Jenn Martinelli Blogging in Boston

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Remember, Ginger Rogers did everything Fred Astaire did, but backwards and in high heels.

Faith Whittlesey

I feel like that's probably something I'll find myself saying a lot in general.

Oh, Homer, if only people had taken your example and thought twice about getting Lasik eye surgery.

I'm glad I never did this.

We need to take some photos of Billy on a walk or two in his new park, but here's an older one of him in Boston Common from a few years ago.

What a big doggie smile!

I despise the stupid Dunkin Donuts commercial with Papelbon at his locker after a game and an endless line of "everyday people" coming up to slap his ass and say "Good game!"

This is apparently because they are all so happy to get something free at Dunkin Donuts after the game. I can't even follow the point of the commercial because I'm so distressed by the dumber than dirt look on Papelbon's face. He just looks so stupid. Like he's trying to figure out something really hard, not act in a Dunkin Donuts commercial.

Although there were definitely some pigs next door to us on Beacon Hill, the trend continues in our new neighborhood.

We have a compactor at the back of our building which is awesome because you can throw out your garbage any time you want, not only certain days of the week, plus it's kind of excellent to activate it and watch it smash all the garbage.

Anyway, but almost every time I go down there, someone has thrown in too much garbage without running the compactor or lazily put their garbage somewhere in the general vicinity but definitely not inside the compactor, or something similar. It's really ridiculous.

And here's a new one. It's one thing, I suppose, if it's very full. But just now I took garbage down there and it barely had anything in it and everything was all crushed down to the bottom - plenty of room. But there was trash strewn all over the ground and other parts of the compacter, not in it. The reason?

From what I can tell, everyone was too lazy to lift the rubber doors to place their garbage inside. I mean really, how lazy are people? That's kind of like being too lazy to open your own door so you can leave your apartment. WTF?

And here is a funny old picture of Billy I happened across while going through photos a little.

He looks like he's really got something to say!

So this year is my ten year reunion at college, which is fairly traumatic in some ways.

But, luckily it's also a good reason for a bunch of us to head back out to Northampton and catch up, which I'm looking forward to.

In any case, on that note, I thought I'd share a fun photo from the good old days. Here I am trying to force Clementine to be in a picture with me after, if I remember correctly, also forcing her to put on lipstick. Yeah, we were cool like that. Please notice the Dr. Pepper on my desk as well as the lovely collection of cassette tapes. Excellent. Also, my ghost-like complexion is from the flash - I kind of look like a vampire.

Oh my fucking God. That's all.

This morning I was awakened partly by a weird chemical-y burn-y smell in the apartment. It kind of freaked me out, I was half out of it wondering if something was on fire or melting on a radiator or something but couldn't find anything to attribute it to in the apartment.

Then, I took Billy out and discovered the smell is much worse outside the building. However, do you think I could locate the source of said smell? No.

It kind of smells like it might be a road being paved somewhere but I saw nothing all up and down Boylston or within my view of Park Drive so whatever it is, it smells so bad that without even being in my sight it's smelling up the whole neighborhood and the inside of my apartment.

Awesome.

Thanks, Boston!

I don't really understand how this happens. I'm not exactly saying it's the school's idea to police every student constantly, after all, most students are adults, and if they live off campus how much can you really keep an eye on them?

But I guess this is what I don't understand: If I got that email I would be very concerned about poor Daniel Kim and even if it wasn't "protocol" I would be all over people about following up etc. Where was the actual human being who read that message? I don't get the complete apathy.

There's really nothing that needs to be added to what Sarah says here.

She hit the nail on the head.

Plus, shout out to Eric Cartman, which is awesome.

Seriously, what were you thinking? You do realize that people, like, record things you say and then they, like, get reported and stuff, right?

You go into these small towns in Pennsylvania, and like a lot of small towns in the Midwest, the jobs have been gone now for 25 years and nothing's replaced them. And they fell through the Clinton Administration and the Bush Administration, and each successive administration has said that somehow these communities are going to regenerate and they have not. And it's not surprising, then, they get bitter, they cling to guns or religion or antipathy to people who aren't like them or anti-immigrant sentiment or anti-trade sentiment as a way to explain their frustrations.

Barack Obama

Genius.

Well, I think everybody got spring fever today. I got so warm on my way to work that I had to take my jacket off.

I love Christopher Columbus Park in the summer, here's a photo for you:

I looked up my family tree and found out I was the sap.

Rodney Dangerfield

Yes, it deserves an all caps headline.

Papa John's delivers there.

Holy crap, if you haven't had Papa John's pizza and breadsticks with garlic dipping sauce, you haven't lived, and I feel very sad for you my friend.

I almost burst a blood vessel when I saw a Papa John's delivery guy at the building next door walking home one night. There's one in the city that delivers to our neighborhood!

In the past, our closest was one in Somerville which we could only get when we had a rental car or Zipcar for some reason.

By the way, yes, of course we got it delivered pretty much the next day after making this discovery!

Good thing I at least tied for first in my pool at work now, because otherwise I'd be wicked pissed! Well, I'm still kind of pissed but less so than I would be if they just screwed me out of all the money.

Bastards!

I'm watching the finals here and Kansas just tied Memphis and it went into overtime. Memphis, what are you doing to me?

Rose, I'm pissed at you for your gummy bear indiscretions.

US: China, we think it would be nice if you would start treating that little country, Tibet, a little nicer. Could you please consider doing that?

China: US, we think it would be nice if you would go fuck yourself.

US: Oh, OK. Thank you very much. You'll still buy stuff from our companies, right?

The end.

Update: Um, China, everyone kind of hates you. And by you I mean your government, not the guy working for 8 cents an hour at Chinese WalMart.

I would rather be exposed to the inconveniences attending too much liberty than to those attending too small a degree of it.

Thomas Jefferson

I just got a call from our office March Madness pool coordinator and I'm in first place! The worst I can do is tie and if Memphis wins I win! That's awesome! Dude, I never win things like this.

Word.

I just had to take 30 seconds to put these up because Clementine freaking made my day when she sent me these photos of Hester playing with a daycare friend's dolly and pony.

Clementine said when she saw her interest in the pony she thought of me right away. We have a running joke from college about how I loved ponies and unicorns when I was a little girl whereas Clementine most decidedly did NOT. I told her when Hester was born that she was going to love ponies too.

Excellent. (Mouse over photos for comments.)

So we moved this weekend. Well, this weekend and unfortunately also last night and this morning.

We were retrieving Billy the dog and Emily the kitty from our old apartment around 7:30 this morning. They did not exactly enjoy the trip. Well, Billy probably did, though he choked himself a couple of times, but given that Emily literally never leaves the safety of our little apartment home as soon as I opened the door into the hallway at Anderson Street she was already half in a panic. I had to zip her into my coat and wrangle Billy with one arm while I made sure she didn't escape with the other.

Rob was parked at a hydrant waiting for me. Luckily it was a quick drive over though traffic was building up in the opposite direction on Storrow Drive.

Anyway, Billy was all worked up and Emily, after a quick inspection of the premises and being yanked out of one box (because it was full of clean clothes which I intend to remain free of cat vomit) went into hiding in the far corners of the closet, where I'm sure she'll mostly stay for a while until more of our stuff is put away and she finds new favorite perches to sit on.

Every muscle in my body hurts and I didn't get a single second of sleep last night. I'm exhausted. I'd like to get some stuff put away tonight but you can bet that I won't be up very late and I won't have the mental capacity for too much more other than things like folding laundry and putting hangers on the bar in the closet.

Anyway, I took some in progress moving photos which I'll try to put up soon. Billy is possibly getting used to his new dog bed, though at first he objected and refused to climb up on it. We might need to remove more beans.

This post is kind of a mess but I wanted to update you all my faithful readers! As you can see, Rob was super on top of everything and already has the server back up and our sites redirected to the new IP address. Good job robreed!