To answer Matt's question, yes, if I could write a book or something and read it onstage and have people scream for me, I'd go for it. In fact, if I could just get on stage and talk and have people scream for me, I'd go for it. In fact, if people just screamed for me wherever I went that would be just fine with me. What happened to me as a child that I'm so starved for attention? I have no idea.
I have a very strange sensation right now that my life is very, very good, but could be better. I have a job that I find fulfilling but is very low paying. Should I get a job that pays better but is less fulfilling? Say, something with a summer vacation and some snot-nosed kids? Or should I look for less-fulfilling work on the side? Or should I wait for something to come along that's better paying and even more fulfilling than what I'm doing now? Furthermore, is it enough to have a fulfilling job? Should I be doing something that benefits mankind? Or is it enough to follow my dreams and then plan to donate to charity some day when I have the time and money? Or should I be seeking fulfillment in my personal life only, and not worry about what I do for a living?
If I could have any job in the world, I'd be a rock star. And I'd be a good rock star, too. I wouldn't squander my fame on drugs and groupies. I'd keep a really level head and enjoy the ride. It's creative, it can make a difference in people's lives, and you get the screaming adulation of thousands every night. There's no writing something and then putting it out in the world and wondering if anyone enjoys it. You hear the enjoyment, live.
The Olde English (not the malt liquor) thought that you achieved immortality by being remembered after your death, in song and story and all that Beowulf crap. Maybe they were onto something.
My site is floundering! I haven't written anything in ages and people aren't coming anymore. And Furst has 3,000 hits! This is war. There's only one thing I can do...write a big entry and hope people read it.
Right now I'm at my mom's house doing laundry. That's one of the nice things about living in my home town. I haven't paid for laundry yet. Sure, maybe it's pathetic, but it's cheap! And I'm not a towny, dammit!
I watched some of the special features on "Signs" this morning. This is the movie that, when I saw it in theatres, gave me a panic attack. So of course I bought it on DVD. Strangely, even watching the special features gave me a sense of dread. What is it about this movie? Maybe it just has that vibe. There's this one radio station, 90.7 WFUV, that plays some cool music, but I can't listen to it because just tuning it in makes me feel sad. Like it's the radio wave frequency doing it or something. It's very strange.
I went into work today to do some catching up (and hopefully get a comp day to use later) and two people were having a pogo stick contest. If one guy (an ex-employee) won, the other guy (one of my bosses) would have to go see "The Core" with him, a movie which looks unbearably atrocious, and pay for him. If the other guy won, the first guy would never be allowed to see "The Core". Unfortunately for everyone involved, the guy who wanted to see it stayed on the pogo stick longer. Best of luck with that, guys.
Call me a fanboy, but the new trailer for X-Men 2 is the coolest thing I've ever seen.
Brooke's having a wedding dress fitting right now. Yes, I'm getting married and there's nothing you can do to stop me.
I wish I had some freelance gigs to bring in some more money. However, I'm largely unwilling to go out and search for freelance gigs. Explain to me how that works.
I went to a jazz club last night. Is there something wrong with me that I can't hear jazz without thinking of Lisa Simpson? At least Brooke does the same thing.
I was actually in NYC this weekend during the fourth worst blizzard in its history. I went down the night before and stayed in a hotel with 4-foot-long beds. I did all this for my job. I haven't had a really good psychiatric evaluation lately, but it might be time to look into one.
The apartment is still a complete mess. The first warm day, I swear, we're doing a huge spring cleaning. Throw all (one of) the doors wide open and everything that doesn't fit somewhere gets taken out of the apartment. Hopefully, when it's all over, I'll still be there.
How freakin' hard is it to get a library card? Why should it take more than 15 minutes? Do they have to do a background check? It's not like I'm asking to work with children!
Tomorrow I'm going to pick out a tuxedo, not just for myself, but for all my groomsmen and all the dads (and there's a lot of 'em). So the question becomes, do I look for something stylish for myself, or do I look for something embarassing for everyone else?
If I had more money, would I be happier? The answer is yes? "Well, what about..." No, seriously. The answer is yes. Someone gimme money.
Hey, look at that. I haven't posted in so long that my webpage is blank. I'll be back soon, I promise. It's busy at work!!!
It's. Freaking. Snowing. Again.
OK, I like snow as much as the next guy, but it's enough, already! Seriously, bring on the spring. I'm ready. I think we're all ready.
I didn't go into work on Friday because of the snow, so I worked from home (read: my mom's home, because my apartment doesn't have phones or cable and thus, no internet access). But now I am at work, and I have to drive home in the snow. I hate driving home not in the snow bad enough. Argh.
Anyway, this weekend I learned that Pootie Tang isn't nearly as fun when someone in the room hates it. Fortunately, I relearned that you can't beat a ho with a belt. They like that shit!
Brooke and I are trying to cut down on carbs, so we bought a whole shload of meat on Friday. Then I eat candy at work, completely counteracting any progress that this would make. Plus, I never get any exercise. Although yesterday I walked all around town. Which was fun, until I attempted walking up Brooke's hill, which normally should only be atempted with sherpas.
I like Matt Jankowski's rundown of the places he has lived. I'd try to do something similar, but I've only lived a grand total of 5 different places. One when I was less than a year old, one for over 20 ears, two for two years each in college, and one that I'm currently inhabiting.All I can say is that in th Honors House, my side was the "hip side" while the other side was the "flip side", no matter what you may have heard.
American Gods is seriously creeping the shit out of me. I can't prove that every god anyone ever believed in isn't currently walking around America? Can you? Until you can, I'm steering clear of anyone with a buffalo head, and I think you should too.
I know I tend to do these entries like "Larry King"-style enterainment columns, and I apologize, but it's just the easiest way to "organize" my thoughts, so to speak. If I ever start bolding words, I've crossed a line and I must be stopped.
Wah dah tah
I'd like to delcare a moratorium on bands rhyming "on my knees" with "begging please."
Really, Coldplay. You should know better.
And now I'll throw the floor open to your own moratoriums.
I really haven't been feeling like I'm living up to my blog title lately (and yes, I'm now comfortable enough with myself to call it a Blog).
In the good news department...
I'm reading more than ever now! Thanks, not having television! I just polished off Nick Hornby's How To Be Good (God, what a fucking downer of an ending. Now I'm afraid to read About a Boy because I heard that they changed the ending and I don't know what the original one was, but it probably involved people being miserable, and I don't feel like reading that right now) and I'm currently working on Neil Gaiman's American Gods, which, in its first chapter, features a woman absorbing a man with her vagina. Hooray for literature!
I've been talking to a lot of people lately, which is nice. I've been on the phone with Melissa a lot lately. Congrats on your new job, sweety, and good luck on your first day of work. This weekend I also spoke to Dan Hoak, who's thrown down the gauntlet to Jeff Munroe regarding facial hair, and Josh, who has graciously agreed to be the third and final groomsman (although, technically, I still haven't asked my brother, who recently got an eyebrow ring [grumble]), and who has been protesting the war and has a dog.
I've been more focused at work lately. Which is good, because I can't afford to fuck this up.
I love my fiancee, and the food at the wedding is going to be delicious. Although I haven't tried it, I'm more excited about the chicken stuffed with goat cheese than I should be.
And now that that's out of the way, random musings.
Nothing beats a good burger once in a while. I'm so glad I started eating meat again.
I'm thinking about joining karate to get in shape, although this might not be a good idea because I'm the least flexible person in the world.
How about a poll: Should I change the name of this blog to "The Attention Farm", because that's really what it is for me? As the Onion says, What Do YOU Think?