Saturday, June 10, 2006

Note to self:
Should have saved the Future Stars for this card.

Beep July 31 Beep
Note to self

Note to all:
I'm running short on quality guitar hero pictures -- help would be appreciated. Also, the font's not quite right. Any suggestions?

Edit: Doug is definitely a Guitar Hero star of the here and now, not the future.

Beep beep.

Note to all:

Wine is only awesome up to a certain point. Wine is not awesome when your roommate vomits bright red puke all over you when you go into her room to ask her where the Nintendo controllers are.

Beep ew Beep

Friday, June 09, 2006

Note to all:

WINE IS AWESOME. I am drunk, and then going to the Guggenheim to look at art and be drunk. BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
Note to Blogspot Pt. 2:

WTF? Really, why do you hate me?

Beep Beep
Note to Millerstock participants:

I come from Europe bearing trophies for the members of the winning cups team. Go World Cup.


Beep Beep
Note to Millerstock participants:

I come from Europe bearing trophies for the members of the winning cups team. Go World Cup.


Beep Beep
Note to Millerstock participants:

I come from Europe bearing trophies for the members of the winning cups team. Go World Cup.


Beep Beep
Note to Blogspot:

Why won't you let me sign in and create a user profile?

Beep Beep
Note to self:
Bark at the moon.

Beep beep.
Note to self:

That guy can shred.

Beep his eye looks fine beep.
Note to Sky:

You should plan on sleeping on the sidewalk should you elect to come to NYC on Monday. I see that not only have you ignored my requests for mint brownies, but you have offered them to another, lower ranked Kate. Maybe Liz will take pity on you and offer you a place to stay, because there ain't no room at THIS McKeon inn.

Beep you do it to yourself, you do, and that's why it really hurts, you do it to yourself, just you, you and no one else Beep
Note to self:

Plan for domination:
1. Ask Sky where the hell the Topps 1987 card generator can be found.
2. Make card for all the Table 10 wedding guests.
3. Remember that Doug 1 needs two cards, his standard team card, and his supplemental "League MVP" Card.
4. Get frustrated by process due to the limitations of a G4-400 chip in 6 year old computer. Use as flimsy excuse to go to new 5th Ave Apple Store at 4am one night and buy a brand new spanking computer.
5. Drink Woodford to avoid buyers remorse.

Beep Beep
Note to self:


Damn!

Beep damn that's hot beep.
Note to Liz:

I was extremely happy for you when I noticed you weren't online at 1:15am tonight. Enjoy your day off.

Beep beep.

Thursday, June 08, 2006

Note to Bills fans:
The three jerseys that local sports stores are carrying these days are:

1) J.P. "not sure if I can beat out Craig Nall" Losman
2) Kick-returner Terrance McGee
3) Punter Brian Moorman

Not a good sign, folks.

Beep beep
Note to Brian:
Any self-respecting pong paddle would be so beer-soaked that it would extinguish whatever smoldering pile of ashes you try to throw it on.

Oh, and happy birthday.

Beep beep
Note to Brian:

That will be a fitting tribute, as they each deserve a warrior's death and the honor of nourishing the tribe. Don't let your concern keep you from your essential, destined role, we'll bring plenty of reserves.

Beep And we'll show you how the girls cut them to fit our hands. Beep.
Note to Dartmouth people:

If paddles get broken out at millerstock, they will be used as fuel to char meat.

Beep Old Brian, new Brian, it doesn't matter, paddles are just wrong. Plus, I can't hold them in my little tiny hands. Beep.

Wednesday, June 07, 2006

Note to FC-FC Fans:

Props to Boston Kate for hooking us up with Fenway tickets after the deadline. Is there an address where I can send her some brownies?

Beep mint beep.
Note to Doug:

I didn't see anything about the 23rd or High-Def in your post.

Also, start nailing down a number so I know how many cows to slaughter.

Beep Beep.
Note to Sky:

EJ's the man; he'll put the ball in the net.

Beep Beep.

Tuesday, June 06, 2006

Note to Sky and Brian:

Talked to Nathan. The Cabin, being as it is on a hill, gets fine network reception. ABC is broadcasting World Cup action on the 24th and 25th from 1030am until 1pm, so we should be covered during those time slots, assuming we have a TV. I know this is not much, but it is a
start. Will continue researching possible Direct TV options and/or harassing Scott Shallish.

Beep B33P
Note to Doug:

Mass email requesting satellite dish for Millerstock World Cup viewing?

Beep Taylor-Twellman Got Screwed Beep
Note to Brian:

Keep the faith, at least he didn't tell his "wife" you were built like a gymnast. Or a dancer. Or use the word "bendy."

Beep beep.
Note to self:

Watch your back, it's creepy week. First there was that 45-year old man on the train Sunday night who practically tried to sit on your lap and then stopped you in the station to ask if you were "a gymnast or a dancer, or an athlete of some kind." Now the security guard downstairs has sent your coworker up with a business card to be given specifically to you, three hours after you were last downstairs. Since you don't know anyone who works for Cushman & Wakefield, you can only hope that someone thought it fell out of your purse, which is the only really acceptable explanation unless we've regressed to passing notes like 4th graders. Things were less sketchy when the sailors were in town.

Beep ew beep.
Note to Sky:

Strawberry, with fresh berries, please. You're a peach!

Beep beep!
Note to Liz:

What kind of ice cream do you want?

Beep Beep.
Note to somebody:

More evidence that only gay men find me attractive:

-an Indian guy from another department described me to his "wife" as "cute."

-at the Jazz fest two years ago, a sax player tried to hit on me between sets, and after the show, attempted to get me to come back to the hotel for the late night "jam session."

Beep just saying Beep.
Note to Sky:

You've always been a rock star.

Beep *** beep.
Note to self:

The life of a rock star is more difficult than first anticipated. And I haven't even hit the cocaine/hookers/VH1 Behind the Music phase yet.

Beep I have that damn Patrick Swayze song stuck in my head beep.

Monday, June 05, 2006

Note to all:

But the game's about to come on! Woohoo!

Beep beep!
Note to my office-mates:

G to the T to the S - oh wait, I'm still here.

Beep :( beep.
Note to IT:

I'm going to kill you motherfuckers. You have fucked up my ENTIRE LAST WEEK OF WORK. The next one of you sniveling asshats who walks into my office better run as fast as you can, because I am going to take my pointy toed, pretty little shoe and shove it deep into your scrotum until you beg for forgiveness for fucking up the mapping of my U drive FOR THE 8 MILLIONTH TIME and uninstalling EVERY SINGLE PROGRAM I need to complete my very very important client presentation on Wednesday. I am then going to take my other shoe and slap you in the face with it until you cry for your momma for eliminating the functionality of my email address.

Note to Sky:

I want mint brownies.

Beep assreaming IT douchebag motherfuckers Beep
Note to Peter King:

You are the Roger Ebert of football... and that is not a compliment.

Beep beep
Note to big Black guy wearing Zubaz pants outside the deli this morning:

You, sir, are awesome. *High-five*

Beep, beep.
Note to Doug:

Extol virtues of Electric Eel Shock to Matt and Sky.
Note to self:

Ask all participants of NancyFest 2006 if they misplaced Catch Phrase at my parents' house. Mom said she found a copy and is looking to ship it back from whence it came.

Beep beep.

Sunday, June 04, 2006

Note to ICPS:

Learn Bark at the Moon.

Beep Beep.
Note to Sky:

Ice cream maker?

Beep beep.
Note to self:

I love my mattress. Found while unpacking: Drinking glasses! Ice cream maker! Lime-green chair! Hamper! Non-stick cookware! Ties = not so fun. Stuffed Playboy bunny from softball team, um yeah. Hot brown and green sneakers! PHOTOGRAPHS -- damn, this is better than Christmas.

I cannot wait to move again.

Beep beep.
Note to self:

Drive less.

Beep beep.