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I found some forgotten files....



Ah, Mexico.

The Creepy Radio Dog

It is Week 5 of Unemployment.

I should really only count it as Week 3, as one week I was in Mexico and the other, I was laying on a floor on muscle relaxers and trying to speak in a low voice to my unusable back. So, we'll say this is Week 3.

I've come to the conclusion that I am useless at gearing myself up to do projects at home. When I'm at a job, it's all I think about. "When I'm home, I'm going to this...." or "I wish it were the weekend, because of...." Now that I'm home and faced with hours and hours of free time, I'm stumped as to what to do with myself.

Explaining to your parents, or for that matter, anyone else who doesn't live in New York, as to why it's difficult to find a job is tricky. We New Yorkers know what we're faced with. Economic times, competitive positions and the race to pay your rent on time. But upon moving here, I knew this going into it.

It's kind of like this one Christmas when I was 7 years old. I used to love stuffed animals and created entire imaginary worlds where it was just me and my stuffed animals. Every holiday, I'd get a new one and that particular Christmas I was given a stuffed dog. Only this stuffed dog had a radio on its stomach. I flipped over the dog with delight and switched it on to the first station it was tuned to.

Out of its invisible speakers came the tune Jingle Bells. My parents looked at each other in shock. It wasn't that it was unreasonable to hear this, it was Christmas morning after all. But this particular Jingle Bells was being sung by a group of barking dogs. I didn't think much of it at first. I mean, it seemed natural enough...it was a dog with a radio shoved inside, clearly anything was possible. The fact that it was singing a Christmas song performed by a group of barking dogs did not seem to phase me.

My parents continued to appear shocked and eventually they uncomfortably laughed it off. What were the odds that they would give their daughter a radio-stuffed dog and out of its belly would come a symphony of other barking dogs? The irony over the randomness of its tuning and the exact moment in time that I'd flip it on was too much for them. But me, I thought nothing of it. It was a radio-stuffed dog after all.

This is what explaining to anyone else who doesn't live in New York is like. "How can you pay that much rent?" or "Do you walk places by yourself?" And I'm at a loss when trying to talk to them about it. Because...it's New York. It's just what you do. And from the day I decided to move here, I knew that this would be a part of it.

My creepy radio-stuffed dog eventually died, as we couldn't figure out where to put in new batteries. It now lives in the attic with a stack of baby dolls all named Michelle.

I've continued with my job search and have had a few promising interviews. I'd tell you more about them, but All My Children is about to come on.

Lost Vlogging

Greg and I have been busy compiling our sought after opinions on the last season of Lost. It's been a long road leading here... We've put up with five seasons of questions, been there through the up's and down's and talked ourselves out of hating our commitment to seeing it through.

Below, please enjoy the last vlog we've created. Be one of the first to comment on our equisite lighting techniques.