If you visited this blog anytime within the last twelve hours or so, you'll now notice that I pulled my last entry.

This is not because I am trying to censor myself and/or my thoughts. It's simply to protect the innocent from any lasting professional repercussions.

I can see from my sitemeter that my earlier post drew quite a bit of attention from the wrong people and/or organizations, and I have no desire to get anyone in trouble.

Thanks for reading.

Labels: bad news, opinions, technology, work

Just got back from the penultimate show of this Foo tour.

Unfortunately, I got COLD BUSTED at the door with my Nikon (man, is ANYTHING going my way lately???). So I had to turn around and take it back to the car. Damn.

The show was okay but I think they're just tired! Their last show is tomorrow night at the Meadowlands. Dave's voice is sounding worn down.

I do have a teensy bit of good news, though: in true stalker form, I sat outside the stage door of the venue this afternoon for almost three hours, waiting for the guys to come to soundcheck. The Huz was with me almost the entire time (thanks honey! You're the BEST!).

At around 3:30 p.m., two tricked-out tour buses pull up right next to us. Dave and Chris pop out of the first one and go straight into the arena. Didn't even look in our direction--and there were only about seven fans standing around outside.

Nate, Pat Smear, Rami Jaffee, and Taylor hopped out of the second bus. I yelled hello to each of them, and they posed for a picture for me! Taylor was especially nice.

I also got a picture of me and Sean Cox, their guitar tech. Very cool guy!

Here's the sucky part: later in the afternoon, I accidentally deleted the GREAT picture of Pat and Rami. I am so pissed at myself!

I still have a nice shot of Taylor smiling for the camera, and two shots of Mr. Grumpy--er, Grohl--making a beeline for the stage door.

I'll post the shots in the next day or two when I get home. My inlaws claim to have high-speed internet here, but I suspect otherwise. Plus, their mouse is pretty much shot and that is seriously aggravating me now. I can't work under these conditions! /diva rant

Labels: bad news, concerts, family, Foo Fighters, good news, marriage, music, pictures, sheer idiocy, sheer insanity, travel

Just received "the call" from my recruiter. I didn't get the job at Company X.

They decided, not surprisingly, to extend the offer to the other candidate who had actual real-life relationship management experience.

Oh well. It was a great experience for me and I got good feedback on it. The recruiter told me that both the local and West Coast people I met with really liked me, thought I was very poised in a stressful situation, and would definitely put me on the short list of candidates if another opportunity arises.

Boo.

Labels: bad news, work

Hibiscus on my deck.

Sigh...back to work in eight hours.

Oh yeah. I nearly broke my hand this afternoon. As it is, I bruised it very badly, which I think is sometimes worse than a fracture. Some of the skin on the top of my hand completely peeled away, too. Gross!

The cause of it is so stupid that I don't even want to mention it, but let's just say it involved a very sweaty and devious Huz chasing me around the house, in his underwear.

Good times.

Labels: bad news, health, marriage, Philly burbs, pictures, sheer idiocy

Sounds like a lot of fun, eh?

Being the wonderfully compliant (except for right now) patient that I am, I will be following my doctor's orders to stay off the computer for the remainder of the weekend.

I started developing a wicked pain under my right scapula on Wednesday at work. Those familiar with me might remember that I get little knots in that area from either bad stress or just plain old overusage of my mouse/computer...or lately, the way work has been...BOTH.

I went for a massage after work on Wednesday, hoping it would help. It didn't. Actually, it made it worse. By the time I got home at 8 p.m., I couldn't move my head at all without a searing pain shooting up my back and into my neck.

I took a Flexeril and went to bed. Of course, didn't help that The Huz had been on a business trip in Kentucky since Sunday. I was all alone, in so much pain. Sniff, sniff.

I woke up yesterday and still couldn't move; in fact could barely get out of bed. I called out of work but still spent 75 minutes on the phone with our assistant, helping her handle some of my workload. Is that dedication or just insanity?

The Huz got home late morning and I was able to get in to see my doctor. He told me I'm having trapezius spasms and that I need to give my right arm complete rest from anything strenuous or repetitive for the next few days. He wrote me a note for work, explaining that I can't return until Monday. Then he gave me some scripts for an anti-inflammatory and a painkiller (Ultram, not Darvocet, dammit).

So I just wanted to give my cyberbuddies an update, and an explanation as to why I'll be scarce in the next few days.

PS - The good care and loving attention I received yesterday from The Huz was definitely the nicest Valentine's gift I could ever get. Thanks honey!

Labels: bad news, bitching, health, marriage, work

What a loss.

I found out about his death around 5:30 p.m. yesterday, but was honestly too stunned to mention anything about it here.

Then I accidentally came across a video on TMZ that showed his body being carried out of the apartment building where he was found. I couldn't watch it; I found it very tasteless.

I read this morning on my favorite celeb/pop culture boards that his family found out about his death FROM THE MEDIA. How awful is that?

I hope those paparazzi vultures will leave them and Michelle Williams alone so that they can grieve privately.

Labels: bad news, celebrities, gossip

On a shallow (VERY shallow) note:

Britney Spears' kid sister and Nickelodeon actress Jamie Lynn Spears is pregnant.

She's 16 years old.

Well done.

Labels: bad news, celebrities, sheer idiocy

You know you're getting old when "Sweet Child O'Mine" is playing on the classic rock radio station.

Sob.

Labels: bad news, childhood, memories, music