Things have been going much, much better in Raleigh these days, and perhaps surprisingly I can attribute most of that to the simple decision to start playing a second night of volleyball every week, on the outdoor courts not far from home. Much appreciation goes to the person who convinced me (tempted me? coerced me?) to show up the first week. All of a sudden weeknights are not just for studying and TV anymore. In fact, my weekends have become the more boring, antisocial parts of my week these days (that bears some correction, hopefully soon).
I'm headed for home for a long weekend next weekend, and very excited to see the family, hug my sister, play some horse corral volleyball, sleep outdoors, hopefully grab a drink with the Cantabrigians on Friday, reintroduce myself to Felicity (youngest neice), meet my eldest neice's new significant, get retribution for a water-balloon soaking on Memorial Day, and in general commune with the fam.
And get this: I passed my last architecture licensure exam! Yes, I took it many, many weeks ago, but I finally got word that I passed yesterday. It was a structures exam, which meant I had to re-learn about two years worth of college curriculum (ten years ago!) in the span of three months. Oh, but actually more... 80% of the exam was on lateral forces, which we never learned in college. Hazaa! My next exam is August 7, and at the risk of cursing myself, it should be a much easier exam. No math. No real technical terminology. Things directly applicable to work I've done. And then... I'll be nearly halfway done!
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Sheets
I purchased new bed sheets yesterday, for the first time in several years.
I was very proud of myself those several years ago, acquiring my first full set of Queen-sized bedding (with blanket!). Previous to that I had been using my 1970's-era trippy bed spread from my childhood, which had delaminated in many places and been... relaminated in others. Not a proud blanket by the end of its life. Coupled with mismatched fitted sheets stolen from home, my bed was definitely an unprofessional mess. Renting a tiny studio in Cambridge meant that, God forbid I ever had a visitor, my ridiculous bed with its threadbare 70's blankie would be the elephant in the room.
I forgot where I bought my first "adult" bedding... perhaps Sears at the Cambridgeside Galleria? I remember there was a collection of "hip" bedding from some prematurely-commercialized fashion designer or DIY hunkie or TV chef or something, and one appealed to me because it had orange (one of few colors I have confidence in seeing correctly with my colorblind eyes) but also had slivers of just about every other color that standard big-box bedding can come in. I would never have to worry about matching decor colors, because if it isn't in there, it isn't out there. I bought the set and it was a famous addition to my studio apartment--made me feel all growed up.
The trouble with owning only one set of bedding is that you can't rotate out parts that need a rest from constant use. The blanket was fine for prolonged periods (though I think I curdled the inner padding during the first wash, which has been lumpy forevermore), the pillowcases could share their load with the shams, and the flat sheet would pretty much retreat when it felt overstressed. The fitted sheet, though... what a life. Abuse from the cat alone was demoralizing, but my constant use wore at the elastic until it just couldn't hold onto the mattress anymore. Making the bed often meant restretching that poor fitted sheet over the most highly-trafficked mattress corner.
Unsurprisingly, moving to Raleigh did not improve the lot of my old bedding. It did, however, provide a separate bedroom (with a door!) in which my bedding was able to coast a bit... So a mattress corner was revealed once in a while (every night)? No problem! No need to impress me! That hole the cat dug into the sheet? Not a biggie. That weird stain left when the sheet got caught in the vacuum cleaner whilst I cleared it of cat hair? Ugly and tough to explain, sure, but no need to worry. This coordinated team forged by some trendy personality many years ago was starting to act like slovenly, fattening baseball retirees. No ambition. No professionalism. A bare mattress was a regular occurence. Pillows had to be double-bagged. The flat sheet would literally hop off the bed and refuse to work. It was rough.
In my unexpected boredom yesterday, I decided it was time to bring fresh blood on the team. I drove up to Target assuming that I would find a replacement sheet set with enough hipness to mesh in with the blanket--hell no I was not buying another blanket!--for a reasonable price. I guess my concept of what "reasonable" means when buying big square pieces of cloth with folded, sewn edges did not match Target's... even on sale, sheet sets seem wildly overpriced given the materials and labor that go into them. And hip? Trendy? Fashionable? Uh uh. Plain. Solid. Cotton. No graphics. No orange. Not even sheets with Target logos on them. My choices were thread count and if I wanted a polyester blend or a bamboo rayon blend. White, beige, green, blue, black, and red. It's like an ice cream truck that only sells popsicles.
I chose beige, mostly because 1) white? eew. 2) my blanket is orange and my walls are dark green (I think), so what else works? 3) the chances of fucking up beige are pretty slim. Thread count was my only other option, and I think I blew it. Yes, I know a higher thread count is preferable. I also know that the price jumps about ten to fifteen dollars per level. The pawed-over fabric samples that hang under the 600, 400, 300, and 250 signs do not feel $10 apart. In fact, the 300 felt the worst of all (and, somehow, was the cheapest!). I decided that the samples were not good justification and went with the cheap, "easy-care" 300. After a night on the new sheets, feeling like I was sleeping on the exam chair at the doctor's office, I have to believe that better sheets exist, and maybe even for a reasonable price... either that or I need to go to Walmart's craft department and pick myself up some fabric to make new sheets from. But no longer do I have to nag my bedding into performing its function, and I had a full--if itchy--night of sleep without ever seeing a bare mattress corner.
I was very proud of myself those several years ago, acquiring my first full set of Queen-sized bedding (with blanket!). Previous to that I had been using my 1970's-era trippy bed spread from my childhood, which had delaminated in many places and been... relaminated in others. Not a proud blanket by the end of its life. Coupled with mismatched fitted sheets stolen from home, my bed was definitely an unprofessional mess. Renting a tiny studio in Cambridge meant that, God forbid I ever had a visitor, my ridiculous bed with its threadbare 70's blankie would be the elephant in the room.
I forgot where I bought my first "adult" bedding... perhaps Sears at the Cambridgeside Galleria? I remember there was a collection of "hip" bedding from some prematurely-commercialized fashion designer or DIY hunkie or TV chef or something, and one appealed to me because it had orange (one of few colors I have confidence in seeing correctly with my colorblind eyes) but also had slivers of just about every other color that standard big-box bedding can come in. I would never have to worry about matching decor colors, because if it isn't in there, it isn't out there. I bought the set and it was a famous addition to my studio apartment--made me feel all growed up.
The trouble with owning only one set of bedding is that you can't rotate out parts that need a rest from constant use. The blanket was fine for prolonged periods (though I think I curdled the inner padding during the first wash, which has been lumpy forevermore), the pillowcases could share their load with the shams, and the flat sheet would pretty much retreat when it felt overstressed. The fitted sheet, though... what a life. Abuse from the cat alone was demoralizing, but my constant use wore at the elastic until it just couldn't hold onto the mattress anymore. Making the bed often meant restretching that poor fitted sheet over the most highly-trafficked mattress corner.
Unsurprisingly, moving to Raleigh did not improve the lot of my old bedding. It did, however, provide a separate bedroom (with a door!) in which my bedding was able to coast a bit... So a mattress corner was revealed once in a while (every night)? No problem! No need to impress me! That hole the cat dug into the sheet? Not a biggie. That weird stain left when the sheet got caught in the vacuum cleaner whilst I cleared it of cat hair? Ugly and tough to explain, sure, but no need to worry. This coordinated team forged by some trendy personality many years ago was starting to act like slovenly, fattening baseball retirees. No ambition. No professionalism. A bare mattress was a regular occurence. Pillows had to be double-bagged. The flat sheet would literally hop off the bed and refuse to work. It was rough.
In my unexpected boredom yesterday, I decided it was time to bring fresh blood on the team. I drove up to Target assuming that I would find a replacement sheet set with enough hipness to mesh in with the blanket--hell no I was not buying another blanket!--for a reasonable price. I guess my concept of what "reasonable" means when buying big square pieces of cloth with folded, sewn edges did not match Target's... even on sale, sheet sets seem wildly overpriced given the materials and labor that go into them. And hip? Trendy? Fashionable? Uh uh. Plain. Solid. Cotton. No graphics. No orange. Not even sheets with Target logos on them. My choices were thread count and if I wanted a polyester blend or a bamboo rayon blend. White, beige, green, blue, black, and red. It's like an ice cream truck that only sells popsicles.
I chose beige, mostly because 1) white? eew. 2) my blanket is orange and my walls are dark green (I think), so what else works? 3) the chances of fucking up beige are pretty slim. Thread count was my only other option, and I think I blew it. Yes, I know a higher thread count is preferable. I also know that the price jumps about ten to fifteen dollars per level. The pawed-over fabric samples that hang under the 600, 400, 300, and 250 signs do not feel $10 apart. In fact, the 300 felt the worst of all (and, somehow, was the cheapest!). I decided that the samples were not good justification and went with the cheap, "easy-care" 300. After a night on the new sheets, feeling like I was sleeping on the exam chair at the doctor's office, I have to believe that better sheets exist, and maybe even for a reasonable price... either that or I need to go to Walmart's craft department and pick myself up some fabric to make new sheets from. But no longer do I have to nag my bedding into performing its function, and I had a full--if itchy--night of sleep without ever seeing a bare mattress corner.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
The year in review
As I noted in the previous blog post, my official start date of residence in the Land of the Pines was July 1, 2008. That was the day I drove the rental truck from... no, wait. I remember staying at a motel in New Jersey--this is when motels were slashing their rates because no one was going anywhere because gas prices were reaching their peak, but I had stupidly locked in my rate months earlier. I suppose I could have cancelled the reservation and saved a heap of money, but it's not easy to communicate that situation through a tiny little metal grille in 1/2" of bulletproof plexiglass. So that must have been June... 29? Then at Grandma's for the evening of June 30? Then into Raleigh on July 1? Yep, that sounds right. I remember being scared driving the truck the whole way down. At city driving speeds, it was just a standard shitbox rental truck clanging along the road. But take it on the highway, it would shake itself to pieces between 45 and 55 mph, meaning I either had to drive it faster than I was hoping or much, much slower... and if I opted for faster, I would somehow have to cross the threshold on the slow-down. The thing would literally shake enough--the whole thing, not just the engine--that I wouldn't have been surprised for big chunks to start falling off. It got so bad driving into town on US 64 that I had to pull over on the highway to collect myself... almost there.
The point was, even though I moved in July 1, I still had to fly back home and collect the cat and the car, so I wasn't a permanent fixture here until July 5th (thus avoiding the question of what the hell I'm supposed to do here on the 4th of July... which happens to be the first day two years ago that I came to Raleigh, during which I observed the festivities at the State House and even found Port City Java on Fayetteville Street open despite the holiday).
I underestimated the trauma involved in moving by a wide margin. I've never been especially sensitive to homesickness. When college started in Troy, NY, in 1996, the trauma of architecture education must have quickly superseded whatever homesickness I could have experienced. And for life thereafter, including grad school, I was never more than an hour from family. Even three months in Rome in 1999 was less traumatic--probably because it was so damn awesome and the trauma was spread out amongst twenty schoolmates that I knew fairly well. But this time, coming to Raleigh, it was all me and only me. Trying to tie down a job. Getting the car registered and inspected. Finding furniture. Finding a new doctor. Being stared at for walking. Being on edge with anxiety just about every day at work.
Things settled down in stages, but I would say I was still quite unhappy--or at least unsettled--through to Thanksgiving. I think that was my first trip home (actually a business trip to Cambridge a week or two earlier was my first time back in Mass.). At about the same time I gave up on slogging through the anxiety and re-started my anxiety meds. And I started a project at work that was more in line with my experience. Etc. etc.
It probably wasn't until three months ago, though, that I really started to feel like I had momentum here in Raleigh. That was about when I got laid off from work. Somehow an event that had the potential to really fuck up everything managed to solidify my resolve to stay here. Of course, the fact that I was back at work within a week and a half made the whole thing easier, and I'm not sure what the situation would have led to otherwise... but for once I was able to clarify that I had an identity here without my job being its central component.
Since then, I've met many new folks in town, been out more on weekends, corresponded with the leadership at NCSU School of Architecture, gotten active in the local professional organization, and all those other fun distractions that help keep a person from thinking about how hard their life is.
So, for future reference, it takes Paul Lipchak between 9 and 12 months to feel "at home" in a new place.
The point was, even though I moved in July 1, I still had to fly back home and collect the cat and the car, so I wasn't a permanent fixture here until July 5th (thus avoiding the question of what the hell I'm supposed to do here on the 4th of July... which happens to be the first day two years ago that I came to Raleigh, during which I observed the festivities at the State House and even found Port City Java on Fayetteville Street open despite the holiday).
I underestimated the trauma involved in moving by a wide margin. I've never been especially sensitive to homesickness. When college started in Troy, NY, in 1996, the trauma of architecture education must have quickly superseded whatever homesickness I could have experienced. And for life thereafter, including grad school, I was never more than an hour from family. Even three months in Rome in 1999 was less traumatic--probably because it was so damn awesome and the trauma was spread out amongst twenty schoolmates that I knew fairly well. But this time, coming to Raleigh, it was all me and only me. Trying to tie down a job. Getting the car registered and inspected. Finding furniture. Finding a new doctor. Being stared at for walking. Being on edge with anxiety just about every day at work.
Things settled down in stages, but I would say I was still quite unhappy--or at least unsettled--through to Thanksgiving. I think that was my first trip home (actually a business trip to Cambridge a week or two earlier was my first time back in Mass.). At about the same time I gave up on slogging through the anxiety and re-started my anxiety meds. And I started a project at work that was more in line with my experience. Etc. etc.
It probably wasn't until three months ago, though, that I really started to feel like I had momentum here in Raleigh. That was about when I got laid off from work. Somehow an event that had the potential to really fuck up everything managed to solidify my resolve to stay here. Of course, the fact that I was back at work within a week and a half made the whole thing easier, and I'm not sure what the situation would have led to otherwise... but for once I was able to clarify that I had an identity here without my job being its central component.
Since then, I've met many new folks in town, been out more on weekends, corresponded with the leadership at NCSU School of Architecture, gotten active in the local professional organization, and all those other fun distractions that help keep a person from thinking about how hard their life is.
So, for future reference, it takes Paul Lipchak between 9 and 12 months to feel "at home" in a new place.
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
One year in the New Colony
I would love to write a long, humorous retrospective of the last 12 months in Raleigh... really, I would. And maybe I will. Just not tonight. After an AIA lecture at 7pm and speeding back on Glenwood Ave. to catch the tail end of beach volleyball at 9:30ish, and being up past midnight last night hanging out drinking at the PR with some cool folk, I'm a bit tired (plus, an approaching thunderstorm threatens to cut all internetting short). So there you go; we've come a long way in a year--a long way for me, anyway.
Thinking of you, sis. Hope everything went OK today.
Thinking of you, sis. Hope everything went OK today.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Busy month?
It kinda builds up from boring/slow...
First week in June: studying for Structures ARE
June 9: take ARE, go to volleyball @YMCA
June 16: volleyball @YMCA
June 17: volleyball @Jaycee Park (where's Lexi?)
June 18: moderating discussion on Identity of Place at AIA Theory Committee
June 21: Father's Day, trip to Grandma's (mistake?)
June 22: meet with Head of School of Architecture for NC State
June 23: volleyball @ YMCA (oh, there she is, whew)
June 24: lunch talk with boss about teaching, volleyball @Jaycee Park
June 26: trip to Cambridge for MIT business
June 27: Moore Square community charrette
June 28: Dad visit
June 29: more Dad visit
June 30: back to Cambridge for more meetings (damn! no volleyball @YMCA)
Yes, for those of you with lives (or kids), this probably seems like a very easily achievable schedule. For those who do not have lives such as myself, having something "extra" to do nearly every day for two weeks is exhausting! But it's a good thing to get used to... can't be boring forever, right? Looks like July might shape up to be un-boring, too. I'm especially enjoying volleyball, not only because of all the good-looking women who show up, but because it actually feels like SUMMER instead of just feeling HOT. Sand, heat, sweat, 80's music, cute girls in shorts, me sucking at volleyball--it's like the past I never had. Well, OK, there were a few nights at LXA that were close... but this is Raleigh, where I'm all on my own. This is progress.
First week in June: studying for Structures ARE
June 9: take ARE, go to volleyball @YMCA
June 16: volleyball @YMCA
June 17: volleyball @Jaycee Park (where's Lexi?)
June 18: moderating discussion on Identity of Place at AIA Theory Committee
June 21: Father's Day, trip to Grandma's (mistake?)
June 22: meet with Head of School of Architecture for NC State
June 23: volleyball @ YMCA (oh, there she is, whew)
June 24: lunch talk with boss about teaching, volleyball @Jaycee Park
June 26: trip to Cambridge for MIT business
June 27: Moore Square community charrette
June 28: Dad visit
June 29: more Dad visit
June 30: back to Cambridge for more meetings (damn! no volleyball @YMCA)
Yes, for those of you with lives (or kids), this probably seems like a very easily achievable schedule. For those who do not have lives such as myself, having something "extra" to do nearly every day for two weeks is exhausting! But it's a good thing to get used to... can't be boring forever, right? Looks like July might shape up to be un-boring, too. I'm especially enjoying volleyball, not only because of all the good-looking women who show up, but because it actually feels like SUMMER instead of just feeling HOT. Sand, heat, sweat, 80's music, cute girls in shorts, me sucking at volleyball--it's like the past I never had. Well, OK, there were a few nights at LXA that were close... but this is Raleigh, where I'm all on my own. This is progress.
Sunday, May 31, 2009
The Hot Season
I'm not sure if it's official, but it might as well be: the North Carolina Hot Season has begun. A year ago I was down this way on a long weekend trip to secure a home and get my foot in the door at architecture firms, and I remember the folks here telling me that the Hot Season had just started abruptly a few days before my arrival. I'm not sure it's been as abrupt this year... we've been consistently in the 80's for a few weeks now, except for a few odd days of 70's or (egad) upper 60's. But it looks like the transition to typical highs in the 90's is just around the corner, and will probably last until late September. You know, when summer is actually supposed to end?
I've heard a lot about the heat down here before and since my move, usually by northerners who have to imagine that there's something wrong with the place, or from the small scattering of folks who lived down here once and found the heat and humidity remarkable. Having lived through the better part of last summer and now on the cusp of another, I have to say: yes, it gets fucking hot. And humid. And if I was an outdoor laborer, it would definitely change my perception of the livability here. But just the other day, for whatever reason, I was thinking about Halloween. Whenever I thought about fall holidays up north, it was always followed by: yeah, fun, but ugh--then winter. Now? Now I think: yeah, fun--oh yeah, and it'll be nice out! What a different world when some of the best holidays of the year are no longer mired in the dread of an imminent horrible winter! So, we bake during the summer like many do (Midwest, Las Vegas, your summers suck, too), and go for cold drinks and dinner under shady canopies, enjoying the excitement of seemingly daily, quickly-passing thunderstorms. And then we celebrate the end of the heat with an autumn that isn't a bummer.
Of course, with the return of warm weather come the side effects--bugs and mold. As I write this, I have several ants inexplicably crawling on my hand. I have an earwig that has made a home in the crack on the side of my laptop monitor (still waiting for the grand zap and puff of smoke that will be the simultaneous end of him and my laptop). The fuzzy red spiders have returned, as have the daddy long-legs. The shrimp/grasshopper/frog hybrid family I mentioned in an earlier post is prolific and fat; they've taken to exploring the exhaust pipe from their lair into my bathroom. And unless I keep the air conditioner set way too low for my budget, the moisture in the air will cause my refrigerator to grow a mold beard. Have you ever sprayed down your refrigerator with shower cleaner? It does the trick, but you won't be hungry for a while.
I haven't been able to enjoy the warm weather and communing with my seasonal "friends" as much as I would like, because I am preparing for my second Architecture Registration Exam--Structural Systems--which I will take June 9th. I've spent way too long studying, unfortunately, so I'm already starting to lose content despite a rigorous study schedule. I've done fairly well on Kaplan's practice exams, but I've lost my faith in them almost completely--they get answers to their own practice exams wrong. I didn't do as well on the NCARB practice questions (NCARB controls exam content). But, assuming I don't black out at the exam, I should be able to eek it out. And if not, I get six months to beat myself up about it before I take it again!
So, that's this month in a nutshell.
I've heard a lot about the heat down here before and since my move, usually by northerners who have to imagine that there's something wrong with the place, or from the small scattering of folks who lived down here once and found the heat and humidity remarkable. Having lived through the better part of last summer and now on the cusp of another, I have to say: yes, it gets fucking hot. And humid. And if I was an outdoor laborer, it would definitely change my perception of the livability here. But just the other day, for whatever reason, I was thinking about Halloween. Whenever I thought about fall holidays up north, it was always followed by: yeah, fun, but ugh--then winter. Now? Now I think: yeah, fun--oh yeah, and it'll be nice out! What a different world when some of the best holidays of the year are no longer mired in the dread of an imminent horrible winter! So, we bake during the summer like many do (Midwest, Las Vegas, your summers suck, too), and go for cold drinks and dinner under shady canopies, enjoying the excitement of seemingly daily, quickly-passing thunderstorms. And then we celebrate the end of the heat with an autumn that isn't a bummer.
Of course, with the return of warm weather come the side effects--bugs and mold. As I write this, I have several ants inexplicably crawling on my hand. I have an earwig that has made a home in the crack on the side of my laptop monitor (still waiting for the grand zap and puff of smoke that will be the simultaneous end of him and my laptop). The fuzzy red spiders have returned, as have the daddy long-legs. The shrimp/grasshopper/frog hybrid family I mentioned in an earlier post is prolific and fat; they've taken to exploring the exhaust pipe from their lair into my bathroom. And unless I keep the air conditioner set way too low for my budget, the moisture in the air will cause my refrigerator to grow a mold beard. Have you ever sprayed down your refrigerator with shower cleaner? It does the trick, but you won't be hungry for a while.
I haven't been able to enjoy the warm weather and communing with my seasonal "friends" as much as I would like, because I am preparing for my second Architecture Registration Exam--Structural Systems--which I will take June 9th. I've spent way too long studying, unfortunately, so I'm already starting to lose content despite a rigorous study schedule. I've done fairly well on Kaplan's practice exams, but I've lost my faith in them almost completely--they get answers to their own practice exams wrong. I didn't do as well on the NCARB practice questions (NCARB controls exam content). But, assuming I don't black out at the exam, I should be able to eek it out. And if not, I get six months to beat myself up about it before I take it again!
So, that's this month in a nutshell.
Sunday, May 10, 2009
I Decree...
The following people no longer deserve to be in the news (CNN, I'm looking at you):
1. Sarah Palin
2. Sarah Palin's daughter
3. the guy who impregnated Sarah Palin's daughter
4. Sarah Palin's husband... actually, the whole damn family. All of them. And Grandpa McCain, too.
5. Dick Cheney/Karl Rove/Newt Gingrich/Rush Limbaugh (they're the same guy, actually)
6. the guy who invented Facebook
7. any baseball player accused of or proven to have taken steroids
8. OJ Simpson--no matter what he does
9. the guy who landed the plane in the Hudson. Like, kudos, dude! Now time to not be news.
10. anyone related to Somali piratetry
11. anyone who said swine flu was going to be a global pandemic. You were wrong, now sit down.
12. the Kardashian/Hilton/Lohan clusterfuck that is Hollywood
13. Elizabeth and John Edwards
14. Bill Clinton
15. Chelsea Clinton (should have stopped being news in 2000)
16. any and all Kennedys, unless Teddy dies
17. Miss America and all runners up
18. Donald Trump--for the love of GOD, let's stop feeding this guy's ego, people!
19. Omarosa? Like, really? Has anyone on earth been given more unearned publicity?
20. all reality show characters after their series' finales, in fact
21. Oprah. She may be great and all, but if I want to see her every day, I'll watch her show.
There are many more that don't immediately come to mind (thank God), so they get spared from my decree for now.
1. Sarah Palin
2. Sarah Palin's daughter
3. the guy who impregnated Sarah Palin's daughter
4. Sarah Palin's husband... actually, the whole damn family. All of them. And Grandpa McCain, too.
5. Dick Cheney/Karl Rove/Newt Gingrich/Rush Limbaugh (they're the same guy, actually)
6. the guy who invented Facebook
7. any baseball player accused of or proven to have taken steroids
8. OJ Simpson--no matter what he does
9. the guy who landed the plane in the Hudson. Like, kudos, dude! Now time to not be news.
10. anyone related to Somali piratetry
11. anyone who said swine flu was going to be a global pandemic. You were wrong, now sit down.
12. the Kardashian/Hilton/Lohan clusterfuck that is Hollywood
13. Elizabeth and John Edwards
14. Bill Clinton
15. Chelsea Clinton (should have stopped being news in 2000)
16. any and all Kennedys, unless Teddy dies
17. Miss America and all runners up
18. Donald Trump--for the love of GOD, let's stop feeding this guy's ego, people!
19. Omarosa? Like, really? Has anyone on earth been given more unearned publicity?
20. all reality show characters after their series' finales, in fact
21. Oprah. She may be great and all, but if I want to see her every day, I'll watch her show.
There are many more that don't immediately come to mind (thank God), so they get spared from my decree for now.
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