Dairy of a Madman » When the universe speaks, I listen

Current Terror Alert:

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My Many Flavored Cuts:

My fellow sides of beef:

Bitter Old Punk - Slinging the liquor to all who will tip, and even some who won't, because corporate policy demands it.
Boobs, Injuries, and Dr. Pepper - Southern Haha. Oh, like it matters. Look -- boobs!
Cadet Spiff's Deep Space Log - Richard, you ignorant slut. You know how I know you're a nerd?...
Clublife - I sometimes work as a bouncer. I'll bet this guy could kick my ass, too.
Defective Yeti - Seattle's not such a bad place after all. Maybe the rain makes you funny.
Devin Townsend - Go. Listen. Learn to love. Stop asking so many damned questions.
Dooce - The fairy godmother of the blog world.
Falling Sky - It's Jon, my favorite British person. There's real flavor here.
Jason Mulgrew - It never fails: I'm having a bipolar day, and someone bipolar makes me laugh. Fucker.
Monalicious - Boston will never seem cold to me as long as this woman's there.
Pretty Helmet - Elizabeth in the Ham
Something Positive - One of the best cartoons ever. Funny, mean, and touching, usually within a single word.
The Broken English - Highly recommended in the fight against chlamydia. Not for children over three foot eight, or lactating women.
The Sneeze - Home of 'Steve, Don't Eat It!' Enough said.
Wade on Birmingham - Someday, Wade will be under Birmingham. Or over it.
Wade un Birmingham - Non-Birmingham, presumably non-American Idol, non-boring, non-badly written
Waiting with Bated Breath - Not just for kids, Trix tastes great and is less filling.
Warren Ellis - Writer of stuff. Crotchety. Smokes a lot, so we like him.

TODAY'S DEEP THOUGHT:

I'd like to be buried Indian-style, where they put you up on a high rack, above the ground. That way, you could get hit by meteorites and not even feel it.

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When the universe speaks, I listen

3 August 2004 | This is Uncategorized

Sometimes, though, I’m just not sure how to interpret what I’m hearing.

As of August 31, my job no longer exists, so there’s that. The official line is that I’m being laid off, which is good for my resume; the truth behind the official line is rather unimportant to me. So I get to get my resume back in working order, and start that process that I love so - the job hunt. Argh.

Much easier when it’s a laid-back, replacement sorta search.

On the one hand, I’ve been trying to get away from this job for a long time — over a year, maybe longer. On the other, I’m now one more reason short on why it is that I stay in this town, and one less exterior definition of self. It’s a tough juggle in my head.

Plus, I hate hunting for work.

And for the first year in three, my short script isn’t a finalist for the Sidewalk competition.

But on the bright side, I’ve got the cover story this week in the Birmingham Weekly, my piece on local film / Hide and Creep. So that’s coolish.

To the resumemobile, Batfucker.

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