i wake up monday morning with 3 plans (listed in order of preference)
1. find last minute movers
2. rent a uhaul and move myself
3. get neil over with his mini van, do the move
so i wake up at 9AM, call in sick to work, and start making calls. no luck, no luck, no luck. i go to a few websites and fill out “last minute” request forms. around 10AM i call uhaul. the guy tells me that there is a 10ft van available in the area. then he tells me that if i don’t hear from them in a half hour, to call this other number. so i wait. and i don’t hear from them, and i call. at which point i get put on hold for 20 minutes. i decide that this is probably not happening, and i hang up. as i move to plan 3 (which btw, i REALLY don’t want to do cause it puts neil out, and probably scott, and it just sucks and woudl take like 4 trips) i get a call from a guy that i called earlier. he says: “you need movers? in brooklyn? ok, i send them right now.”
and he did. the movers showed up at 11:50, and i was in the new place by 2:20. of course, i helped, which didn’t do wonders for the old shoulder, but it was ok, and now all my stuff is in the new apt except for my toiletries which i stupidly left at the old apt. so i’ll have to go back for those. in any event, what have we learned from this:
1. don’t get movers on craigslist… or maybe do… i dunno. just don’t trust movers that much in general.
2. uhaul sucks a dick
3. after you’ve moved and are feeling exhausted and hot and sweaty and dripping and just disgusting, a cold shower that then moves to warm after a few minutes is somewhat akin to having a body massage by a beautiful woman who then gets drunk with you. yeah, body massage!
4. don’t move more than once a year, at the most. if you do move that much, hopefully you have less stuff than i do. frankly, stuff sucks