February 14, 2005

Happy Valentines Day!

Mood: Tired
Music: Open Letter to NYC, Beastie Boys
Game: World of Warcrack. (Rogue 57)
Book: The Name of the Rose, Umberto Eco.
Muffin: Peach-Raspberry
Punchline: "Stupid? I got one word for you. Chernobyl! How's that for stupid? Bet you were working there, you fucking asshole. Now move it, you fuckin' retard!"

First, Happy Valentines' Day to everyone out there!

Normally, I hate made holidays...like Valentines Day and whatever, but I do like a perfectly good excuse to buy presents. So there ya go. I got a really cool gift certificate from iTunes from my fookus...which I love. The gift certificate AND the fookus, actually.

Next, I want to congratulate Maria on her recent engagement. She's fabulous and I wish her the absolute very best! Visit her. By the way, she was also one of those Modem Media people. Lots of those around.

After that, my way-too-cool cousin Joma is recently in the audience, making her the only family member of mine who actually reads (knows I have?) my blog...which may be a good thing. Although, how dangerous is a blog that's primarily me whining about hockey, game playing, and my general well-being? Not much. On the other hand, if I didn't want particular people to know about it, I wouldn't exactly put it on the web, now would I?

Anyway, Joma lives in NoCal, and I don't see her nearly enough...but I'm always glad to get word from her. In fact, almost never, unless she's in New York, which is also not nearly enough. I think she'd like living here...but what do I know?

She sent me a pretty funny anecdote today, the punchline of which is my punchline of the entry, and I told her to check out my blog, which, being a great cousin, immediately did. Welcome to my underground backchannel of ranting!

This isn't much of an entry today, really...'Phyxie says that my best entries are when I get good and riled up about something. It was more informational, well-wishing, and minor housekeeping, as it were.

I will, however, leave you all with this thought:

People are infinitely more likely to be able to criticise your work than provide direction on what you ought to be doing. While painful, it is as good a way as any to advance your goals.

I need to remind myself of this on a regular basis. Especially at my job.

Posted by Glenn at February 14, 2005 05:36 PM