Thursday, August 14, 2008

Lord of Ring Seeks Mordor - SOLD!



So, my ex-fiancee is off "finding herself." I hope, someday, to find myself, if only to have someone to split the rent and bills with.

Having an ex-fiancee means having to unload an engagement ring.



What better place to do that than here?



I like this ring. It's simple. It's classic-looking. She loved it. It was just what she wanted. In a ring, any way. I picked it out and paid for it all by myself. I shopped for it on a Wednesday, bought it on a Thursday, proposed on a Friday and showed it off at my Dad's 75th birthday party on a Saturday.



It's certified by the International Gemological Institute.



The diamond is rectangular, .50 cts, 4.48 x 4.10 x 3.05 mm, clarity is rated I-1, which means it's imperfect but not to the naked eye, color is E, which means colorless or "exceptional white." It is set in a platinum ring, size 7.5.



I think it's the single, biggest purchase I have ever made in one payment. I was simultaneously giddy and proud. I paid $1,874.00 for it. That includes a lifetime warranty. Now, there is no way I'll be able to get all that back. Diamond rings, apparently, are like new cars. Their market value plummets once you leave the lot. There's quite a mark-up. Taking it to a pawn shop or a jeweler in the diamond district would likely get me one third or one fourth of what I paid as well as make me feel like the biggest chump on the planet.

So, I'm just asking for half. $900. And I'll throw in the original receipt so you can keep working the lifetime warranty. If you are interested, shoot me an e-mail. joejanes1065@comcast.net.

I'm putting this out here first. Tomorrow, it goes on Craig's List.



METALUNA IN "THE WEEK"

So, I ran in to an acquaintance earlier this week and she said "Oh, my God! I have to ask. Are you playwright Joe Janes?"

"Um. Sure."

"You're in a magazine I subscribe to called The Week!"

"Is that, like, in the Sunday Tribune or something?"

"No, here. I'll show you. You can't keep it. It's mine."

And she had it on her. The Week's motto is "All You Need To Know About Everything That Matters." It's described as a compilation of "The Best of the U.S. and International Media." And sure enough, on page 26, under "Arts," is a plug for Metaluna with snippets from Tribune critic Nina Metz's review. On this page, there are only five theatrical productions from across the country highlighted and, dammit, we're one of them!

Why, yes. I am playwright Joe Janes.

It's the last weekend for Metaluna! And your last chance to see Jen Ellison as "Rupert" and me trying not to crack up on stage because of it is Friday!


THE BS NEWS QUIZ OF THE DAY

Yesterday, I asked...

"Chinese officials had a little girl lip synch the song 'Ode to the Motherland' at the opening ceremony of the Olympics because the original singer was what?"


No one said "Sick with Asian Flu," "Actually a woman," or "Was working late at the sweat shop" (She only puts in 15 hours a day, like everyone else)

100% got it right with "Not pretty enough"

According to The Associated Press, one little girl had the looks. The other had the voice.

So in a last-minute move demanded by one of China's highest officials, the two were put together for the Olympic opening ceremony, with one lip-synching "Ode to the Motherland" over the other's singing.

The real singer, 7-year-old Yang Peiyi, with her chubby face and crooked baby teeth, wasn't good looking enough for the ceremony, its chief music director told state-owned Beijing Radio.

So the pigtailed Lin Miaoke, a veteran of television ads, mouthed the words with a pixie smile for a stadium of 91,000 and a worldwide TV audience.

Yah, yah, yah. Before you go off on how image-obsessed China is and how cruel this was to the little girl who sang the song, consider this. Here's what 7-year-old Yang Peiyi looks like...



Too much lead in her toys, I guess.

8 comments:

Henri said...

whoa, really just whoa!

Joe Janes said...

Yah. Those Chinese. Freaky, hunh?

mark krause said...

ok i never thought you'd have an infomercial on your blog, are you screen testing for qvc? by the way what happened with the fiance? you can e-mail me with the story if you like. just to let you know my fiance still has her ring been married to her for 23 years now.

Lori said...

Dude.

mark krause said...

we're old friends only catching him up on my life

Joe Janes said...

It happened a month and a half ago. I just haven't been shouting it from the roof tops. She literally did say she needed to find herself. I believe she's looking somewhere over on Argyle Street.

Lori said...

Sorry to hear this news.
Onward, the only way to go.
I'll be thinking of you.

Anonymous said...

Fucking hell. Sorry, Mr. Janes. I hesitate to type a cliche here, but having experienced firsthand "this too shall pass" on the relationship front, know it will, and give way to better days than you could imagine right now.

I hope you move that merchandise to someone who will cherish it and your good taste.

On a much lighter note, I sometimes see copies of "The Week" lying around the free mag bins at work (I always thought it was some ring-wing rag). So if you remember the date, let me know, I'll hunt for a copy for you if you haven't gotten your own already.

Congrats on that.

Merrie

P.S. The photo credit was kind of you. I'll figure out my camera's autofocus by the next time your brother visits.