The origin of baggy pants

I have a theory that overly baggy pants originated during the days of "Please Hammer don't hurt 'em". Although all of the boys I see running around with their pants crouch down to their shins will never admit that the great M.C. may have fathered their fashion sense, I stick by my theory. However, my theory does not explain how one can comfortably get through their day in such ill-fitting attire. How can you not get extremely annoyed with the sensation that your pants are falling off? At first I theorized that perhaps they were not as baggy as I thought, but I mistakenly walked in on a baggy pants subject as he was unloading his vehicle, and he quickly had to hike his pants back up before I mocked his tighty whities.

If you have any theories, please post. I'm hoping to publish my theory to the masses.

Oklahoma was so much easier

Playing "Square dancer number #2" in Oklahoma! was such a much easier acting job that outgoing, self-assured web developer presenting in front of a crowd of peers. I'm still alive, and I can't say I remember much of what I said or did other than sweat like fried chicken under tin foil at a church supper. I find it interesting that the majority of the population thinks I'm an outtie (extrovert). I remember some self-help infomercial (the guy with huge teeth) that if you keep acting like an extrovert, one day you'll wake up and suddenly be an extrovert. So far I keep waking up with the same insane fear that I have absolutely nothing to say to anyone, and all parties around me will ask the nagging question, "is something wrong, you are quiet today???"

So back to the presentations...I guess it went decently, because someone from Emory approached me with the information nugget of the need of a web coordinator for Emory. Terry has chosen to hire me for my current position, so I doubt I'm interested, but it was nice to hear.

Moment of zen: I woke up in my daily morning panic around 4am, and decided to take a walk. It was foggy, chilly, and devoid of humans. About 30 minutes into the walk I came upon two deer. We exchanged a few stares, and continued with our silence uninterrupted.

The Karma of Scheduling

A little over a month ago I overslept and was several hours late to work. I didn't feel an ounce of guilt about it. I reasoned that after muddling through three weeks of sleepless nights, my sleep meds were finally kicking in and dammit, I deserved the sleep! So I stumbled into work around 10ish, then began my day of being late. I was late for an appointment, I was late for lunch, I was late getting home, late getting dinner ready, and so on...

I think my gluttonous day of lateness has soured my scheduling karma.

It all started with Boston with Bill not showing up at the hotel at 8 am as discussed. 10, 11, and noon soon followed, but no Bill. Finally around 1 pm I received a voicemail explaining all was ok, just some issues that needed to be worked out and now 8 am was now 2:30 pm.

Doctor's appointment at 4:00 pm that turned into 4:45 pm.

Arriving at the Farmer's market that's advertised to be open from 7 am - 1 pm at 12:15, and told that they really close at 12:30.

The new Simmons King-sized bed -- the salesperson told me they would need to order it, and the truck would arrive in a week on Wednesday. I requested delivery to be on Thursday at 7pm. He called yesterday, informing me the truck didn't have my bed and that another truck that would arrive on Friday would have my bed. "I'm leaving town Friday," I answered, realizing my scheduling karma was real.

The filing cabinet -- I have agreed to sell a filing cabinet to a stranger. We agree she'll pick it up at 6:00 pm on Tuesday...something comes up...reschedule for 8:30 pm -- at 9:45 pm with no knock at the door, I realize she isn't coming. The next morning I receive an email from her explaining she lost my phone number and directions. We reschedule for Wednesday at 8:30...at 9:30 I call and her sister explains to me of a family emergency. As of today we're still trying to reschedule.

Ok, so these are five out of a dozen examples. Once could say I've had several run in's with slackers, but none of the people are related, and I've interacted with them each for a different reason and way. It's scheduling karma I say.

Word to the wise, don't irritate the karma police.

And the Bridezillia award goes to...

One could say I'm not sentimental, therefore the whole Bridezillia thing didn't really strike me during the wedding process (more like, "when am I going to have a life again?!?!"). I've been married for barely four months and I'm already auctioning off my wedding dress and tiara. Hey, I've kept the husband; that's more than enough wedding souvenirs, right?

In addition, I sold all of my wedding planning books. In an attempt to sell them in a hurry, I priced them dirt cheap and posted them to a "For Sale" listserve . I replied back to the first person who voiced interest, who will now be known as Bridezillia, despite the fact she offered considerably less money than I posted. While time passed and my emails of "are you still interested?" to her went unanswered, I ended up selling the books to someone who conveniently worked elsewhere in my building, who immediately answered and had a check written to me in nano seconds. Then, out of the blue came an email from Bridezillia, with the subject of "Confused!" the first in a trilogy of bridal meltdown. It was immediately followed up by "Amazed!", for which I replied...

Date: Thu, 05 Aug 2004
From: "Not yet, but soon to be known as Bridezillia"
Subject: Re: Amazed!
To: Me

Dear "Not yet, but soon to be known as Bridezillia",

I am so sorry. You may be right about something being wrong with my email because I never saw the email you sent yesterday.

Unfortunately, the other buyer has already paid and picked up the books. I will immediately send you back your check once I receive it. I'm not sure if you have ever used Amazon.com, but the books are available there used, and at the prices I posted (where I got the prices from). Again, I am very sorry, and I should have tried calling you to confirm the sale instead of relying on email.

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In the spirit of epics like LOTR, I immediately received this third installment...

Date: Thu, 05 Aug 2004
From: Bridezillia
Subject: Shocked!
To: Me

Jinny,

It is just a little disturbing to me that I contacted you three times to close the deal on the books, then you e-mail me at 10:30 this morning that you are going to sell them to someone else and by the time that I replied back at 11:00 someone had already picked them up and paid for them. I always stand by my word when I say that I am going to do something so I am a little perplexed that after you got at least one of my e-mails confirming our deal that you would not at least have had a benefit of doubt before just selling them to someone else. I can't imagine that 3 books totally dominated your entire bookcase, but I guess the "good guy" doesn't always win, just like our beloved staff member who was tragically found dead yesterday afternoon. Unfortunately, due to such tragic consequences, I was not able to "immediately" e-mail you back for which I guess you faulted my integrity and broke our deal. Either way, books can be replaced, but honesty, trust and beloved staff members cannot.

Thanks .... I think!

Bridezillia


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I have decided to vote her off the island.

"Garbage" Dumplings

http://edition.cnn.com/2004/WORLD/asiapcf/06/14/skorea.dumplings.ap/

I know I'm an Americanized Asian, but this confuses me. Isn't kimchi rotten cabbage? Perhaps rotten radishes don't taste as good as rotten cabbage.