Hello new LAJC interns!!!
Just wanted to wish you guys a very fun summer in the Bunker Room! We all had an absolute blast last summer! Then again, our skit from last summer probably illustrates that better than we could by saying it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vX8sTs-BSrA.
Have a great summer!
Bunker Room Interns, Summer 2010
Friday, April 29, 2011
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
True Story of a Mid-Life Crisis
http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-is-why-ill-never-be-adult.html
BELOW IS ALL ATTRIBUTED TO THE ABOVE WEBSITE
THURSDAY, JUNE 17, 2010
This is Why I'll Never be an Adult
I have repeatedly discovered that it is important for me not to surpass my capacity for responsibility. Over the years, this capacity has grown, but the results of exceeding it have not changed.
Normally, my capacity is exceeded gradually, through the accumulation of simple, daily tasks.
But a few times a year, I spontaneously decide that I'm ready to be a real adult. I don't know why I decide this; it always ends terribly for me. But I do it anyway. I sit myself down and tell myself how I'm going to start cleaning the house every day and paying my bills on time and replying to emails before my inbox reaches quadruple digits. Schedules are drafted. Day-planners are purchased. I stock up on fancy food because I'm also planning on morphing into a master chef and actually cooking instead of just eating nachos for dinner every night. I prepare for my new life as an adult like some people prepare for the apocalypse.
The first day or two of my plans usually goes okay.
For a little while, I actually feel grown-up and responsible. I strut around with my head held high, looking the other responsible people in the eye with that knowing glance that says "I understand. I'm responsible now too. Just look at my groceries."
At some point, I start feeling self-congratulatory.
Normally, my capacity is exceeded gradually, through the accumulation of simple, daily tasks.
But a few times a year, I spontaneously decide that I'm ready to be a real adult. I don't know why I decide this; it always ends terribly for me. But I do it anyway. I sit myself down and tell myself how I'm going to start cleaning the house every day and paying my bills on time and replying to emails before my inbox reaches quadruple digits. Schedules are drafted. Day-planners are purchased. I stock up on fancy food because I'm also planning on morphing into a master chef and actually cooking instead of just eating nachos for dinner every night. I prepare for my new life as an adult like some people prepare for the apocalypse.
The first day or two of my plans usually goes okay.
For a little while, I actually feel grown-up and responsible. I strut around with my head held high, looking the other responsible people in the eye with that knowing glance that says "I understand. I'm responsible now too. Just look at my groceries."
At some point, I start feeling self-congratulatory.
This is a mistake.
I begin to feel like I've accomplished my goals. It's like I think that adulthood is something that can be earned like a trophy in one monumental burst of effort and then admired and coveted for the rest of one's life.
What usually ends up happening is that I completely wear myself out. Thinking that I've earned it, I give myself permission to slack off for a while and recover. Since I've exceeded my capacity for responsibility in such a dramatic fashion, I end up needing to take more recovery time than usual. This is when the guilt-spiral starts.
The longer I procrastinate on returning phone calls and emails, the more guilty I feel about it. The guilt I feel causes me to avoid the issue further, which only leads to more guilt and more procrastination. It gets to the point where I don't email someone for fear of reminding them that they emailed me and thus giving them a reason to be disappointed in me.
Then the guilt from my ignored responsibilities grows so large that merely carrying it around with me feels like a huge responsibility. It takes up a sizable portion of my capacity, leaving me almost completely useless for anything other than consuming nachos and surfing the internet like an attention-deficient squirrel on PCP.
At some point in this endlessly spiraling disaster, I am forced to throw all of my energy into trying to be an adult again, just to dig myself out of the pit I've fallen into. The problem is that I enter this round of attempted adulthood already burnt out from the last round. I can't not fail.
It always ends the same way. Slumped and haggard, I contemplate the seemingly endless tasks ahead of me.
And then I rebel.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
LOLZ LOLZ LOLZ!
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Rape
Dena is trying to recruit people to go running with her at night. Some are telling her to go alone, while some are scared for her safety. In an effort to comfort her, Estelle told her that "most rapes occur from people you know". Very comforting indeed.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Goodbye Drew!
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Ode to the Boiler Room
Ode to the Boiler Room
Caitlin, your smile lights up the room,
You say goodbye to all our gloom.
Tamiesha, your just so awesome,
You make our heart-flowers blossom.
Drew,
I only wish I could be as cool as you (says Dena)
Daniel,
We want to dress you up in flannel,
And then make you speak Espanol (says Dena)
Cory, we've said all that can be said.
I need you like i need my daily bread. (says Mark)
Mica,
it's you we really likah likah.
Elizabeth,
We loved your potluck in Ivy,
It was definitely very lively.
Oh Boiler Room, here's our olive branch, we love you guys,
We hope this comes as a nice surprise!
Monday, June 21, 2010
Ode to the Bunker Room (From Cory)
‘Though the Boiler gives you a hard time,
I’m amazed at your skills with a rhyme.
The girls are all pretty,
And Mark is quite witty.
When Aditi says “y’all” it’s sublime.
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