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Friday, December 16, 2005
School's Out Forever!
I'm rocking out to Alice Cooper's song in my head right now. I handed in my last final ever. That's it. Undergraduate degree, check! Master's degree, (provided I get a B average) check! I already have a cummalitive 3.7 average, so even if I get a C, which I doubt, I'll be an official graduate graduate :) Stick a fork in me, I am done. Done, no more homework, just real work. It will be nice to just work full-time instead of doing school and work full-time. No more night classes, phew. Was it worth it? Yes, my writing has improved a great deal as did my journalism skills. I have to head back to NYU soon though, need to get all the alumni gear. Plus keychains and tees for the family. Note: if you are family reading this, please disregard the above statement. Thank you.

MTA Strike = Y2K?
So all week the threat of a possible subway transit strike wreaked havoc in the city but so far has turned out to be nothing. I didn't have to work from home or walk further than I usually do. My friend K slept over my place last night in order to have a shorter walk to work, all for naught. It's like Y2K, all the media fuss and disaster preparations that took place and then nothing the world contained on.

Posted by Tara at 10:56 AM PST
Updated: Tuesday, December 20, 2005 12:07 PM PST
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Pac Man Diaries
Last night around midnight, on a work night mind you, Miss Ski Boots above me decided to play some music and I'm not talking the lull you to sleep kind. Even through my ear plugs--which I bought for these occasions--I heard the constant thumping of the bass from her speakers vibrating through the ceiling ... and my pillow.

When I finally fell asleep around 1:30ish I had equated the sound with the noise Pac Man makes when he eats a pellet. I ended up dreaming that I was searching for the moving, stomping cherry bonus point, trying not to get killed by Blinky and the other colored ghosts. Instead of being on a PacMan board though I was going back and forth on the Upper East Side grid, well I suppose it could have been the Upper West Side too. My race finally ended when I ran into a friend going into Central Park and my dream changed focus. Maybe my neighbor had decided to finally turn off her stereo and go to sleep. I know, dreams are only interesting to those who had them.

I actually have my own Ms. Pac Man machine. Not in my current tiny studio, but in storage waiting to be played again. It's the sit down cocktail table kind. My father gave me the one he had in his restaurant for my 10th birthday. I remember coming home to it in and seeing it sitting there in the living room of me and my mom's apartment and then all my friends and I playing it. The best thing was that I could enable it to accept quarters or open the coin holder and jimmy the free credit button.

The problem with having one in your apartment though is that it's really loud. I put cardboard over the speakers to help muffle the sound otherwise I couldn't play it in the evening or mornings so that I didn't disturb my neighbors. Over the years as I moved around it has graced my bedroom, a spare room, two basements and a living room. I stupidly covered the sides with large stickers when I was twelve and unfortunately it will look even worse if I attempt to remove them. I guess the ASPCA bumper sticker will have to stay.

The sad thing is that in all the years that I've had the machine, I've only been to level three before losing all my spare guys. My cousin holds the record at reaching board four. In my defense, It's the PacMan game with the extended screen, where you think you reached the end and then it moves to show you more and more dots. It doesn't have those sneaky passages either that let you go to the other side, nope you have to munch your way back and not get killed.

Food for thought: If Ms. Pac Man is supposedly married to Mr. Pac Man and begot a Junior Pac Man even, then why isn't she a Mrs.? Poor grammar usage, where is Lynne Trust?

PS: This is my 200th post!

Posted by Tara at 9:01 PM PST
Updated: Monday, January 2, 2006 2:33 PM PST
Monday, December 12, 2005
Partied like it was my birthday
So it was a good thing it was otherwise the circle that formed around me while I how-downed to "The Gambler," the blackmail photos that ensued and the big group of 20 of my close friends would have been a little bit over done otherwise ;) Add in the fact that we were also celebrating my impending master's degree, explains why I'm still tired on Monday.

Let me introduce you to...

The happy hour nazi, D-Rod, who made sure we all drank our share of free drinks during my reserved one hour open bar:

My hero, D-Rod’s husband Eddy:

Dance hotties Dawn and Caroline:

Becca, who came down from NH, and yes I'm very happy, lol.

K and Eddy getting their groove on or imitating John Travolta, u decide:

Gotta love the group shots and dancing on the bar photos:

My DVD Review: The Baxter

Posted by Tara at 7:08 AM PST
Updated: Sunday, December 18, 2005 2:03 PM PST
Thursday, December 8, 2005
Would you like coffee with your subway?
On Monday the MTA put into effect new rules for subway riders like not allowing feet or bags on empty seats. Yet their proposed rule in September that forbid people to drink coffee on the subway trains was overturned after riders complained. Although I don't bring a cup on my commute, I originally felt bad for those who do when the rule was first issued.

Until today that is when a coffee holding woman dropped her full cup of coffee all over the surprisingly clean floor. She didn't even apologize for getting splashes on my expensive black holiday work pants and on other people's clothes or get upset over the thought that someone had to clean her mess up later and of all the clean shoes that would have to step in her puddle. I would have felt bad for her if she looked at all remorsefully or if she didn't huff and puff over the fact that I had to grab the bar closest to her to keep myself from falling during the bumpy ride this morning.

News: Brake on drink & ride ban

1 day to my birthday
2 days to birthday open bar party

Posted by Tara at 9:27 AM PST
Updated: Thursday, December 8, 2005 7:51 PM PST
Wednesday, December 7, 2005
iPod on Random
When I listen to my iPod I don't use the playlists feature or listen to one particular artist or theme at a time. Instead, I listen to my complete hodge podge of songs on random. It makes things interesting really.

I even try to add in some random stuff to make me smile when they come on. Mostly TV theme songs like Reading Rainbow, Fraggle Rock, Golden Girls, Mary Tyler Moore and Facts of Life. Seriously, try keeping a straight face when walking to work while muppets are singing "Dance your cares away, worries for another day." It always makes me wonder if anyone could ever guess what I was listening to right then as I walk past them with my white earphones in. I'm sure they are frightened by my goofy smile and under the surface laughter. Just the other day, I was riding in a crowded elevator and Olivia Newton John's "Let's Get Physical" started playing on my pod, sharply contrasting with the tense atmosphere. It was too funny, but I guess you had to be there.

But I love things like that. Like when "Midnight Train to Georgia" or "My Baby Takes the Morning Train" comes on when I'm actually on a subway train. Or "Downtown" plays when I'm in fact downtown, etc.

I have the old school 15G iPod, not the shuffle. I want the new video one, but the idea of reloading all my songs is too exhausting to me, lol. I'm currently loading stuff on my mother's.

Link: You can download TV theme songs for free HERE.

News: Blogging as 'intellectual hydroplaning'?

Posted by Tara at 7:53 AM PST
Updated: Wednesday, December 14, 2005 11:13 AM PST

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