This question of the day comes from Superfluous Juxtaposition reader, Jessica, who asks:
By what day in the week must you ask someone/be asked by someone for a Friday night date? A Saturday night date? Or does it even matter anymore? Any insight would be appreciated. Thanks!
Discuss.
And in case you were wondering, my answer is: It doesn’t matter. Just don’t not make other plans because of him.
Set-Up Guy: He’s back from his trip and sent me an email, just as he said he would. (He’s a good guy.) We’re going to a screening at the Writers Guild Theater on Sunday.
Books: Has anyone else read Running With Scissors? Wow!
Stage: Saw Mortified last night. It was great, and even funnier than their last show! Afterwards, Marissa and I were talking to some people involved with it–turns out two of the guys know my sister, one guy knows a high school friend, and one’s a cute guy (whom I believe I exchanged Jdate emails with last year?) from Farmington Hills, MI which is right by where I used to live. Yes, we played Jewish geography. No, we didn’t know any of the same people. FYI–they are doing some shows in NYC, so Esther, Ari, and David, you guys should check them out!
TV: Please tell me someone else watched Beauty and the Geek last night. (I TiVo’d it and watched it when I got home.) None of my coworkers watched it so I have no one to talk about it with. If you saw it, what did you think? And yes, I am fully aware I am totally lame. And…I think I want to marry B-Side over at TVgasm because he wrote about my new favorite summer show.
Film: A few years ago, I saw Dogtown and Z-Boys, a documentary about the evolution of skateboarding from the 70s through today. Lately, I’ve been seeing ads for Lords of Dogtown and must admit, I am quite excited to see it. Yep, it’ll be me and all the 15-year-old skate punks in the theater. I know it.
Site of the Week: Truth In Cosmetic Surgery
In bulleted form and in random order:
Happy Friday.
Growing up in Michigan, I was a bit of a tomboy. I played with Matchbox Cars, collected baseball cards and Tigers’ autographs, and jumped at any chance to go to a Tigers’ game. In fact, I was obsessed with outfielder Kirk Gibson. And my obsession with him only grew after the Tigers won the World Series against the Padres in ‘84. 
The front page of the Detroit Free Press had a picture of Gibby celebrating the Tigers’ World Series win which was quickly made into a poster. And I, being Superfan Hilary, plastered these posters, along with an original newspaper copy, all over my bedroom walls.
The posters came with me when we moved to San Diego in 1985–the year after Detroit kicked San Diego’s butt in baseball. Since we* were hardcore fans, my family would often drive down to Anaheim to see the [then] California Angeles play the Tigers. My dad would make sure we got to the game early so he and I could hang out by the Tigers’ dugout to get my mitt signed. I had many of the ‘84 Tigers’ autographs and was dying to get Gibson’s. Here’s when it all went to hell. Pull out the tissues, because this is a tearjerker.
I was all decked out in my Tiger gear–hat, shirt, jacket, glove, you name it. Hanging out by the dugout, I had my mitt signed by some players, then saw Gibson. “Gibby, can I have your autograph?” I yelled to him. Here I was, a cute little 11-year-old girl, dressed head to toe in Tiger clothing. There was absolutely no mistaking I was a fan. I was so excited to think I would finally have Kirk Gibson’s autograph. As I got a pen and my glove ready for him to sign, he looked straight at me, said “No,” and walked away. I was stunned.
I cried. My dad yelled some not-so-nice things. Then we watched the game.
When we got home, I tore down my posters, ripped them up, and threw every Gibson-related item away. I guess you could say that was my first broken heart.
And of course, like any man in my life, Gibson reappeared a few years later, in the form of a Dodger. Of course he’d have to follow us out to southern California.
*Okay, my dad and I were fans. To this day, my mom will bring a book with her to a baseball game. And my sister will eat her way through it.
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Because of that equation, I’m thinking of switching to Typepad/Movable Type. Side notes: I own my domain and am very happy with my hosting company. Now, here are my questions:
Any additional input is much appreciated!
TV: I had no idea Chris Hency was a producer on Entourage. I guess you really do learn something new every day.
And in other TV news, I am still loving Beauty and the Geek. Even though some of the girls don’t seem as dingy as they did in the first episode, it’s still fun to watch.
Dating: A few of you have emailed me asking what’s up with my dating life. Well, there is no dating life at the moment. I had a second date with Set-Up Guy last Sunday and he’s super nice, but I just don’t know.
Other than that, nada. My Jdate subscription expired, and I came to the conclusion that with all of the money I’ve spent on Jdate and new date outfits, I could go on a really nice vacation. Well not really, but you get the idea. However, should you wish to get me a subscription as a gift, who am I to decline the offer? [ed. note: Hint hint, mom and dad.]
And lastly, if you have a nice Jewish boy for me, I am taking referrals.
Lame: Guess who’s gonna be on a Wheaties box? None other than my least favorite baseball player ever, Kirk Gibson. Blah.
Ponder: Since when do Lifesavers candy wrappers not contain a string? How am I supposed to open the roll now?
Blog: I’ve decided to go with Wordpress. I somehow figured out how to transfer over my Blogger posts. Anyone know how to transfer my Haloscan comments? The scripts I tried didn’t work.
Recipe: My co-worker found a great homemade marshmallow recipe that I am dying to try. If they turn out well, I’ll dip them in caramel or chocolate.
Site of the Week: Just Jared
I’m in the middle of moving over to Wordpress and I need some assistance. If anyone out there is familiar with Wordpress and willing to help me out with a few things, please email me or post something in the comments.
Thank you!
At work the other day, all employees in our 20-something story office building were required to have photos taken for our parking garage/building card key. (The same card key is used to enter and exit the parking garage as well as enter the building after hours.)
Being my usual nosy self, I inquired as to why photos were needed for this card. I understood why company card keys have photos, but parking garage card keys? Well, I got my answer: “In case the building goes into lockdown, we would require each employee to show their card key to enter or exit the building.”
Lockdown? Lovely.
Ever wonder what happens when your TiVo doesn’t communication with the mothership for 33 days? Well, wonder no more because I found out Friday night: You get every episode of Strip Search, every time it airs, because TiVo gets confused and doesn’t know which are new episodes. Oops! After spending an hour trying to get my box to talk to it’s leader, I finally rebooted the damn thing and voila, all is good in the TiVo world.
After tackling issue number one of the night, I was totally amped and decided to work on Superfluous Juxtaposition 2.0 (my new and improved blog layout using Wordpress). Sadly, my import skills are not up to par, so it’s taking me a lot longer than I expected (sorry Stacey!). It looks like I may be unable to import all 2000+ Haloscan comments (boo!) so I’m a little majorly bummed about that. [Ed. Note: Here's where I shamelessly beg for help from someone who has successfully imported Haloscan comments into either Blogger or Wordpress. Or is willing to help me.]
Saturday I treated myself to a mani/pedi then headed over to ACME with a friend to see A Day In The Life, sadly sans Wil Wheaton. Hysterical show, and definitely way better than any of the sketch I’ve seen at Groundlings lately. After the show, we stayed in the ‘hood and headed over to Hot Wings where we thoroughly stuffed ourselves. [Ed. Note: I feel the need to point out that while frequenting two places on or near La Brea, we didn't once have to pay for parking. Imagine that.]
Sunday morning found me waking up to a phone call from my mom asking if I felt the earthquake (no, and thank God). I then took my tummy-aching self to Weight Watchers where I once again became a member. I’m going to lose those pounds I put back on dammit! And yes, you can now expect to hear exciting stories of my weekly weight loss as well as low point food finds. Oh come on, you know you want to learn about points, don’t you?
The rest of Sunday was spent doing laundry, cleaning, and running errands, mainly in preparation for Tuesday night’s book club meeting which I am hostessing. It’s always fun figuring out how to seat a dozen people in my one bedroom apartment.
This is a temporary location. For my current blog, go to www.superjux.com.
This will eventually be my new blog. But first I need to figure out how to:
But ohmygod, so far it is waaaay better than Blogger. If you’re able (and willing) to help me with any of these things, it would be very much appreciated!
Majorly huge thanks to Justin for importing my Haloscan comments for me. You can now look forward to the new and improved blog hopefully sometime this week!
…the new Wordpress blog.
I still have to choose my colors (I’m not real fond of the green), fix some permalinks, and do some other template-related things. If you notice anything funky or something that you think should be changed, please let me know. Thanks!
p.s. Can anyone tell me how to add space between each recent comment on the sidebar? They’re kinda squished.
Yes, I got pressured into signing up on MySpace. (For those of you unfamiliar with MySpace, it’s basically the same thing as Friendster.) Nothing remotely close to exciting had come of it, save for lots of interesting emails from Indian and Pakistani men. But then…
Last week I received an email from a guy who has approached me numerous times at various Jewish young professionals events over the past few years. Here’s our email exchange (complete with spelling and grammatical errors) for your reading pleasure:
Him:
I like your profile but I cant add you as a friend because I dont know your last name or email address. Feel free to send me a friends request. I am Jewish too and live in LA.
Me:
Why would you add me as a friend? We don’t know each other.
Him:
I want to add you as a friend because you seem nice and intelligent. Also, it is cool that uyou arte Jewish also and live in Los Angeles. I like having a diverse group of people on my page, not just cookie cutter types. I hope you will send me a friends request and I love to meet new people.
Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t the purpose of MySpace to list your actual friends in your friends list? Why would you add strangers and call them friends? And who the hell actually has 2756 friends? Give me a break.
When I went to start my car this morning, nothing happened. All I heard was click, click, click, and noticed a few lights illuminated on my dash. A quick check in my owner’s manual and I discovered that my battery was dead.
I called AAA and five minutes later, a guy came out and charged my battery. He said it appeared my battery is totally dead, and that I need a new one. I headed over to my local Peps Boys, about a mile away. As I was driving, the car started shaking so I stayed in the right lane (in case it decided to go out again) then I got in the left turn lane so I could turn onto Hollywood then into the parking lot. That’s when my car died. Right splat in the middle of the intersection of Hollywood and Gower. I put my hazards on, had a minor freak out, and decided to walk over to Pep Boys to see if they would quickly charge it so I could drive it out of the intersection. (They couldn’t help me off their premises.)
After noticing my stalled car, swarms of people came over and asked if they could help me push it into the parking lot. Oh wait, that didn’t happen, silly me. No, this being LA, dozens of people honked, yelled, and gave me the finger. Like I fucking decided to park my car in the middle of the intersection. Assholes.
I saw another AAA guy at Pep Boys, flagged him down, and basically begged him to please help me. He was super cool and towed my car across the street. I was so glad to be out of the middle of the intersection.
Finally at the store, I explained the situation and was told they wouldn’t be able to look at my car for another hour. Ugh. I quickly straightened my posture, tugged down my v-neck, and asked if it were at all possible to have someone take a look at it any sooner. Next thing I know, the hood’s open and they’re checking it out. *
I needed a new battery.
*No, I’m not sure if the cleavage thing helped, but it definitely didn’t hurt.
Things That Suck: Getting stuck in an elevator at the office on Monday, having my car die in a major intersection on Wednesday, then having no hot water today. What’s next?
Father’s Day: Guess what my family is doing for Father’s Day. The same thing we’ve done for the past couple of years: the Concours on Rodeo car show in Beverly Hills. You may remember last year, dad changed it up a bit and we went to Roscoe’s following the car show. Where will we eat this year? That has to be determined.
The Blog: Yes, I know everyone hates the colors. I’m working on them. I don’t know what colors I want to do. I’m also trying to fix all of my permalinks which is taking forever and a half. Patience please.
TV: Beauty and the Geek–I’m still loving it!
Food: So I tried Zankou the other day. Forgive me, but I just don’t see what all the hype is about. And the place is so damn loud you have to yell to hear the person across the table.
Huh: Have you been following the story of the 13-year-old girl with cancer whose parents are refusing treatment for her cancer?
Site of the Week: Free Katie
FYI…yes, I felt the earthquake, and yes I freaked out. (I don’t do well with earthquakes since living in Northridge during the Northridge one.)
While flipping through the July issue of Marie Claire, I came across a blurb about a book titled Boy Vey! The Shiksa’s Guide to Dating Jewish Men, written by one of the magazine’s own writers. The description reads:
If you’re a single non-Jew looking for a hot Hebrew, this is the guide for you! But even if you’re married to a Protestant and don’t know a schmuck from a schmutz*, you should check it out. Hilarious and irreverent, Marie Claire writer Kristina Grish’s ode to nice Jewish boys will give you an edge over other shiksas.
Oy.
*It’s not a schmutz, it’s schmutz. e.g., You have schmutz on your face.
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Friday and Saturday were pretty uneventful as I was nursing a serious migraine. I got my hair cut and colored then came home and basically slept. Not fun.
Sunday morning I weighed-in (lost 1.8 pounds, yay me!) then met up with my sister, my parents, their dog, and some family friends in Beverly Hills for the Concours on Rodeo car show. We walked around in the beautiful weather and window shopped while the men checked out the cars. How anyone can look at cars for that long is beyond me, but dad seems to enjoy it every year. (In case you’re nosy, you can see the back of my dad in this picture. He’s the one wearing the print shirt (he surprised us and didn’t wear the car one this year) and beige shorts.
After the car show we ate a late lunch at The Farm, which you may remember is the place that my latest horrible Jdate took me to. This time however, I did in fact get to try the dessert that my date would not order. And yes, it was delish.
Following lunch, we walked around Beverly Drive and did some shopping (thanks mom and dad!). It was a wonderful day, and I’m so happy I got to spend it with my family. Happy Father’s Day dad, I love you!
I’ve been tagged by Keith who asks what my current six favorite songs are (in no particular order):
(it’s cool, make fun of me because I like it)
Having either psycho or killer in your Jdate screen name = not good.
Having psychokiller in your Jdate screen name = even worse.
Having pyschokiller in your Jdate screen name + a picture of you holding a baby = kinda scary.
(Yes, this was in a real profile.)
Belated Mazel Tov: To my sister for her newest new job. She is now working as the assistant to an executive producer on Grey’s Anatomy.
My Headache: Well, turns out my headache (which kept me from attending Heeb Storytelling as well as a day of work) isn’t a migraine after all. I went to the dentist for a cleaning yesterday and mentioned the headache, bumps on my head, and my jaw pain and voila he figured out what the other doctors couldn’t–that I apparently clench my jaw at night, thus causing my jaw muscles to inflame and give me a horrible headache. I had impressions taken for a ($675!?) night guard which I will be fit with next week and was given jaw exercises (who knew?) as well as a prescription for a muscle relaxant* (talk about a trippy feeling) to take at night. I am beyond thrilled to finally have someone figure out what is causing this headache. I love my dentist.
Insane: While at the car show last weekend, we walked by this $452,000 car parked on the street. Crazy.
TV: 1. I’m sorry, but Richard is way past annoying on Beauty and the Geek. Waaaay past.
2. What’s your new favorite show?
3. Has anyone else seen the NutriSystem commercial with Zora from Joe Millionaire? Talk about your 15 minutes…
Site of the Week: Tale of Two Cities
*Between these headaches and last year’s surgery, I now have two bottles of muscle relaxants and three bottles of Vicodin. Maybe I can sell the pills to help pay for my ridiculously expensive night guard.
Thanks to Charlie for this timewaster. (I’m linking to it on Charlie’s blog since he wrote out the instructions.) Just a warning. It’s totally frustrating, but we were able to figure it out.
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Friday night my headache and I stayed home and napped. We’ve been together longer than any of my recent relationships. Lovely, isn’t it?
Saturday, I took my Little to my company picnic at Knott’s Berry Farm. It was a gorgeous sunny day–we couldn’t have asked for more beautiful weather. We enjoyed meeting Snoopy (three times), getting our faces arms painted, eating lunch with my co-workers and their families, and played some games including a water balloon toss. I do believe my Little enjoyed throwing the huge water balloon at me and watching it explode on my jeans and shoes more than anything else. Following the picnic festivities, we were given tickets to the park and off we were.
Walking around the park reminded me why I haven’t been back to an amusement park since I went with The Ex to his fraternity formal/weekend at Disneyland back in college. I hate crowds. And pushy people. And hot, sweaty, pushy people walking around in crowds. Oh, and roller coasters. Yeah, it was a fun day. Not. I finally got home around nine-ish and collapsed. I’m so not a teenager anymore. Sigh.
Sunday morning I weighed-in and was super happy to learn I had lost 3.6 pounds. Pretty amazing considering a) I’ve been on a steroidal drug (for my headache) for the past five days and b) I ate both lunch and dinner yesterday at Knott’s Berry Farm where the food choices kinda suck–do you want grease, or more grease with that? Anyway, I’m quite content with my total weight loss thus far (5.4 pounds).
Following Weight Watchers, I met up with Marissa and we headed over to the Hollywood Farmer’s Market for lunch and shopping. From there it was on to the Melrose and Fairfax flea market where we both got some super cute/super cheap jewelry and did some great people watching. After the markets, we walked down Melrose and browsed in Urban Outfitters where we saw Kirsten Dunst shopping, sans Jake. I of course, walked right past her–Marissa had to point her out to me. I’m such a bad celeb spotter. Anyway, after shopping, we treated ourselves to a refreshing dessert at a Gelato Italiano, a place I remembered I had seen on the Food Network. I had a most delish lemon sorbet.
After getting home, I ran some errands, finished up a piece I was writing for a deadline (link coming soon, for a cool new site called Slay Your Demons) and now I shall relax. Ahh, the lazy days of summer.
Here it is, strange formatting and all:
hi,,u look so my type ,YUMMY,,im in your state ALOT, if u want to live like a PRINCESS ,im here 4 YOU
Uhh, no thanks.
Yes, I know you asked back in May but never got your answers. That’s why we’re having a do-over. Same deal as last time–questions are open to my mom, dad, or sister. Ready. Set. Ask.
Did you miss out on the previous questions and answers? Then catch up on installments one, two, three, four, and five.
Math: Jaw Clenching + Sinus Infection = Horrible Headache THEN… Night Guard + Antibiotics + Allergy Medicine = Almost Back To Normal
Music: Guster song “I Hope Tomorrow is Like Today” is on the Wedding Crashers soundtrack. Way cool.
TV: According to The Futon Critic , there’s already a Beauty and the Geek reunion special planned.
Food (well, kinda): (Via la.foodblogging) Pretend you’re a cannibal and learn out all about HuFu, the “Healthy Human Flesh Alternative.” I’m not kidding.
Blog: Don’t forget, you can still Ask Hil’s Family…
Site of the Week: Commercials I Hate
