Still Employed

Sigh.

Fuck Me

I’m on a job I absolutely love. Even though it’s television it runs pretty smoothly and I feel like I am adding great value to the product through my work. The stuff we have shot so far looks good. Better than it needs to be.

And I might get fired tomorrow.

Two incidents happened today where things fell through the cracks, and people made decisions without consulting me on the repercussions. In both cases they made the wrong decision. I could have helped them make the right one but they made incorrect, self-serving assumptions. The thing is, they are both higher up the command chart than me and if they choose self-preservation they will burn me to save themselves. That’s the way it goes.

As I said: fuck me.

We have created a monster

Harper demanded caviar with dinner tonight. As in, full-on screaming, kicking, flailing and wailing until we served her some caviar. The second it was in front of her she smiled like an angel and began popping it into her mouth.

I have frequented the Obika Mozzarella Bar in the IBM building for years and highly recommend it. Without question the best cheese I have eaten. Now that they are opening downtown there is no excuse not to go.

inmi:

Anyone have suggestions for not gross hotels that won’t cost an arm and a leg. Still trying to plan my Avon Walk trip and the hotel Avon picked, along with it’s room rate is pretty ridiculous. (From the map it looks like it’s Avenue of the Americas and 54th). If you have a tip for…

The Fitzgerald by Grand Central is fairly nice and generally has good rates.

Dinner time

Dinner time

Let the games begin!

Let the games begin!

White people: Buys a 60” 3D TV. Never uses the 3D function.

Guilty.

(Source: wildcherrycarrie)

papermagazine:

This never gets old.

(Source: mlkovich)

flowisaconstruct:

gatherattheriver:

want

Had.

1985. I’m a junior in high school.  A buddy tells me that a great band is playing at Peabody’s Down Under, a club in the flats in Cleveland.  Tell my parents I’m going to the library and head downtown.  Show our fake i.d.’s at the door then watch the Violent Femmes with about 50 other people as they tour in support of Hallowed Ground.  They played the first two albums in their entirety; without a doubt one of the best gigs I ever saw.  Afterwards I picked up a 26 year old woman waiting in line at the gyro stand. Banged her for a bunch of months before her younger sister busted me as being a high school student.  #Best Life

flowisaconstruct:

gatherattheriver:

want

Had.

1985. I’m a junior in high school. A buddy tells me that a great band is playing at Peabody’s Down Under, a club in the flats in Cleveland. Tell my parents I’m going to the library and head downtown. Show our fake i.d.’s at the door then watch the Violent Femmes with about 50 other people as they tour in support of Hallowed Ground. They played the first two albums in their entirety; without a doubt one of the best gigs I ever saw. Afterwards I picked up a 26 year old woman waiting in line at the gyro stand. Banged her for a bunch of months before her younger sister busted me as being a high school student. #Best Life

(Source: rushisthebastard)

retronewyork:

"Snowfall Hits the Deuce" 1987
photo by Matt Weber

retronewyork:

"Snowfall Hits the Deuce" 1987

photo by Matt Weber

(via oldnewyork)

Tweets concerning UCSB shooting, misogyny, and masculinity by Imran Siddiquee, Director of Communications for The Representation Project, the organization behind Miss Represenation and the soon-to-be-released documentary The Mask You Live In

Good stuff. I have also called out men who harass women on the street. Ask them what they are thinking, if you catcall a woman she is going to choose to fuck you? They never have an answer.

(via johnzilla87)

I heard a pitch for a film today that would be a feature length movie based on the “it’s raining turkeys” episode of WKRP in Cincinnati.

Goodnight, Riverdale!

Goodnight, Riverdale!