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Monday, March 29
Is that a light I see before me?
There might be a way outta this yet.
You know what the most common line said in the movies is, right?
"Let's get out of here."
It works. It works for so many Genre's too. Romantic comedy...
"Hey, you're gorgeous. Let's get out of here."
Zombie movies...
"The Zombies are coming! Let's get outta here!"
Highlander II...
"Oh my gods.. This is the second worst movie I've ever seen... Let's get outta here!"
And in how this relates, that's my feelings on the place I work right now. This is creul and unusual employment.
I'm revamping my resume. It's a process. I want to make a resume of a person that I'd like to hire... And see if that makes it so that others will hire me. This means repeated trips to sites that tell me how to "build" my resume. As if it were a large and complicated cake. As if one little mistake would turn my beautiful cake into garbage. Making it impossible for me to achieve my goal of leaving my work place forever...
Hey, they could be right... It's best not to take chances...
Now see, the resume I want is sorta like a Romero Zombie. In the sense that it will stalk my potential new employer and eat thier brains... At least until they give me a job... At the very least make them CALL ME... Even if it's just to say "Thanks for the Zombie.. We don't need you."
So... Let's get out of here.
posted by: Skeeve @ 8:01 AM
Friday, March 26
Thursday night: The update
We had a server crash thursday night at 7:30 pm EST. The webhost was able to recover but they had to wait for a new harddrive to arrive, and so we were offline last night until this morning.
Welcome back!
posted by: Skeeve @ 8:12 AM
Thursday, March 25
A day late, but with purpose.
Skeeve and I, as of Thursday, March 25th, will have been officially a couple for four years. In a selfish moment, then, I will use this space to simply say,
Skeeve, I love you, and it's only just begun. Happy fourth.
posted by: Bliss @ 12:28 AM
Monday, March 22
Spring has Sprung!
Spring cleaning has begun, in earnest here around the house. Not because of spring, although that's certainly an incentive, but rather because we have to clean. You see... We're moving.
Yes, we found a house. A duplex you see. In the price range and very near work. We're horribly excited.
But, this also means that now we're getting our apartment looked at by potential tenants. We have given more than a month and the landlord has already schedualed 2 walk throughs tomorrow night. So the place has to be spic and span as to draw people in. I can hear them now...
"Hmmm. These people certainly have quiet a bit of stuff."
You see, we suffer from packrattus collecticus. In addition to the 9 computers, the 9 guitars, the 4 Swords... The big mass of DVD's and CD's and books and the couches and chairs and tables and bed and all of that stuff... We seem to collect papers. Lots of little slips of paper that some one somewhere once handed to me and GODS forbid I can bring myself to throw them away.
I have boxes of these things. And the ones they send me in the mail? I can't even seem to throw away the envelopes! What the hell is THAT about?
I can't even describe the thoughts (if you can call them such) that go through my head as I'm trying to purge my life of these slips of paper... "Oh. I might need this."
You need to prove to someone that you went to see Shrek 3 years ago!? Didn't EVERYONE?!?
To top that off I seem to have found my houses dust collection. It's behind my cats lost toy collection. I found 20 cat toys under the bookshelf in the living room. As soon as I pulled them out she went insane. "No! Put those BACK!" She's already started stuffing them back under while I plead and yell at her to leave them out from under there for ONE DAY!
So, it's interesting. Spring is a whole new world.
posted by: Skeeve @ 8:18 PM
Friday, March 19
On Death and Dying
I've been learning a lot lately about grief. I was a pretty lucky kid, with few of my close relatives kicking off. Recently, though, my grandfather died, as many of you read in the forums. In the month since, I've gotten a firsthand look at the way people unrelated to the deceased deal with death.
By and large, it is a position of ignorance. Nearly everyone puts on the appropriate shocked and horrified face, offers a hug or some other touch to the grieving relative (exhibit A: Me), and proceed to ask once or twice if the person is okay, and then promptly forget pretty much all about it.
As the grieving person in question, I've begun to wonder if maybe I'm doing this wrong. I've gotten two sympathy cards; one from Skeeve's parents, and one from a coworker. I've been talking a lot with another coworker, whose grandfather also just died last week. Now, I don't think that the death of a loved one is some sort of cue to prompt an in-pouring of flowers and cards from well-wishers galore; far from it, as such a thing would strike me as emminently tacky. But it weirds me out to the nth degree that a huge influence in my life is gone, never to return, and since it happened several weeks ago (an age, I tell you!) nobody asks if I am okay. If I want to talk about it.
Except for the fact that the man is gone, nothing may have happened. There's something wrong with that.
posted by: Bliss @ 3:54 PM
Wednesday, March 17
We're #1.
So the google webcrawlers stumbled upon our site this past weekend.
And I was just thinking I ought to put a META tag describing the site in case that happened.
Ooops.
Now it lists the first few lines of my rant from last Friday.
And I forgot to mention miserable failure too.
Dang. A little web-activism only goes a little way.
So have some fun and type TKOP in google sometime. We're #1.
Not much else to say this evening. Just filling in for Bliss, we've seemed to have lost her. Lets see if we can find her...
Is she in middle earth? Nope.
Behind a door? Noooo....
At the Spa? Nada.
Helping premature babies? Cute, but no.
In the Army? Hell no.
Kayaking in New Zealand? Uh. No.
In a cartoon? Maybe? That'd be cool.
No, I think she's Here. Working hard, selling books.
posted by: Zung @ 7:59 PM
Monday, March 15
I wanna be a Mongoose Dog!
Well, the house hunt begins.
We found several places that we wanted to look at the other day, and one, on the top of the list was a bunch of nice duplexes right off Wolf Road, very near both of our works. It looked perfect, and sounded even better. Right up until the $1850 per month price tag.
WHAT!?!?
I mean, SERIOUSLY!
Who would RENT a DUPLEX for that kind of money, when they can have THIER OWN house for that? Crackheads... Rich ones.
I mean, I'm making reasonable money... Not the worst, certainly not the best, but reasonable, you know? Who the hell do they get to move into these places!? I mean I could technically afford it, but that'd be too large a chunk of my monthly salary.
So, we're still looking. Best one so far is in Delmar. Small, but a whole house. And for less than $1850 a month.
Um. Yeah.
It better come with it's own gold plated toilet seat.
posted by: Skeeve @ 7:32 PM
Friday, March 12
Unruly Houseguests
Winter has become a bad house guest who refuses to leave.
Last week, we here in the New York area were enjoying 40° and 50° weather. It was thought that spring had arrived on our doorstep, with bags packed with tree buds, fresh air, & a cure for cabin fever. We cleaned up our guest bedroom for spring, and put away our winter coats.
Then we woke up one morning this week, and found Winter sprawled out on our couch. The nerve of Winter! Of course, we couldn’t wake him up, and we were already late for work, having to unexpectedly scrape off our cars, so we left hoping he’d be gone by days end. The sun seemed to clean up Winter’s mess, but low and behold, the next morning, there he was again on our couch. And this time he had spilled Doritos all over the floor. Bastard.
We thought he was gone for good after that, but then we were hit by a mini blizzard this morning, which while it only left an inch of snow, driving conditions were awful and visibility was minimal.
Winter said this morning he’d crash somewhere else for the next eight months or so, but I don’t believe him. I think he left something behind and he’ll be back for it. My Winter coat is still on the coat rack, ready to weather another unexpected visit. Next time, I’m gonna hit him with my snow shovel. Mess him up real good.
Nobody messes with Spring. Nobody.
posted by: Zung @ 12:00 PM
Thursday, March 11
Echos in the silence.
You're not going to hear much from me this week. Well, compared to other weeks. Well... Ok, I'm chatty.
I'm doing doubles for the next 3 days, and then this weekend I have to study for a new class that we're holding next week. (Well... New for me, Anyway...) After that I'm going to be teaching that new class, and so I'll be sort of incomunicado for awhile.
I'm sticking around, tho. Still coming by and popping in and out, trying to keep a handle on things. Sort of lurking, if you will.
So, yeah... Hours from 7:30am till 10:30pm are not my friends.
-Skeeve
posted by: Skeeve @ 4:57 PM
Monday, March 8
Greetings and salivations
Have you ever had one of those moments where it all comes crystal clear? Everything makes sense? The secrets of the Universe are known to you?
I have, but right now, even though I have a good sense where I'm heading the path from here to there is a bit cloudy. It's full of day to day drag you down stuff that I wish I didn't have to go through. I keep thinking if I won the lottery that I could hire someone to do all the mundane and concentrate on the really important things. (Music, Art and Bliss)
But, as someone I used to know always said...
"The Lottery is a tax on people who are bad at math."
So, time to go back to the drudgery. I'll check in with you again next Monday.
Perhaps I'll go pay taxes.
- Skeeve
posted by: Skeeve @ 8:13 AM
Friday, March 5
Another Friday, another rant...
If you did or said something, and a good number of people found it offensive, people you consider to be friends, would you apoligize? Or would you continue the offensive behavior despite the voices of concerned and angered friends?
What would you do? Would this poor choice in behavior be enough cause to put aside your pride or ego, and right your wrong? Think about that, and then think about president Bush.
Two television advertisements, which began showing on Thursday across the country, marking the beginning of the Bush administration's campaign, are using images from the terrorist attacks on September 11th, 2001.
Many victims' relatives are complaining that the images exploit those killed in the attacks for political reasons, and are in poor taste. I couldn't agree more. There are so many other ways to show our unity and struggles as a nation against terrorism.
Among the images shown in two of the advertisements are images of firefighters carrying a body, draped in a US flag, from the rubble at Ground Zero. The International Association of Fire Fighters condemned the decision to use their images and said the US president was being hypocritical, citing Bush's cuts to funds for first responders.
Democrats have called for the advertisements to be withdrawn, but yet Bush campaign adviser Karen Hughes said "With all due respect, I just completely disagree [with the families], and I believe the vast majority of the American people will as well." (On the CBS early show, Thursday), and it is doubtful the ads will be taken off the air. In fact, they're "booking former New York mayor Rudolph W. Giuliani on two networks; former New York police commissioner Bernard Kerik on three networks; Deena Burnett, the widow of United Flight 93 victim Tom Burnett, on five networks, including Spanish-language Univision; and Rep. Vito Fossella, a Republican from Staten Island, on three cable shows. GOP officials said the interviews were booked only because of the controversy, and they said they believe their representatives would be viewed by most voters as having more stature than the critics." (Mike Allen, Washington Post)
Is it possible that he's a miserable failure at apologizing? I think so.
posted by: Zung @ 10:51 AM
Wednesday, March 3
*swims up out of a headachey glaze to post*
Skeeve and I have discovered that we are perfect fodder for an O. Henry short story.
This past weekend, among other things, we rearranged our bedroom, and in the process of sorting through things and ridding ourselves of 10 garbage bages of junk we don't want or need any more, we discovered that there was not enough room on both sides of the bed for our nighttables.
Solution: new nighttables. We got them at Target - two of the plain cubes with interior shelf, one with a door on it for me, and one with drawers in it for Skeeve. We discussed what colors we wanted, from the available white, grey, light maple, or dark alder. Definitely wanted the wood, which narrowed our choices down to two - but Skeeve wanted the light maple (wouldn't show stains), while I fancied the dark alder (matches the darker wood of the rest of our bedroom furniture). We didn't come to a definite agreement.
So yesterday, I went to Target before work to pick out our cubes. I ended up getting the four cubes in light maple; I figured he was right at least about them not making that end of the room too heavy. When I got home after work, and Skeeve helped me carry them up, he was surprised: "I'd decided to like the darker one!" he said, grinning, and dubbed us the Gift of the Magi.
posted by: Bliss @ 1:42 PM
Monday, March 1
The General Outlook of Things
Welcome again to Monday.
Had a great weekend. Felt like it lasted forever. We did a bit of travelling and stayed at an awesome Inn in Vermont.
Nothing like driving along and holding hands and talking about just about everything (Like what would happen in the road ahead were to open up and swallow the car ahead of us.... Would we ride over the top of it, or would the tires pop because of the impact with the edges of the hole or would we just fall in after that car...) and listen to tunes on the radio and CD.
It was a bit too cold for the top to get put down, sadly. But all in all a wonderful weekend.
Change, from when you're a kid is always interesting to me. When I was younger I had such a sweets palate. I was always the one to finish the Easter or Halloween candy I had first. I'd keep the horde of it close so as to have it whenever I wanted. Now, as an adult it's much more a spice palate. (I HATED spice as a child. And now sweets just feel empty and unsatisfying.) I remember people telling me my taste for sweets would change as I got older, but I never believed them. Perhaps it was my grandmother putting a curse on my sweet-tooth.
Change is good...
But it ain't always easy.
-Skeeve
posted by: Skeeve @ 10:28 AM
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