Ginger's follies, foibles and fixations.
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| You Listen to Me, Mr. Kick-Ass Ginger's follies, foibles and fixations. |
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Saturday, June 15, 2002 Have you guys heard of this? In a way we expect our rich 'n' powerful to be skeevy around crowds, but since when does peaceful, silent protest become illegal? I will try to find more information on this, but it's creepy that if a lot of people got hauled away just for turning their backs on the Prez, and if people were ORDERED to cheer loudly.... well, I don't want to know what that means, frankly. posted by Ginger | 3:12 PM Friday, June 14, 2002 I guess I am not nearly obsessed enough. I managed to catch a few passing factoids amid the Internet buzz that has been spinning around the big news. Item: Hanson parents (Diana and Walker) married at 19. So the fact that their offspring follow suit isn't a big surprise. They are from the South, after all. So, congratulations to the happy couple. May you beat the odds and have lots of pretty children (if you want to, anyway). Item: Apparently it was common knowledge among a certain set of Hanson fans (those who are prone to digging through their garbage and hacking into their personal e-mail) that Taylor has been dating Natalie for some time. News to me, but then I don't spend much time mucking about on message boards, either. Aside from their youth, the marriage is pretty much a non-issue. A much bigger deal is the rumorlet I've just read that Zac cut off all of his rock-star hair! Talk about heartbreaking... but maybe it went to Locks of Love. Still more depressing: My TV is broken. I turn it on, but no picture comes up. This happened a week or two ago, but after leaving it on for a while the picture suddenly came on with a "pop!" After that it was no problem, though some days there was a brief pause before the picture appeared. Now nothing! Grrr. The problem is, the TV is HEAVY. I can't just haul it down two flights of stairs, into a cab and to the repair shop. Oh, cruel, cruel world! Looks like I'll be watching DVDs on my computer again. posted by Ginger | 10:13 PM AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Bet ya a buck she's pregnant. Okay, I guess that's mean. I will give them the benefit of the doubt and offer my hearty congratulations for a long and happy life together! Good luck bucking that 49% divorce rate, kids! posted by Ginger | 12:28 PM Wednesday, June 12, 2002 This is one of the coolest uses of the Internet I've ever seen. It's a site which matches school-age teens with working-world "mentors." I'd love to be a mentor, but I'm not sure I qualify since I haven't been at least a year at my current job, and the definition of "job," to most people, means getting paid once in a while. From an article I read in Time Out New York, it sounds like most of the mentors are white-collar professionals, but they want more people of different backgrounds to participate--including people who do NOT have four-year degrees. You don't even have to like your job! You can mentor without necessarily encouraging people to follow your path--the anti-mentor, so to speak. Now all we need is a site like this for us grownups who still don't know what the hell we are doing with our lives. That said, I am enjoying my "job" to an almost ridiculous extent. And since it seems a bit more stable and real now, I guess I can tell you what that job is: I'm the Managing Director of a non-profit children's theatre company. That means I do everything except for the artistic stuff. I have to write grants, book theaters, schedule auditions and rehearsals, create budgets, try to get schools and other kid-oriented places to hire us to perform, keep us visible in the "things to haul your jaded city kids to" listings, and so on. Lately I've been working on creating a performance/workshop program for the fall. From scratch. So. How did your erstwhile customer service trainer-slash-Advantage program flunky turn into the doyenne of New York City kiddie theater? Fuck if I know, really. The other news of the moment, which may not be news at all, is my mysterious medical condition. I actually feel totally fine, so that leads me to believe that I am, indeed, fine. However, last weekend I received a letter from a certain woman-oriented health center notifying me that the routine test I had in January to double-check an "irregular" result from the same routine test I had the previous October was itself irregular (follow me so far?). The reason why I didn't find out about the second irregular test result was that they sent the letter to my old mailing address, it did not get forwarded, and I haven't been by to check my mail in a while. Thus, this letter--dated February--asked me to contact them "as soon as possible" to schedule a procedure in which they intend to stick an instrument up my Ya-Ya Sisterhood and have a close look around. Yeesh. Having no way of knowing what sort of "irregularity" is going on in there, and able to do nothing about it until Monday, I spent the rest of the day convinced I had cancer. From reading this blog you may have determined, accurately, that I have hypochondriacal tendencies--something which appeared concurrently with the loss of my health insurance. Still, I feel that getting a letter in the mail telling you that something may have been wrong with your nether regions for the better part of a year gives you license to freak out a little. So of course I called my mom, who told me in no uncertain terms that I did not have cancer. How she could tell from 2000 miles away I didn't ask, but it was good enough for me--I feel much better now. Here's the lesson: When you move, keep your medical practictioners well apprised of your current whereabouts. And, whenever possible, try to have health insurance (or move to Canada). posted by Ginger | 9:45 PM Monday, June 10, 2002 Sorry my last couple of entries have been so dead boring, but they (like this one) have been written in like two seconds because I haven't been on the computer much. Very busy, very very busy...moving my hands back and forth...like this... very fast. Sorry, that's a 21 Dog Years joke. By the way, happy travels tomorrow, Mike! Have to be up early early tomorrow, so have to get to bed. posted by Ginger | 11:45 PM Sunday, June 09, 2002 Not that anyone cares, but... Remember, I told you if she had stayed single she never would have had that ridiculous hair at the OscarsTM. posted by Ginger | 12:42 PM |
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