A couple of things

There is a man is walking down 7th Avenue right now, and he wants you to know that this ain’t no game and he ain’t playing. He would also like to point out that this ain’t Christmas. FYI.

It’s a gorgeous day outside, sunny, 50s, not a cloud in the sky. I need to get out at some point and take advantage, since it’s not often that a weekend day is this nice. The problem is finding something to do that doesn’t involve money. I took Lou to Central Park this morning … that was free. But, how many times can I do that? I don’t even have bus fare this week. Maybe it’s my fault. I could be a better money manager … if only I had some money to manage. They say being rich won’t make you happy, but I’m pretty sure that a few extra dollars would buy me some relief!

Good Things

So, even though I have only enough money to get to work tomorrow (which means not enough to get home after work), and today was pay day, and I have some big tumor in my belly (if you haven’t heard this until now, sorry, it’s scary! I will find out the real deal on Monday — who knows? It could just be un-digested cheddar … likely), I still believe there is a silver lining somewhere. It’s not desperate and depressing like Sylvia Plath, it’s more like Schleprock from the Flintsones, or any episode of Good Times — just when it LOOKS like you’re going to be okay, some bad-ass luck kicks you in the ass, you know?

Starting tomorrow, I’m going to buck the negative and finish what I started with Uptown Hound, Olive and Eula. I’ll be posting pictures of the Olive products — that’s right, I figured out how to do it! — and the items selected for the Uptown Hound online store. I have all this great pet-themed papercraft and knit/crochet-work (who doesn’t want a bespoke pet bed, I say? The height of luxury for your pooch/kitty.) that I can’t wait to share with you. And, that you won’t be able to resist buying. Trust me. You want a grosgrain trimmed leash, don’t you? Yes, you do. Shut up, you do.

The Uptown Hound website is nearing completion, and the Olive site is up and running, which is great news! Now, just to finalize the logo for Eula … and get the business running,

On a side note, I’m thinking of calling The Dog Whisperer (See the National Geographic Channel) to come in and treat Louis. Why do you think he would take his rawhide bones and bury them underneath the covers on my bed? I find them every night. He is either neurotic or passive aggressive — or, he has a wicked sense of humor. Peace out, y’alll – j.

March 15, 2005

Today was a good day … or at least not the usual suck day. I got super-motivated at work to write the definitive piece on word-of-mouth/consumer-created marketing. Thanks to Pete Blackshaw and Intelliseek (check it out at http://www.inteliseek.com). I will surely be an office super-star by this time next week … or next year … or sometime. The point is, I may be poor (okay, there’s no “may” about it, I am broke like Joe Theisman’s leg, or the Enron bank, baby), I may live in a crap part of the city (The New Harlem Renaissance? More like the New Harlem Renegades), I may be fat (but that could be the tumor, according to the doctor — I’ll find out on Monday. Not kidding, here), and I may be poor (which I already said, but it’s that bad, so I’ll say it again), but things are looking up. Nevermind that my bank balance post-payday is $14.00. At least I’m in the black. More later …!
In the meantime, read this for some good celebrity-based schaudenfreude: http://trent.blogspot.com. Peace out, y’all

Um, okay

I hate to keep writing about the mouse, but I think it’s good to have a record of my descent into madness in case my future behavior needs any explanation. Just point the judge/jury/media/handler/psychiatrist or whomever to my blog.

So, this morning, I was in the bathroom doing what people do in the morning in the bathroom, when here comes Ferdinand (that’s what I named this mouse) strolling, and I MEAN strolling down the hallway. He sat right in front of the bathroom door, and when I screamed “Mouse”, he strolled down the hallway — HE DID NOT RUN — towards the kitchen. So, I finished my morning tinkle, and then ran from the bathroom to try to catch him. Then, he started running and ran under the fridge. I scooped up the last of the D-con and threw it under the fridge in the hope that he might gorge himself and DIE. But, no. I got on the phone with my cousin Veronica to talk about the great vacation we will surely take one day soon, and in the middle of imagining Brazil in May, here comes Ferdinand again. He’s moving slowly, so I think the D-Con is working. Poor Veronica has to talk me through the murder, but after putting a box over him and running to get the killing broom I finally smashed him good. Great, right?

No, because Ferdinand must have owed some other mouse money, because another mouse came looking for him tonight. Scurried from under the stove and was stealthy in his attempt to get across the floor to the closet. This one was quick, but he’s about to be quick and dead. I am a mouse murderer. And, I’m proud of it.

Check it out:


Wish me luck. On payday, I’m going to buy a set of night vision goggles, and maybe a gun. This apartment isn’t big enough for the three(?), four(?), ten(?) of us. The fuzzy brown horde has got to go.

Holy Crap

This is what just happened:

I am: Sitting on my bed in the lotus position, watching the new Adidas commercial directed by Spike Jonze on my computer
I see: An empty box of Chew-eez that’s sitting on my window sill (in front of me, and a bit to the right) moves a little bit
I think: I should close the window more
I realize: The window is not open
I assume: It moved because Lou bumped against the nightstand, which butts up against the window sill
I look: To see that Lou is on the bed, too.
I understand: That something else moved the Chew-eez box
I decide: To move the box, the lotion, the jewelry container around on the window sill to see what’s going on


This means: Lou wakes up, starts barking (I should name him Doshodal – dollar short, day late), computer is barely saved from falling to the floor, I actually pee a little bit and make a gurgling noise in the back of my throat

This also means: I am about to move the hell out of here

I mean, I don’t eat pizza in my bed, or bring crackers, cheddar, or any other super-delicious food in the room. I only have a bottle of San Pelligrino on the nightstand and that empty box of Cheweez that I was saving to paper over and use as a mailer for a present for my sister. It is said that God doesn’t give you more than you can handle, but I gotta say, I’m getting close to my limit. It’s enough that I can’t afford to buy groceries, my wardrobe is best described as “Early Salvation Army”, and my career can best be likened to an old car up on blocks in front of a double-wide belonging to someone named Earl in the deep south. No, add to that the persistence of mice in my life, and I’m just about through.

All that stuff I said about feeling bad when they die? I take it back. I’m going to get the phone book, the mouse-killing broom (I bought one especiallly for that chore, because who wants to dirty-up the good broom), and a big knife and keep a vigil until the morning. I’ll let you know what happens. (Possible Headlines: Woman Cuts Off Own Foot in Failed Bid to Kill Mouse). Wish me luck.

March 10, 2005

Somehow, through the magic of banking, I now have $-8.50 in my bank account. No new transactions have posted, but someone somewhere found and extra $3.20 laying around some teller’s desk and put it in my account. Or something. I may be broke, (actually, I AM broke), but at least I’m not the type of person who would buy and/or use one of these:


March 9, 2005

High comedy:

Checking Account Balance: $61.00 (current); $-11.70 (available)

You know you’re broke when you dream about finding $20 in your wallet. I was so happy until I woke up! Stupid concert tickets last month set me back, plus I think my dentist is running a scam on me. I have paid her a hefty percentage of my salary since I got to NY. Here’s what I’m doing to keep from crying today:


Later – j.