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It's two AM and I'm freaking jittery. It could be because I just had a little coffee, but most likely it's because this morning I got a call from a potential employer. This always brings on the fight-or-flight response, so I do all my phone interviews while pacing briskly around the living room. I'm sure it sounds a little strange on the other end, what with the wind noise and Doppler effect. If I didn't pace, I'd have to fidget. Normally I fidget a little while on the phone, but while in the grip of adrenaline, I'm sure the fidgeting would get out of hand, to the point of completely disassembling a nearby bookshelf or perhaps building a new one out of pens and binders.

Anyway, I stopped being jittery for some of today, but I've been a little anxious the whole time. I need a new job, and this place would be ideal. It's nearby, the work is interesting enough, they're not gonna go bankrupt from buying giant opulent oval-office style suites for people, and they really use the things that they make. So. I wanna work there pretty bad. It would be good for me to go into an office semi-regularly again. I might start paying attention to what day it is, and talking to people I don't know will probably keep me more informed on what's going on with people, in general. I always wonder what is up with people. Now I'll know.

For instance: I didn't know until yesterday that "Bey Blades" are the big fad toy that parents are injuring each other over this Christmas. (They should just rename it "Full contact shopping season") This isn't exactly what you'd call important, but neither is keeping track of what music is popular. You add up all these unimportant things that you're not paying attention to, and eventually you're cloistered in a remote cabin, making bombs out of toothpicks and glue, thinking that your particular thing is all that matters in the world. I don't especially relish the thought of getting all the way down that path (part way is ok).

I went to a Manxome Foe show, probably the last one Kris will play at. They didn't bring their back line (amps and kit), thinking it would be provided. Last minute, they find out otherwise. Kris asks to borrow my car. I'm feeling pretty trusting, so I let him. This is the first time I'm ever let anyone drive my car without me in it, and certainly the first time Kris has driven my car. So of course, he gets back on time with the stuff, but it turns out he curbed it at speed, somehow. Arrgh. Well, I'm not holding it against him, but it's probably going to be a while before anyone else drives my car. (big chunk out of the tire, large damage to the rim). Other than that, it was a fun evening! The primarily red lighting meant that every picture of the band (featuring Aleksandra, Alex, and Eloise, guest starring KRIS DARR, former MISTER YUCK MEMBER?!?!#%*(&() looks like they are under heat lamps. Oh yeah, Eloise has been going out with Kris for 2 years, the 11th of this month. That's why I'm aware of them. They have a website, though it's not exactly easy to find on google, what with "Manxome Foe" being a phrase primarily found in a relatively well-known poem.

Over the past weeks, I posted a "snarky" comment in RCM's livejournal, after he listed Chel of.. um.. something something bliss as one of the top 5 most annoying journals. Imagine my surprise when an old coworker of mine emails me to chastise me for daring to ridicule her! I later find out that he went through the trouble because he's actually her fucking BOYFRIEND. Jesus CHRIST it's a small world. I spent the week after the September 11 terrorist attacks with this guy, learning to work together with a new team and mentally recovering from an unbelievable tragedy. He seemed like a cool enough guy, inasmuch as he wasn't crashing airplanes into buildings. Anyway, the thing I was making fun of was that these journals have a fairly vocal body of readers who applaud most everything the writers talks about. It's as if they feel they have a duty to "pump up" the writer, who is usually disadvantaged in some way (depression, most often. Sometimes something like CFIDS, but spina bifida in this case). I still don't understand what the draw is. The writing and design could most flatteringly be described as "gentle". The subject matter, usual. There are a jillion, jillion web pages like those out there. Does the natural desire to help the injured come into play? (otherwise, why fly to her defense?)

On the other hand, there was a time when I was a big sucker for Tracy Lee. That was before I joined the pretentious serial life-based nonfiction club, though. (ATTRIB: frippy) I can't say I've never been stupid before. Yeah, when I tell people they're stupid, I'm doing it with the utmost in personal humility and sympathy for them! Did I say you're stupid? I really meant we're stupid.

Helen: If someone offended me online, would you leap to my defense?
Andr00:: I don't know if I can be that patronizing ! You'd have to do all the typing yourself.

Next time you think you might've done something stupid, remember that someone, somewhere bought a sterling silver pointy party hat for $225. (Link courtesy of Olana Mark, sucker since 1993)