Archive for March, 2007

We’re goin’ to the zoo, zoo, zoo

Tuesday, March 13th, 2007 | Life in Czeltistan | 2 Comments

No posts today, citizens of Czeltistan. It’s far, far too nice to be inside, so Mom and I are taking the World’s Cutest Niece™ to the zoo for the first time. (Don’t worry, 9622ers, she’ll see the monkeys.)

Catch you all tomorrow.

Update: Photos! And a second batch of photos from Mom.

It all makes so much sense now

Monday, March 12th, 2007 | Fun With Teh Intarweb | No Comments

Freelancefred helps demystify stone circles.

Right. So…the weekend.

Monday, March 12th, 2007 | Life in Czeltistan | 2 Comments

There were parades. There were about 90 members of the NYPD. There was a hockey game. There was some pizza. And there was an endless parade of local bars.

There was very little sleep.

Christyl & I had offered to help out some friends by carrying a sponsor banner in the Shamrock Club’s St. Pat’s Parade. As of Wednesday, that was our only plan. Parade on Saturday, then a couple cocktails with friends afterward. The end.

And then at lunch on Thursday, I ran into a friend from the Shamrock Club who was with a couple of New York cops who were in town for the parade. (Thanks for bringin’ them to Milwaukee, Shamrock Club & Emerald Society. They’re welcome back any time.) The guys extended an invitation to come out and have drinks with them that evening, so I did. In theory, I was going for an hour or two. In practice, it was drinks at their shindig, then we all piled into my car and went back downtown for more drinks. It’s entirely possible we closed the bars. Plans were made for meeting up again at the hockey game on Friday.

Friday turned into the hockey game (a win. yay!), a trip back to the guys’ hotel for a party being thrown there, then back out to the Safe House. Christyl & I bailed after that. We had to, or there was no way we were going to be able to walk the parade route the next day. Apparently it’s bad form if the units randomly peel off for Gatorade stops. Plus, Christyl was nursing the mother of all sinus infections, so smokey bars probably weren’t the order of the day.

Saturday was parade day. We did our marching thing in the big parade downtown (which one of the other Milwaukee Flickristas caught on film), then headed out to the west side to catch the other parade and meet back up with the guys. Had some drinks with them and several other friends at Derry’s. After that, Christyl & I were down to one cop in tow (Tom) and we were all in a pizza mood, so we headed over to Pizza Man for dinner. (And thus the Milwaukee/NY Pizza Exchange Program was born. Tom, it’s your turn to pick the pie next time.)

Heading over to the pub after dinner, we ran into my brother. He had kind of a “Well, there are my sister and Christyl, and there’s a cop. Wonder if I should just keep driving” look about him. (Oh, ye of little faith.) At that point, Christyl had decided to take her sinus infection home, so we gave my brother her parking spot. He went off to his movie, and Tom & I continued on to Paddy’s for a beer. (You wanna get a guy some ego stroking, take him to an Irish bar in this town while he’s wearing NYPD dress blues. Love galore.) Met up with my friend Nate, had some cocktails, called it a night kind of early-ish. We were just too tired to stay out any more.

And then last night was a party for the guys, thrown by the Emerald Society, at Mo’s Irish Pub. I figured I’d show up around 6 and be home by 10-ish. Showed up closer to 7pm, got home some time in the wee hours. Apparently I will never learn. Told the guys that while I’m glad they’re here and it’s been a great weekend, I’m ever-so-glad they’re going home tonight. And no, I would not be joining them at the Old German Beer Hall this afternoon. Something about having to work. (And not actually wanting to be anywhere near a bar.)

So, in a nutshell, that was my last four days. It seemed like there were camera flashes going off every 30 seconds or so, but it turns out I didn’t really take that many photos. What I’ve got can be found here.

To all the Emerald Society, Shamrock Club and local law enforcement folks we hung out with and met this weekend, thanks for throwing an awesome party. And to the New Yorkers we spent time with — especially Brian, Ian, Matt, Tom & Erin, you guys are fabulous. Your secrets about the world’s shortest cab ride, what rank you all are, and bicycles you came across on your walk home are safe with Christyl & me. We’ll see you all in May.

I think I may have to cave…

Monday, March 12th, 2007 | Life in Czeltistan | 11 Comments

…and get a cell phone.

Anyone got any phones or providers they absolutely love or hate?

Weekend update coming shortly. Need more caffeine first. (And if anyone finds my voice, could you let me know? Thanks.)

I’m an idiot

Sunday, March 11th, 2007 | Life in Czeltistan | 5 Comments

I spend all weekend around cops (story coming later). I’m out of their sight for a few hours, and I manage to lock my keys in my car when I stop in at work on a quick errand. My timing is excellent.

Aaargh. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

*bangs head on wall*


Thursday, March 8th, 2007 | You Call This News? | 8 Comments

It’s really kind of weird when you go check out the local online daily and find out they’ve just done a “where are they now” on one of your ex-boyfriends.

He’s actually one of the main reasons I took a job at The Milwaukee Journal in the first place. He’d written a review of something that ticked me off so badly that I decided I would start working there and then take his job. And then I got there, worked in the newsroom for awhile and decided I didn’t want it after all. But we became friends and there was a group of us that hung out a lot and went to concerts together. (Replacements shows, anyone?) And then I left Mother Journal. And then we dated. And then we didn’t. And then he moved out of town. (I had nothing to do with that part.)

Man, was that really all so long ago? Yikes.

We’ve talked a few times since then, and I still see one or two of the people from the newsroom group (though mostly I see the ex of the other Anne from the group). Every now and then I think of shooting Thor an email to see how he’s doing. Guess this is a reminder I should do that. And I guess this article shouldn’t really be a big surprise, as it was written by someone else we worked with when we were both in the newsroom. (Andy — or I guess it’s Drew these days — I still blame you and the rest of the sports guys for this alcohol tolerance I have, you bad influences, you.)

So now I’ve just spent the last 20 minutes scrolling through memories of my years in the newsroom and hanging out with Thor. I’m sure my coworkers are wondering why I’m sitting in my cube, giggling to myself. Most of the things that are amusing me are location jokes (as in “you had to be there”), but some I could explain. Like how Thor kept an angry letter from Don Henley posted on his fridge at home and how he had a file of his favorite hate letters (including one that started, memorably, “Dear Anal Vapor”). Or how his desk was right at the windows along the hallway where the tour groups stopped, so he had all kinds of goofy things in the window to amuse them. Or silly things we used to do in the sports dept. to amuse ourselves when we had downtime (like sending obscene messages to the entire dept from unsuspecting coworkers who had left themselves logged on to their computers) (computers were new yet, you see. Very novel). And memories of concerts and parties and time spent at the pub across the street from the paper. And of spending a lot of time digging around in the paper’s library stacks between deadlines. And of really enjoying my time in the newsroom with the 200 other people who worked there, even when it seemed like there were far too many deadlines every day and when you never knew what shift you’d be working from one week to the next.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my job now. But, boy, there sure are days I miss being in a newsroom.

So there’s me being wistful again. I should really stop that and get back to work. These files aren’t gonna archive themselves.


Wednesday, March 7th, 2007 | Design-y Bits | 1 Comment

Chocolate bubble wrap

(via Neatorama)

Must be a slow news day

Wednesday, March 7th, 2007 | You Call This News? | 3 Comments

We can add this to the list of reasons why I’m not a news editor. When this guy called in with his story, my response would have been, “Errm. Ok. Up the dosage on whatever it is you’re supposed to be taking, m’kay? Thanks for calling.” No way would I have actually sent someone out to report on it. But that’s just me, I guess.

Religious Symbol Found In Celery

Personally, I just see a “T.” So maybe that’s a sign that language will save us. Ooh — or maybe it’s the top part of a corkscrew. Wine will save us all!

Light up the night

Tuesday, March 6th, 2007 | Design-y Bits | 1 Comment

Fantastic shot from the Astronomy Picture of the Day from a day last month: Lightning, comet and fireworks. Nice one.

Wish I remembered to check that site more often. Thanks to The Morning News for the reminder.

Oh, happiness

Sunday, March 4th, 2007 | Tunes! | 3 Comments

I had to do a double-take when I read the ad, but it turns out I read it right the first time: Jon Dee Graham is coming to town. I didn’t think I was gonna get a chance to see him again unless I went back down to Austin. He puts on a fantastic live show. We managed to catch him twice when I was down at SXSW some years back. Worth every minute in line to see those shows. Extra bonus: They’re playing with The Silos. Haven’t seen them since I worked at Shank Hall (so it’s been… well… ages. 15 years, maybe).

Thou shalt not cut into beer time on Fridays

Friday, March 2nd, 2007 | Life in Czeltistan | 4 Comments

Conversation I just had with my brother, who will be joining me for the hockey game tonight, but who will be late for the game:

Me: I’ll get you a ticket. Why don’t you stop into [bar A] before you go to [bar B to meet people] and get the ticket?
Mike: Why don’t you leave it at will-call?
Me: Well, that’s two lines I have to stand in, then. That cuts into my valuable beer-drinking time, which I sorely need today.
Mike: *laughing* Oh, no. Two lines! Why don’t you hook up an IV or something? I’m sure you’ll figure it out.

That’s it — next time he gets his own ticket.

Waiting for the weekend

Friday, March 2nd, 2007 | Life in Czeltistan, Tunes! | 1 Comment

Sorry to stick cheesy songs in your head, but that seems to be the order of the day here in Czeltistan.

Following tonight’s hockey game: REO Speedwagon.

Yes, honestly.

I really, really hated them in the ’80s, but somehow am looking forward to them playing tonight. Mostly for humor value, I suspect. And once they’ve poisoned my brain with their music, it’ll be time to go catch co-worker Jason and his band. So my night will go from über-cheesy to ultra-crunchy in only a matter of minutes. Fantastic.

Local news is here to save us!

Thursday, March 1st, 2007 | You Call This News? | 4 Comments

Oh, North Dakota, you amuse me so. Excellent reporting, gang. Thanks for warning the people of the north plains about the growing threat of emo.

I want one of the Emo Emu posters. That’s fantastic.