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Drama
Posted by Alan Edwards
When I think of drama, I generally think of actors. Drama is typically considered the performance of a situation by actors, portrayed in a realistic manner. Drama is fine on the stage, although dramas about real-life scenarios tend to bore the shit out of me (why would I ever want to watch a married couple arguing about their problems, when it is so unpleasant to do the actual thing in real life? It’d be like watching a movie about someone doing bank reconciliations). What I have a big problem with, though, is when drama BECOMES real life, or when one’s life becomes filled with drama, whether related to you or not.
Five Things for Tuesday, February 9th
Posted by Alan Edwards
1. More snow is on the way, and finally, it’s not on a friggin’ weekend. That means a SNOW DAY! I’ll have to work from home, but it won’t be like having to be in the office, that’s for damn sure. My back and shoulders still hurt from shoveling, but them’s the breaks.
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Tags: Annoying Things, Corporate BS, Football, Government BS, Home Life
Five Things for Tuesday, January 19th
Posted by Alan Edwards
1. East Coast Italian-Americans have got to be some of the most annoying people on the planet. Mind you, I have a lot of friends who are of this ilk – my best friend since I was 12 among them – so I know of what I speak. Why is it that every single one of them claim to have Mob members in their family (always a cousin or uncle) and insist on pronouncing any Italian food in the most ridiculous manner possible? Really, are you going to say gobbagoo instead of capicolla? Because you think it sounds authentic? It actually makes you sound like a fucking retard. When Italian Americans go to Taco Bell, do they roll their R’s so they can sound Mexican when ordering a berrrr-rito suprrr-emma? When they go to an Irish restaurant, do they put on a high-pitched Lucky Charms leprechaun voice to order corned beef and cabbage? My wife’s grandfather, a legitimate off-the-boat Italian from, you know, Italy, would never talk like that. Why? Because he was in America, and wanted to be an American, not some ridiculous caricature of someone who wants to be recognized as Italian. And it seems to be an East Coast, Philly/New York/New Jersey thing for Italian-descended families, even the ones that are half-Italian or less. I blame the popularity of mob movies for the phenomenon.
Winter in Derenemyn 