Monthly Archives: August 2009

Take Somebody to Applebee’s, and Give Them Hot Wings

Posted by plumpdumpling on August 12, 2009 – 8:55 am
Filed under it's fun to be fat, no i really do love ohio
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Although I absolutely can’t get behind Charlyne Yi’s weak chin, there’s one reason I’ll be seeing the movie Paper Heart, and it’s this clip from the trailer:

I am a hot wing fiend. But only boneless wings. And only the ones at Applebee’s, really. Sitting in a booth with my best friend in Ohio during Applebee’s happy hour, when a basket of wings will run you $3.50, is my idea of heaven. I once knew someone who worked at Applebee’s, and when I asked him if he could get me a bottle of the buffalo sauce, he told me it comes in a 20-pound bag. And while that should be disgusting, it only made me love it all the more.

However, there’s one thing that may keep me from ever eating a buffalo wing again, and it’s these photos of my friends Jack and Jeff from our recent outing to Leisure Time Bowl. This should not in any way dissuade you from going to Leisure Time, though it may dissuade you from keeping your lunch down:

Where the Streets Have My Name

Posted by plumpdumpling on August 11, 2009 – 9:01 am
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I pass these barriers every day after work on my way to Kamran’s apartment, and I never could figure out why they creeped me out until I realized the other day that

ONE OF THEM IS CALLING MY NAME. Albeit backward.

Yes, Mother(fucker)

Posted by plumpdumpling on August 10, 2009 – 10:00 am
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I write my roommate a note telling him that I need some monies for our bills, that I’d like him to return the lamp he inexplicably removed from our living room, and that the haircuttings on our bathroom floor are a little bit creepy:

He returns my note with the following:

We really have an ideal relationship, don’t you think?

Use a Bluehost Custom Domain with a Blogger Blog

Posted by plumpdumpling on August 7, 2009 – 2:39 pm
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I host my main blogs on Bluehost, use the WordPress blogging platform, and love both of them. However, it takes a little work to set up a self-hosted blog, so when I wanted to start a side project recently, I chose Blogger for its supposed ease of use.

I purchased my new domain from Bluehost and found Google’s directions for using a custom domain with Blogger. They seemed fairly simple at first, but when I actually tried to follow them, I found that they didn’t make a bit of sense to me.

And so I present my own directions for using a Bluehost custom domain with a Blogger blog:

1. Log in to your Bluehost account and scroll down until you see Register Domain.

2. Choose your new domain and purchase it as an add-on. I think it’s pretty self-explanatory, but if you have any questions, I’ll be happy to answer them.

3. Click on the Help tab in the upper-righthand corner of your screen.

4. Choose Open a Ticket from the Main Menu on the lefthand navigation.

5. Click the radio button for the first option, A Record/MX/Cname Changes.

6. The ticket form will automatically load. Fill in your e-mail address, your full name, and the domain you’ve just purchased. (Example: newdomain.com)

7. In the Message box, write something like the following:

Hello Support,

My main domain is [olddomain.com], and the last 4 digits of the credit card I used to purchase my domain are [- – – -].

Please make the following changes for me:

A record: [newdomain.com] –> 216.239.32.21, 216.239.34.21, 216.239.36.21, 216.239.38.21
CName: [www.newdomain.com] –> ghs.google.com

Thanks,
Your Name

In my case, olddomain.com would be unapologeticallymundane.com, because that’s the original domain I purchased with Bluehost in 2008. www.newdomain.com would be the one I recently purchased for my side project.

You can change the www.yourdomain.com to blog.yourdomain.com or whatever subdomain you may have set up with Bluehost. Google’s instructions tell you that you must use a subdomain, and I had no idea that www is considered a subdomain at first.

8. Submit the form, and in a couple of hours, you should hear back from Bluehost at whatever e-mail address you entered at the top of the form to open a ticket.

9. Bluehost says the domain will be ready in 1-4 hours. If you’re impatient like me, you’ll begin checking after about 5 minutes, but it’s best to wait the full 4 hours if your Blogger is already up and running and has visitors.

10. Log in to Blogger and go to Settings –> Publishing –> Switch to Custom Domain –> Switch to Advanced Settings.

11. Type in your domain name, complete with www or blog or whatever subdomain you chose. Type in the word verification at the bottom of the page, hit Save Settings, and you’re finished!

It seems easy now, but I had no idea if I was doing anything right the first time around. Please leave a comment if you have any questions; I won’t judge.

In the Subway Station, Being Nice Gets You Nowhere

Posted by plumpdumpling on August 6, 2009 – 2:03 pm
Filed under fun times on the subway, living in new york sucks so hard, my uber-confrontational personality
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After work the other day, I was heading to my boyfriend’s apartment and exited the train at Grand Central. There was a throng of people gathered at the staircase on the platform, being inconsiderate to each other as usual. A man with a guitar case had been waiting by the stairs for someone to let him up for as long as I’d been waiting patiently toward the back of the mass, so when it was my turn to step onto the first stair, I held back for a second and motioned for him to go ahead. He smiled and thanked me, and I was left feeling like the greatest American hero, as my boyfriend says.

Then, on my way up the staircase from the station to the street, a woman was coming down on the wrong side. I find that sort of thing ridiculous in normal polite society, but in a city where we’re all two centimeters from colliding with one another, it’s totally inexcusable. I was going to give her the what-for, but then I thought, “Hey, it’s raining, and if I’m nice to the guitar guy AND the wrong-side lady, my karma will be off the chart.” Not that I believe in that sort of thing.

But as soon as I was through congratulating myself on being a true humanitarian, the woman thrust her Strawberry shopping bags in front of her, lifted her chin, and said haughtily, “Clear the way! Clear the way!”

She’s lucky she didn’t say it ten seconds earlier, because you can bet I would’ve planted myself right in front of her until the smell of the halal cart outside the station became too tempting around nightfall, but as she was right beside me by that point, I could only say, “You are a bitch!”, but she kept on walking down the stairs, and people kept on moving out of the way for her.

Funny that the only time New Yorkers are nice, it’s for people who don’t deserve it.

(also posted on Examiner) (who pays me when you read my articles, I should mention) (in case you were thinking about not clicking on that link)