Eastside
Ahem.
Back in 2004, Pabst executed a highly effective word-of-mouth campaign that made the long-declining brand an ‘ironic downscale chic’ choice for bike messengers and other younger drinkers who viewed the beer as a statement of non-mainstream taste. AD AGE
(see also: PBR Is Now a Luxury Beer, Sort Of)
And then there’s this: Hipster Housecleaner needed — Craigslist
Just sayin.
h/t chuckmilam
But shhhhh don’t tell
I am in a very unique position to tell you honestly that the listeners of right wing talk radio are not as stupid as you think. THEY’RE STUPIDER.
One day I will be free to elaborate and provide evidence.
It’s about time
I’ve been (and continue to be) on hiatus.
The Explanation
I hate my job. I hate my job so much that all I can do when I get home is space out and stare blankly at my television until I realize that Lou Dobbs is on and I should change it.
Work sucks everything out of me until I have nothing left.
The truth is that writing here about my job would make interesting reading – in many cases, it would be particularly entertaining to my more politically engaged friends. However, the fear of having those posts found (we have a lot of internet stalkers and backstabbers in my office) and being fired has kept me from bringing it up. Since I don’t really give a fuck anymore, I may slacken that self-imposed restriction.
Then again, I may not…
Maybe I’ll get a little motivation and post something from time to time, but we’ll just have to wait and see on that one.
However, I hope to be back with a vengeance sometime in late spring, as I am planning – one way or another – not to stay at this job past then. Perhaps sooner, if I can shake something loose with my wimpy little résumé.
I started to go into an entertaining little summary of why my job sucks so much, but I thought better of it due to the politically-sensitive/talk radio-related aspect of my job (yes, I realize that this makes no sense if you don’t know exactly where I work). I don’t worry that much about anyone at work finding it so much as I do having it quoted elsewhere where more than 3 people will actually see it.
Being fired would be a relief, but I would prefer to have it be over something that’s not my fault!
Seriously, though, when I leave that place, it’s on.
Busy girl
Dear Internets,
Please pardon my recent poor attendance. I’ve been (and continue to be) very busy with a project, and have no time for you (also, Netflix has come into my life and taken over). In my absence, please enjoy the video below.
Fondly,
Jane Q. Public
Feel Good Friday: Hurry hurry hurry before I go insane
Commence to jigglin!
P.S. Since most of you who read this don’t know her, be sure and visit Childings – she will probably have a FGF post up at some point.
Feel Good Friday: 16 miles to the promised land
She packed it in. She was a showgirl. Great legs. I got her legs, what do you think?
and also:
Plus, go listen to this.
In which I *don’t* bitch about work
About 972 people (and by “972″ I actually mean “5″) at work today commented on how much weight I’ve lost. I’m surprised at how happy that has made me.
22 pounds is nothing to sneeze at!
Mix night – not picked for the team
Damn… I do alright at picking out songs for mixes, but I SUCK at putting them in any kind of cohesive order.
It’s a decidedly low-key mix compared to most, that I make with driving in mind. I picked out 43 songs, which I had to condense to something that would fit on a CD. For now you get an unordered list of those that didn’t make the cut:

Back in 2004, Pabst executed a highly effective word-of-mouth campaign that made the long-declining brand an ‘ironic downscale chic’ choice for bike messengers and other younger drinkers who viewed the beer as a statement of non-mainstream taste. 






