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I got a JOB. A real job, one that doesn't involve sitting in the back room of Deborah's Invitations making tuna sandwiches for my cousin. Instead, I will be making sandwiches for other people, who may or may not be my cousin, and they may or may not be tuna. For I have a job at Quizno's.
I didn't even go in there to get a job, actually. I just wanted a sandwich after a long day of filling out applications, but they were hiring, so I filled out one MORE application. I actually think the manager would have hired a spongmonkey if it had walked in and said "I WANTS A JOB" or something to that effect. He was kind of desperate for sandwich-makers.
I start tomorrow at 9 AM. Wish me luck.
I did finish "Relic" and "Reliquary" last night. Most of my thoughts on these two books are along the lines of "THAT IS SO COOL." Were-gecko demons, hobos fighting yuppies, albino FBI agents...and I had an interesting time trying to imagine blonde Crispin with a Southern accent. I'm not so good at imagining or writing Southern accents, since I am rarely exposed to them; I hear either "scary redneck" or "Blanche DuBois." And I kind of doubt Pendergast sounds like either. Can't wait to read "Cabinet" and "Still Life" tonight, or at least start on them between vacuuming and "House."
Got a new DVD to reward myself for acquisition of job. It's called "Primer" and it's about time travel and it won some kind of award at Sundance or something. Ought to be good.
I've also discovered that I can, in fact, draw. Really badly, but I can! Nothing is recognizable, though. I tried to draw a dinosaur and my brother thought it was a dog with no ears. And I tried to draw a zombie and my brother thought it was a LEGO block. And I tried to draw two guys having sex and my brother thought it was a plate of spaghetti. Actually, that might say more about my little brother than my drawing talent or lack thereof. I'm going to stick with jewelry to express myself in a nonverbal fashion...or I might try to learn bass guitar.
ETA: Apparently, I can draw one thing well. I can draw Akbar and Jeff from Matt Groening's "Life In Hell" cartoon. I shall develop this dubious skill.
I didn't even go in there to get a job, actually. I just wanted a sandwich after a long day of filling out applications, but they were hiring, so I filled out one MORE application. I actually think the manager would have hired a spongmonkey if it had walked in and said "I WANTS A JOB" or something to that effect. He was kind of desperate for sandwich-makers.
I start tomorrow at 9 AM. Wish me luck.
I did finish "Relic" and "Reliquary" last night. Most of my thoughts on these two books are along the lines of "THAT IS SO COOL." Were-gecko demons, hobos fighting yuppies, albino FBI agents...and I had an interesting time trying to imagine blonde Crispin with a Southern accent. I'm not so good at imagining or writing Southern accents, since I am rarely exposed to them; I hear either "scary redneck" or "Blanche DuBois." And I kind of doubt Pendergast sounds like either. Can't wait to read "Cabinet" and "Still Life" tonight, or at least start on them between vacuuming and "House."
Got a new DVD to reward myself for acquisition of job. It's called "Primer" and it's about time travel and it won some kind of award at Sundance or something. Ought to be good.
I've also discovered that I can, in fact, draw. Really badly, but I can! Nothing is recognizable, though. I tried to draw a dinosaur and my brother thought it was a dog with no ears. And I tried to draw a zombie and my brother thought it was a LEGO block. And I tried to draw two guys having sex and my brother thought it was a plate of spaghetti. Actually, that might say more about my little brother than my drawing talent or lack thereof. I'm going to stick with jewelry to express myself in a nonverbal fashion...or I might try to learn bass guitar.
ETA: Apparently, I can draw one thing well. I can draw Akbar and Jeff from Matt Groening's "Life In Hell" cartoon. I shall develop this dubious skill.
