Slack-A-Lackin'

I haven't been posting lately because, well...I have a life. So I'll post as much as I can soon, but with the two jobs and summer class and social gatherings, I haven't been keeping up. If you're interested in what's up, I would tell you to follow my Twitter, either here or on the right side of this blog under "Quick & Dirty."

Wait, So What's Water Ice?

So last night was when I finally saw Amanda and Mariellen for the first time in like 20 months. Well, Amanda for 20 months, Mariellen since the 15 minutes I saw her at Rob's over Christmas break (good times). Amanda brought her friend, and Mariellen brought her boyfriend Jordan from Centre (whose name Amanda failed to remember the whole night). I found out a few things:

1) I need to hang out with those two more often. You know, when they're not working or at camp.
2) The name "water ice" is stupid.

Jordan brought it up when he asked "What's...water ice?" and I thought it was a ridiculous question. Until I realized that I had asked the exact same thing the first time I heard it and just adjusted to the state cuisine.

How can something be water AND ice? It's Italian Ice. Which again, the Italians didn't invent ice, but it's a more conventional and logical name than water ice. First of all, it's more of a slush than ice, but certainly not water. Second, the flavoring isn't water, it's flavoring. It comes in mango, vanilla, cherry (with pits), Alex's Lemonade (which Alyson still needs to steal for me), and tons of others. But it's not both water and ice. If anything, it should be called "flavored slush in a cup."

But I don't think that would sell as well.

Ice Cream, STAT!

There are times when you can really see how dull Delaware is on a Saturday night, and how little is happening out there. Tonight was one of those nights.

Corinne and I decided to go to Woodside Creamery, because we were craving ice cream (and because it's arguably the best in the area, because they make their own from the milk from the cows they keep on the same farm). So we grabbed her two friends that were helping her with her project and drove over. The line wasn't too bad, and we got our ice cream pretty quick. I even ran into Mary while I was there.

We then see the Mill Creek Ambulance and the emergency services truck pull up one right after the other to the gravel driveway. We start looking around for a crowd of people, or some sort of emergency. Was there a fire? Car accident? Had someone had a heart attack, or started seizing? The sirens weren't on, what was going on?

No. The paramedics just had a case of the munchies, and took a field trip—in the ambulance, with emergency services truck in tow—to go get some ice cream. There are probably hundreds of emergencies around the area, like kids celebrating the end of finals at UD with some good old fashioned alcohol poisoning, and the paramedics are here at Woodside getting some peppermint chocolate chip.

Ah, Delaware. How I missed your dullness.

Parting Is Such Sweet ;'(

Julez: Hey i have to go prevent a friend from declaring his undying love for a girl who doesn't really know who he is
Julez: i'll bbl

The Nuclear Holocaust Starts at Kohl's

Just when I thought it would be a Lazy Sunday, I got called into work over at Kohl's. It's an odd feeling, really. I never want to go to work, but once I get there, I'm good. The people are nice (I was working with Cassandra, Whitney, Holly, Ryann, Brian, and Edna) and it wasn't too fast or slow.

But then a roach showed up.

I hear squealing from Ryann and Holly and think it's a spider. I was fully ready to step on the thing until I look over the counter and see this huge ass roach taking a stroll by register 13.

"Don't step on it, it'll crunch!" Holly says, backing away. She grabbed a hard tag Tupperware holder and put that over top, then slid a sale poster underneath to trap it. She tried to pick it up, but that didn't work out so well and ended with more squealing. They called Rito up and he just laughed, picked the roach holder up, and walked out the front door to set him free into the wild of the parking lot.

I bet that roach ended up in AC Moore 20 minutes later.

Mac Meltdown

No, porn was not involved.

So I get home (yay!) to Delaware (more yay!) and turn on my laptop to get online and surf my life away, and all that pops up is the start screen with a blinking folder with a question mark.

Not good. Tech support is getting called tomorrow. Good news is, it's still under guarantee.

Can't Read His, No You Can't Read His

I don't know whether to be ashamed or proud that this guy trains in DE.

Wake Up Call

No, this post is not about a Maroon 5 song of the same name. It was a legit wake up call.

Around 7:50 this morning, about an hour before my alarm clock goes off (9 AM. That's right, I'm a college student), I hear Fountains of Wayne "Hey Julie" and vibration from my desk, which is my Dad's ringtone.

I pick up and it's him, stuck in traffic, calling to tell me that Guns n' Roses "Welcome to the Jungle" was on the radio, and proceeds to hold up the phone to the radio so I can hear buzzing and faint screaming from Axl Rose.

If this post sounds like I'm pissed, really, I'm not. Dad does this a lot, actually, just not usually in the morning. It's usually when there's Barry White on the radio, just because "Can't Get Enough of Your Love" is the parental embarrassment song that he and Mom sing in public sometimes. Or sometimes when my sister's having her 17th birthday party in the basement and they're listening to rap, which usually ends in "Where did I go wrong? At least I have one daughter with good taste" in a forlorn voice.

It's A Hallway With Planes Attached

I think Ithaca Tompkins Regional Airport is the cutest thing I've ever seen. It is, essentially, a hallway with planes attached. Seriously, people, the Pyramid Mall is bigger than this airport.

You walk in the doors, and there's like 8 people to the right at those check-in desks. I already had my boarding pass, so I got to bypass that (after going there and her smiling and politely telling me I didn't have to talk to her).


Next, you walk through this bright airy lobby, where there's a model plane hanging from the roof. To the right, there's a cafe/gift shop (for all your "Ithaca is Gorges" T-Shirt needs) and to the left there's the car rental place/ baggage claim, which I didn't even see a carousel for (but I could be wrong, I took a quick glance). Ahead of you is security, which didn't take long, although I didn't have much stuff. The guy there looked at my license and started asking me questions about the Border Cafe and if I knew his family (who were teachers) in Newark. Which greatly amused me.

Past the security are the gates. All 6 of them. In a big room. You walk out of them outside to little ladders up to the planes. And in long breaks between flights? They kick you back out past security to the cafe. Which...is really funny.

Fabric Psychic

Laura: so....im reading about rabies
Laura: ....odd
Me: Especially when you should be learning about top stitches on low viscosity rayon.
*pause*
Laura: thats kinda creepy cuz he definitely was just mentioning rayon when you wrote that...

Oh Jeebus, it's SBC

So Bruno is getting an NC-17 rating at this point, might get cut down to an R. It's wildly crude and inappropriate. But I have a feeling that I must see this movie. And I have a feeling I'll be seeing it with Mariellen, Rob, Tucker, Emily, and Amanda.

So who's bringing the Chicken Nuggets this time?

Technically, it's "The President's Office"

See, you never see Charter on TV. You can see Cab Calloway on Made, but not usually the good old CSDubs. One enterprising senior decided to change that with some frustration and some food.

On the plus side, this is the most wide vocabulary I've ever seen used on a reality show. Come on, have you ever seen the word "homogeneous" used on Rock of Love? I think not.
Once again. Charter is raising the bar.

Men vs. Women: Is Moulin Rouge Basically Rent?

Tucker: the movie
Tucker: it's basically rent
Me: What is, Moulin Rouge?
Tucker: yeah
Tucker: just a century earlier and in france
Tucker: (90 years to be exact, but i carries the same sentiment)
Me: Except for fewer people and no AIDS.
Tucker: no AIDS, yes
Tucker: but
Tucker: the consumption
Tucker: which was like the AIDS back in the day
Tucker: you've got the cross-dressers, the bohemians, the love songs, the youthful and artistic optimism at the turn of the century in a huge, artistic metropolitan city
Tucker: there's a tango song scene, a burlesque/stripper song scene
Tucker: and a black guy
Tucker: the rich guy trying to take from them what they really want
Me: ...I don't think they were going for that comparison.
Tucker: i certainly was
Tucker: only difference is
Tucker: i really like moulin rouge
Me: Because of the strippers?
Tucker: nah
Tucker: mostly because of the music
Tucker: the actors
Tucker: and the just ridiculous, over-the-top...well, everything
Tucker: really funny

Me: So Tucker says Moulin Rouge and Rent are basically the same. Your thoughts?
Brooke: um, no
Brooke: I haven't seen either, but I know that they are definitely not
Brooke: (my sis is a music major; nuff said)
Me: See, that's what I thought.
Brooke: rent is a bunch of poor gay people with aids --> moulin rouge is a guy trying to get with a sexy courtesan (right? or am I thinking wrong?)
Me: You're right.
Brooke: two words I like to hear
Brooke: Tucker. UR DOIN IT WRONG.

Big Ups to Delaware

In terms of television shout-outs, Delaware is a pretty lame place to live.

Usually, the towns the get mentioned are Los Angeles in shows like Alias and Entourage. There's usually a show in Miami, like CSI and Burn Notice. New York is constantly mentioned in shows like Dirty Sexy Money, Castle, Law & Order, The Real World, and a ton of others. New Jersey is used in dramas like The Sopranos and House. Every now and then, there's a San Francisco show like Eli Stone or Full House. But Delaware?

There are no shows there. Or movies. Usually, The Small Wonder is the butt of a joke. When it does get mentioned, it's for the military.

So I was watching The West Wing season 3 (you know, to catch up between seasons 2 and 4), and it turns out that in "The Black Vera Wang," Dover, Delaware is a target!

I know! No way! I mean, logically, it's targeted for Dover AFB, but still! It's important enough to get hit by people on TV, which means it's somewhat important!

Even more impressive? On the 30 Rock commentary in season 2, when Tina Fey and Jeff Richmond talk about how Alec Baldwin's character meets his girlfriend at an off-the-road OTB bar, it's in a town between DC and New York city called Hockessin (!!!!).

It's starting, everyone. Delaware is feeling the love.