Media-crity

I just switched to Wordpress and am still working out the kinks. However, so far it seems to be worth the day I spent wrestling with the install and my shaky FTP client.

Stay tuned and stuff.

I’ve got nothing to do today but smile …
Originally uploaded by Flannfry.

Lunch spent hanging out in the sun = win

This is what I do when left to my own devices on a lazy Sunday.

I made it using Scrapblog, which is the coolest site EVER and makes all sorts of fun little things like this. It’s supposed to be for digital scrapbooks but I’ve been using it for, well, stuff like this.

HA! Pedroia’s up and what sounded like all of Fenway was singing Happy Birthday to him. DAMNIT WHY AM I NOT THERE???

All the happy birthday songs in the world will not fix the dismal lead the Blue Jays have though. SIGH.

…aaaaaaaaaand he’s out. 0-for-3 so far today.

I put on my robe and wizard hat jersey and Red Sox cap. And chug the diet coke.

Hmm. It’s mostly been pictures and bitching about Manny, huh?

Well let’s see. I turned 26 and I got to go into the Pacific Ocean for the first time. That’s about the most exciting thing.

For my birthday weekend I flew out to Portland (Oregon) to hang out with some cool girls. It was one of the best weekends of my life. Much of it too hard to articulate but suffice it to say it was also one of the best birthdays of my life.

Here are two of my favorite pictures from my birthday, both taken in Cannon Beach by Adria.

OMG THE OCEAN!! YAAAAAAY!!!!!

OMG THE OCEAN IS COLD!!!!!!!!!

Other than that, working hard, playing hard (My So-Called 90’s Night at the Common Ground in Allston, The Kinsale, Original Sin cider …), and not wanting the summer to end.

Ikea on wheels?
Originally uploaded by Flannfry.

Now that’s some cool advertising

Anti-theft device?
Originally uploaded by Flannfry.

Or just another winning flannfry moment?

Manny Manny Manny. End of an era. I’m relieved, depressed, dejected, nostalgic, and absolutely sure that this was the right decision. My feelings are scattered around and my head refuses to accept it. It’s gonna hurt the first time I see him in Dodger blue. On a baseball-level I absolutely support this.

On an emotionally-involved fan level, this sucks. A lot.

I’ve spent the day interpreting Maroon 5 lyrics to apply to the situation. Thus, to sum up my feelings, I give you this:

I never knew perfection til
I heard you speak, and now it kills me
Just to hear you say the simple things
Now waking up is hard to do
And sleeping is impossible too
Everything is reminding me of you
What can I do?

I’m not fine, I’m in pain
It’s harder everyday
Maybe we’re better off this way?
It’s better that we break, baby

And also this from MLB.com:

By nightfall, Epstein and Boston had to deal with an exit poll. The Red Sox were off Thursday. When they file into their Fenway Park locker room on Friday night for a series opener against Oakland, Ramirez won’t be there for the first time since Sept. 24, 2000.

But whatever they say, they’ll look more comfortable. It isn’t easy walking on eggshells for weeks. Now that their feet are firmly back on the ground, they have the traction to run down some renegade Rays.

Damnit.

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I just deleted all my 6+ month old tweets and put a box on the sidebar. I like twitter because I can send little updates about weird things I see in the street and want to blog about but always forget about by the time I get home.

Now I don’t have to take a picture and send it via flickr!

Dear 104:

After a couple of months of early departures, it’s nice to not have to get to the bus stop 10 minutes early. However, at least that was *A* schedule. Now you’ve given up and show up whenever. I’m convinced that they start new buses at Malden to mess with me. It sucks to get to the stop early, but to arrive at work as though I’d slept in an extra half hour.

To put it another way, I LOVE the new Hold Steady. Have it on endless repeat. But it should not be possible for me to listen to it twice on my morning commute.

No love,

The girl on the corner who refuses to thank you

Dear Male Commuters:

That’s a very pretty necklace! Now will you button your shirt please?

Gross,

A Fellow Passenger

Dear Cranky Lady on the Red Line:

Nuh uh. You do NOT get to shove through the mob exiting the train, flop into a seat, and SIGH as though we decided to play Red Rover and not let you in. You wait or you suffer the consequences.

Enjoy your trip you rude wench,

The girl who glared at you

I went out to return some pants and shop a bit. Then I thought it’d be a super idea to wander down Quincy Market way to find some cheesy Boston souvenirs someone. FAIL. I nearly killed 3 people, plus I still feel like crap so the walking from downtown to there was clearly too much for me and I was getting dizzy and weak.

So instead I sat down by the Holocaust Memorial because it’s my favorite place to hang out/people watch/find some peace in chaos. It’s a little removed from the touristmania of Quincy Market/Faneiul Hall but close enough that you can hear the crowd noise and street performers, and that people do come by, but far enough away that you’re not stepped on and/or in 1500 pictures.

In the half hour or so that I spent there, I witnessed:

–4 or 5 kids with balloon-animal swords and … sword holsters? around their waists. Much jousting to be had.
–A man try to explain the Holocaust to his 6-year-old son. I don’t remember what he said but it was kind of touching.
–A woman crying silently and praying
–A homeless man dividing his bottle of Popov between three water bottles and two separate families reacting in a horrified manner before dragging their children away
–A man ask his mother what bestiality was. The whole family then debated the proper pronunciation.
–A homeless man ask another homeless man to tie his bandana for him.

Then I headed to Haymarket caught the train home. I’m spent.