See you lata sucka

Even though I enjoy blogging, it turns out I have a hard time actually writing posts on a regular basis. I try to approach my posts as acts of love where I respect their feelings and profess my undying commitment. Unfortunately, wordpress help says that one of the keys to getting more people to read your blog – besides pestering everyone on your email list, which I’ve tried – is to write more often. I’ll have to try harder. Maybe one day I’ll be one of those noble souls who make their entire living on maintaining a blog. For now, though, I’m merely an ordinary soul who makes his living on whining about the crappy projects he has to endure.

My life has had a recent development which I can only describe as fantastic – in the same way as moving out of solitary and into a regular jail cell is fantastic. For those not in the know, I’ve been plying my trade for the last few months in Piscataway, New Jersey. Our move there was an abrupt one from New York and I’ve never recovered. I at one point considered reporting my project managers to Amnesty International but soon I just stopped feeling. Here’s a picture of the office I was working in. It made me realize what an unnecessary letter X is, although, admittedly, DMX wouldn’t be as cool if he was DMECKS.

Besides the Office Space parallels, the worst part was the absolute lack of anything to do outside of work. Getting into New York was an absolute trek so most nights I just drank my sorrows away in the Embassy Suites happy hour. I guess Rutgers is nearby but most college bars aren’t great in the middle of the week – Rutgers no exception. In any case, I’m outta the Garden State, hopefully never to return. See ya lata, sucka! The only thing I’ll miss is the great Indian food and Hot 97 in the evenings (the morning show sucks).

The other big news of the past weeks was my favorite football (that’s soccer to some) Fenerbahce winning their first ever (and the first ever by a Turkish team) match in the UEFA Champion’s League knockout stages. Unfortunately, they let in two away goals but a victory smells just as sweet if it’s pink roses as it does if it’s red roses. The return leg is in less than a fortnight so fingers crossed there. I’ll probably write a longer post after those games. For now, I’ll add a picture of Jessica Biel (star of Seventh Heaven and Stealth). You can decide who you prefer in the Battle of the Jessicas but my vote has to go with Alba because I like the dark, exotic-looking types. And now, just so I don’t sound like an oversexed adolescent instead of a professional twenty-something, some more preferences: Hemingway over Faulkner, PERL over Java, Biggie over Jay-Z and beef over pork.