Defying Gravity

October 31, 2005

Whatever It Is I Think I See...

Really, is there anything in life better than a vanilla Tootsie Roll? I don't think there is. Unless, of course, you eat it at the same time as an orange Tootsie Roll. Or a cherry one. Sigh. Heaven.

(Is this a sign that my life is pathetic? Or just that I have a deep appreciation for the simple things in life?)

October 30, 2005

I Kid You Not

Let me begin by noting that I write professionally, meaning a manager found my skills satisfactory enough to give me a job and pay me (though not so handsomely as I'd like) to compose stories and other prose for various outlets.

That being said, I find it amusing that I had the following conversation the other day.

As part of one class this semester, I have to do a dreaded group project. These are never smooth situations where everyone gets along and creates top-notch work 100 percent of the time. Nope. My experience with group work is that someone always begins to hate someone else and the work ends up being a compromise that's basically the common denominator between ability levels in said group.

Anyway, my group experience this semester was going alright until last week. (See post below about calling me a control-freak.) Then in a meeting this past Friday, I made some very professional comments about a section of the paper that my not-so-nice group member didn't appreciate. It was strange--these were comments I would have been comfortable sharing with my boss, but this group member took offense. Who's the control freak now?

But that's beside the point. After I made just a few comments on this section, the group member immediately flipped to my portion of the paper and said, "I've noticed some inconsistencies in the intro and background sections that you composed, Susie. I notice that we're using 'she has' in some places and 'she's' in others. We should really decide on one, don't you think?"

There was absolutely no way I could disguise the "you've got to be kidding me" look on my face.

"Um, OK," I said. "But they're grammatically the same. 'She's' just means 'she has.'"

"But I don't like contractions," my group member said.

"Oh, OK. I'll make a note of that," I replied, hastily scribbling on my notebook.

"I just really think using the contraction is inappropriate," she added.

At this point, I made the decision to not push the subject. I actually left the meeting feeling like maybe I had forgotten how to write. I've (shit, pesky contraction) always learned that a good way to vary your prose and make it less redundant is to use the contraction. Imagine saying something like "She has said time and time again that her experience at Target ranks far above those times she has shopped at Wal-Mart, which she has decided is Satan." Throwing at least one "she's" in there makes the sentence a little less mundane.

And how--in the name of all that is holy and good--am I supposed to make sure no contractions are used in a five-page, single-spaced paper? Do I just do a find and replace for an apostrophe? I can feel the headache coming back...the one I've been fighting off all week...the one my mother assures me is "not a toooomah."

So in the span of about ten days, this person has bullied me around both physically and verbally, shushed me in class when I was trying to answer a question she had asked me, and then totally undermined my writing ability and professionalism by making an issue out of a writing technique that is totally acceptable--and talking to me about it as though I were a child who only spoke Swahili.

When I finish this project next Friday (fingers crossed), I am getting drunk. Really drunk. Even if I have to do it alone. Anybody with me? It'll be a BYOC party at Susie's. You know, Bring Your Own Contraction.

October 28, 2005

Eh Hem

Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday dear Biiiiillllll.
Happy birthday to you!

If you see Bill today, razz him a little bit. He's officially in his "early 30s" now.

(I think since 30 is such a landmark birthday, you really just ride that specific number for a year until you're 31. Then people can say things like "I don't know. I think he's in his early 30s.")

October 24, 2005

Buble

Today, Bill received what must have been a strange phone call from none other than yours truly.

Me: "How do you spell the name of that guy on the Starbucks commercial, Michael Buble? The Best Buy guy doesn't know and can't find it and I don't know where to look."

Bill: "OK...it's B-U-B-L-E with an accent on the E."

Me: "Stupid Best Buy guy. It's right here! Thanks Bill. Bye!"

Anyway, I can't stop listening to this CD. It's fantastic. Simply listening to such soothing, truly musical music made me feel happier than I've felt in so long. It has the Susie Stamp of Approval.

Also, if any of you out there feel like calling me a bossy control freak because you think that somehow such "tough love" will rid me of all stress/problems/worries, think again. Unless crying all day is somehow useful, telling me what a shit I am just doesn't help.

October 16, 2005

The Fall Classic!

Way to go White Sox!!!!! Woo hoo!!!

Defying Gravity readers may have noticed my prolonged absence around here, and I truly apologize for not writing with anything resembling regularity. I'm taking a huge courseload this semester while working full time. Between homework and workdays that haven't been ending until the sun has long since set, I haven't had time to write anything. But some cool things have been happening to me lately:

1. I met Football Hall of Famer Franco Harris AND got to interview him.
2. My friendly male neighbor has been calling me with increasing frequency.
3. My two picks for the Fall Classic seem to be on their way to the World Series.
(If the Astros can pull it off in their next game.)

Of course, I've had my share of not-so-cool things too:

1. Food poisoning.
2. A family member having surgery later this week.
3. Neighbor guy seems to have no inclination to actually spend time with me.

If you can hang in there until December, I promise I'll start writing interesting, thought-provoking entries again. Until then, I'm afraid random posts that I can throw together when time allows will have to suffice.

October 08, 2005

Whoop!

Way to go White Sox!

Now let's see if the Astros can knock out those pesky Braves. Does anyone outside Atlanta actually like that team?