15 Minute Blog

Okay - so let's see what delicious-ness i can come up with in 15 (make that 14) minutes before its time to leave work. Yah, so sue me, I'm blogging while I'm at work - you tell me one person who doesn't at some point.

I actually have a pretty good reason for blogging at work - mostly because i type at the speed of lightening (it's true, i've been tested) and because I don't have the internet at home.

I guess that is weird to a lot of people. My boyfriend especially as he can't hardly exist without what he calls his "interwebs." It isn't because he is online all the time - its just like when the internet goes down at his house, he can't hardly stand it. I always ask "What is it you need to do online?" and he always replies with something like "nothing - but what if i THINK of something i need to do and can't?"

Men.

I used to be obsessed with the internet when it first appeared for us "normal people." I was the first of my friends to have the internet at home. Good ole dial up. I thought chatting was SO cool. My best friend SJ would come over and we'd spend an hour just trying to remember how we found the intensely cool chat room we were on the day before. We obviously hadn't figured out the "bookmark" feature at that point.

We would create false identities and talk to strangers. I guess that is still what people do, right?

Anyway - i would be so obsessed with getting on the internet to talk in these chat rooms, or to check my email to see if anyone had sent me something. I could NOT get over how cool it was, or how cool i was because i had the internet and no one else did (aside from all those strangers i was chatting with, right?).

For the longest time - through out highschool and college, my bedtime ritual was to get online and do my email and catch up with people near and far. But in my "old age" of 27 - i don't even have the internet because I spend all day on the internet for my job and i have a crackberry that relieves some of that inate pressure to check my email constantly.

Now that i think about it - i guess i might have gotten worse instead of better. Now i carry my internet around in my pocket day and night. Damned crackberry. For a moment i felt like perhaps i had grown up - but i guess i just got more savvy.

Confessions of a LOST Soul

I have to admit something to you. You being the random internet blog surfer that has somehow miraculously stumbled across my blog.

I am completely obsessed with LOST. Every Wednesday - wherever i am around 8:30pm, I start to get anxious. I get anxious about my ability to get home before 9pm so that i can remember which channel LOST comes on (I don't know why I can't remember every time) so i can be there the moment that it starts. Because if you are a fellow LOST fanatic, you know how missing 2 minutes of the show could mean even more frustrating confusion than you were already prepared for.

So yesterday, I pulled my third 12 hour day at work. I had a workshop that i was presenting around 7pm, so by the time i finished, packed up and trudged to my car, damned cookie in hand from the leftovers of the workshop, i was checking my watch anxiously trying to calculate how quickly i could drive home without getting pulled over by the cops on the interstate.

Fortunately, I made it back to my apartment with a few moments to spare. This is course was spent in front of my tv watching the last bit of LOST from the week before with the little captions at the bottom that help clue us viewers in on all the things we most likely missed or weren't smart enough to put together on our own. Secretly, I am thankful for those captions.

I literally sit on the edge of my chair the entire hour - aside from the commercials that come way too often and leave me overly stressed about trying to put away my laundry or use the restroom during the short break and accidentally missing a bit of the show. Ridiculous? I know this. I told you at the beginning of all this - this is my CONFESSION.

I am relieved to say I am not alone. My best friend since childhood who lives a few states away is also obsessed. We send each other hesitant text messages through out the show. The first one is (and most ALWAYS be) "are you watching real time?" Because a reaction text to a part of the show one of us hasn't gotten to yet could be devastating. Once we've established we are indeed watching the same moments of the show together, we then send texts that are nothing more than "reaction" texts.

Last night's text dialogue:
"Are you watching real time?"
"Yes - ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"
"I know right?"
"This is crazy."
"So frustrating."
"Charlotte is freaky."
"Yah - they do a good job of that."
"I mean - WTF?"
"For real - why do we like this show?"
"We are gluttons for pain."
"Don't forget to read the Post tomorrow so we can figure out what the hell all this means."

It is the best thing about my Wednesday evenings. If that makes me crazy - I'll accept it. Judger.