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Two Days in the Raritan Valley…

April 21st, 2009

So…what goes on during your typical day?

Wake up? Yes.

Commute? Yes.

Work?  Yes.

Lunch Break? Yes.

Work some more? Yes.

Go home? Yes.

Here at “Is There Any Cake Left,”  we do our best to improve the quality of our day with insightful conversation that may or may not solve the issues facing (wo)mankind.  It does turn a mundane day into something interesting.  Perhaps one day we’ll discuss global warming, the economic crisis,  war on terror, or other current events that are headlining newspapers.  This day…well…this day wasn’t that day.

Cast:

EJ – Endorphins Junkie.

Banks – Banks.

JCML – Just Call Me Lungs.

RC – Rice Cakes.

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Dialog -

EJ:  So ready to go back to sleep!!  Good news is, the week is half over.

RC:…how was dance dance revolution?

EJ:  It was pretty good… we are getting decent… hopefully we don’t embarass ourselves at the wedding.

JCML:  I spent some of the night hugging the toilet bowl and sleeping on the bathroom floor  :-(

RC:  I hope your nickname for (Enter JCML’s Significant Other’s Name Here) is not “toilet bowl.”

JCML:  unfortunately, no

RC:  remnants of costa rica making its debut in New Jersey?

JCML:  perhaps

EJ:  that sucks JMCL!  I hope you feel better…. laying on the bathroom floor is the best when you are sick, the tile always feels nice and cool on your face

RC:  Nothing pepto bismo couldn’t cure.

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Banks:  is tnt’s site still down? i have no idea how far i’m supposed to run this weekend…

RC:  I think its 10-12?

EJ: for Long branch? the next few weeks are 12 8 12 7 race  I think…or chop that 12 off if there’s one less week

Banks: whatever i’ll do 10 this week…high bridge anyone?

EJ:  i’m pretty sure i was supposed to do 12 last weekend, which i missed but am not too concerned about since a few weeks back i was supposed to do an 8 but did 12 anyway…

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RC:  its annoying to get telemarketing calls at work.  even more annoying when the telemarketer has the wrong number but still insists on talking to you.

JCML:  I keep getting “this is your second notice that the warranty on your car is set to expire…”

Banks:  i still get those notices and my warranty expired years ago.

JCML:  except it’s a work, and I never had a warranty

RC:  I hate my Toyota dealership for selling my information to scammers.

JCML:  They can get the info from DMV.

RC:  True dat…but…the DMV doesn’t know what dealership I go to.  The calls are very specific on my car mileage and dealership here in NJ.  I bought the car in Michigan.

Banks:  maybe Michigan and New Jersey dealships are friends then.

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Banks:  After reading EJ’s latest blog, i’m curious to find out who she knows that has ever gotten into someones pants using missleoe….it just seems too easy.

RC: Me.

Banks:  no, seriously.

RC:  Ok.  Not me.

EJ:  well.. its one of those things that some stupid guy would come up with, like maybe if i get to kiss this girl, she will be so into it that she’ll come home with me… one of those stupid things that guys think will get a girl… as in that was his intention in coming up with mistletoe… no one said it would be something that worked.

RC:  Sort of like “Sweetest Day”…which some stupid gal came up with, like maybe if I get another day of gifts it will make me feel better about myself.  One of those stupid things that gals will hold over the head of their man…as in that was her intention in coming up with Sweetest Day.

EJ:  sure…. its like when guys do things like stop short in the car so they can reach their arm across the seat to make sure you are ok… while accidently groping you…. like who came up with this and thought it was a good idea?  the same guy that came up with the mistletoe

RC:  Sure…. its like when gals bitch and moan during their monthly cycles and take it out on their man…. like who came up with this and thought it was a good idea?  Do we actually need a reason to bitch and moan at our man?  I guess having an excuse is better than no excuse at all, either way it won’t stop me from complaining…the same gal that came up with “Sweetest Day.”

EJ:  Although, I will tell you, PMS is real… for some it is worse than others.. the crankiness comes from not feeling well and being easily annoyed…. like when I feel like my uterus is being ripped out, its not in (Enter EJ’s Significant Other’s Name Here) best interest to do things that annoy me…. it brings forth a response like “for the love of god and your own life will you knock that off”

RC:  Oh…I’ve seen the wraith of PMS.  I was  just joking.

EJ:  I know some girls that do use it as an excuse though to just be mean, like even when they aren’t pmsing they are bitchy and then say, oh i am pmsing… the wrath of pms touches everyone

RC:  Ya…it was girls like that who came up with sweetest day.

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RC:  Spooooooooooooooooooooooooon!

EJ:  i need to sleep for days… what are your easter plans?  my first EVER 20 miler was on Easter in 2007 down to preview the NJM course…

RC:  I might hide some eggs, wait an hour, and then go look for them…And a 20 miler run too…

EJ:  I want to set up a “beerster” event… basically how this works is I go outside and hide coronitas around the yard… give each person who is a part of the hunt a bucket with some ice in it, and have them go searching…. at the end they get to drink whatever they find…

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Banks:  on the missletoe…i’ve seen girls try to kiss guys with it. i’ve also seen girls who otherwise would have no chance with a guy try to get him drunk for some action.  it’s not quite that gender specific.

RC:  I never meet these kind of girls.

Banks:  thats because you don’t drink. you’re better off….

RC:  interesting…thanks.

Banks:  i see it so clearly in my head… some drunk sloppy girl who can barely stand up trying to kiss you under the mistletoe, slurring sweet nothings into your ear.

Seasons – A Poem by Rice Cakes

February 24th, 2009

Seasons -
Bare branches,
In the morning sun.

Frosty pines,
Still as death.
Bright stars,
Lighting up the sky.

Flowing Rivers,
Into still lakes.
Budding flowers,
In purple clouds.

Sounds of thunder,
And moonlit nights.

Rice Cakes

Someone that works concessions at a baseball field closed me on eharmony…

February 12th, 2009

So, someone who works concessions at a baseball field closed me on eharmony. This made me wonder about the type of person that’s right for me…or…the type of person I am right for.   If not a person who works concessions, then who could that be?

My photos posted show me having fun in NYC and active cycling/running. Maybe my profile isn’t flashy enough; I am not one to put my entire life’s resume on the web for strangers to see.  So, I provide the basics.  I have a job. I perform charitable work.  I am educated.  I have all my teeth.  This should put me in the 75 percentile of eligible men in the area, right?   I don’t feel you really get to know anyone through the online dating community’s cookie cutter questions, but I guess my profile could use some updating.

Just an observation, but every profile has “travel” as an interest or life passion. Who doesn’t like to travel?  I’d like to meet that person who says “I hate traveling and seeing awesome things.”  I might marry this person.  Next, is it really your “favorite” place in the world if you only spent one week there?  For me, it would take a few trips or an extended stay for a destination to qualify as my favorite place.   If you are only there one week, how do you know what the winters will be like.  Maybe the summers are really hot and humid and there are black flies everywhere.  Maybe during the fall the colors don’t change and everything stays green.  And forget about the spring, its monsoon season.  I guess my point is your favorite place should be where you live…otherwise…you should move.

I am not a picky person.  But, there were a few matches that I closed once reading.  One looked like my sister and even more creepy HAD THE SAME NAME as my sister.  So much for that match.  I thought I set a height tolerance too.  I am not a spinner…so…the 5′10″ + matches are pushed on the back burner.  I am comfortable with my height to a certain point but if you can dunk on me without drawing a charging foul, then I may give it a second thought.

Eharmony touts its “28 dimensions” of compatibility.  I am not that complex.  Eat, sleep, work, run, have fun, rinse and repeat.  That’s five dimensions.  Where do the other 23 come from?  That’s not a rhetorical question.  I am grateful that ehamony weeds through the other 23 dimensions to ensure compatibility before sending a match.  I don’t think I have the time for that kind of scrutiny.

So…here I am.  Single. 29 and about to have one of the best years of my life.  That’s not a bad thing and I am happy that I do not need to remind myself of that.  Oh, the concession stand worker did give a legitimate excuse for closing the match.  “Physical distance was too great.”  She is more polite than 90% of the people I’ve encountered on eharmony for being honest.

- Rice Cakes