Having eggs, but lacking bacon, I opted to make pancakes for breakfast this morning.
While I was doing so, my mother called, but I continued with my pancake-making, as it really only required one arm.
Initially I’d established a pretty good perfect pancake to retarded pancake ratio (4 to 1, which is all the more impressive considering I wasn’t entirely focused on the task), but as I was pouring another dollop of batter onto the griddle I opened a pocket of unblended pancake mix, which through the ratio off.
My mother asked how many I was making. I said that, depending on how big you make them, the amount of batter I had makes 6 to 8.
She asked, “You don’t eat all of them at once, do you?”
I said, “Sometimes.” (Read: every time)
Yesterday was fairly uneventful. I woke up at around 8:30, which was surprising, considering that on Friday evening around 6 PM I’d found myself sitting on the couch struggling to stay awake, and by 9 I was ready to call it a night, but managed to hold on until 10:30, at which point I decided there was no earthly reason to continue fighting to stay awake.
Which means that, having waken up at 8:30 on Saturday, I’d slept for 10 hours.
Not sure why I was so tired. Maybe it was a crash that followed the adrenaline surge that preceded calling the hot recruiter and getting shot down.
(There was a huge surge of adrenaline when I realized that I was dialing her number and said to myself, “Wait, I’m not ready yet!” but it was too late to turn back at that point, especially since she answered her phone on the first ring.)
But whatever. Apart from the little Man vs. Wild cartoon I did, I spent most of the day not doing too much besides working on another picture off and on. I actually did a lot of work on the picture, but it’s a pretty complex and involved picture that looked deceptively simple when I first started on it.
On Friday afternoon I picked up my cell phone and noticed that I had a voicemail message, which was puzzling, as I should have heard the phone ring.
Further investigation showed that my phone was, for some reason, unable to play ringtones, or any other audio file for that matter. I tried playing an mp3, but, while it went through the motions of playing it, no sound was issuing forth.
I took the battery out to reset it, which resolved the problem.
Of course, even if the sound had been working, I realized, I wouldn’t have heard it ring, as there was no corresponding indication of a missed call, which means that the incoming call had just gone straight to voicemail anyway.
In any case, the person calling was a recruiter from the company that I actually want to work for. My prospective boss had asked her to call me to find out when I need to make a decision about the offer for the job that I don’t want.
I didn’t tell her that I’d already accepted the job (with the intention of saying “thanks, but no thanks” as soon as I get an offer for the job I do want), but I don’t go in to do the paperwork on it until Tuesday morning, so I gave her that as the deadline.
Hopefully that will speed things up and they’ll get approval to go ahead and hire me before that.
Yesterday the 5 free HD DVDs that I got as a rebate on my HD DVD player (they’re now offering 7 HD DVDs, per an ad I saw online) arrived in the mail.
I don’t remember what movie I did select, but I know that I didn’t select The Frighteners, but that’s what I got. Oh well, it was free, the other 4 were right, and there wasn’t anything among the choices available that I really wanted anyway.
In addition to that movie, I got Darkman, because it’s just some really cheesy, over the top Sam Raimi fun, the John Carpenter version of The Thing, because it’s a cool movie, Aeon Flux, because it wasn’t as horrible as a lot of people made it out to be and it actually had some good scenes, and Swordfish, because Halle Berry’s naked breasts in 1080p.
I was surprised (and annoyed) to see that Superbad is coming out on Blu Ray rather than HD DVD, considering that most of Appatow’s other movies went the HD DVD route.
So I guess I won’t be seeing faux jailbait running around in their underwear in glorious HD…at least not until I’m fully ensconced in the world of the gainfully employed and buy a new Media Center PC that has a Blu Ray drive.
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Sunday, December 02, 2007
Monday, October 22, 2007
Funk Week Spillover Or Best Buy + Strippers = The Ultimate Frustration?
So I haven’t managed to fully shake off the Funk Week vibe, as I must confess that the fact that I haven’t heard anything more on last week’s job leads has got me a little down.
I know, I still have time, and there’s no point in getting discouraged already, but, as I mentioned, the uncertainty that goes with being jobless – particularly when you’ve just bought a house – can be nerve wracking.
Under the theory of “a watched pot never boils,” and because I needed various toiletries and some groceries, I headed out into the world to kill some time in the hopes that when I got home there would be some news.
Of course there wasn’t.
People who have never been to a strip club often say things like, “I would think that it would be more frustrating than anything else,” especially in regards to lap dances.
To them I would suggest that the act of seeing naked women gyrating on a stage is its own reward (and that it also helps to be drunk). As for lap dances, they certainly can be frustrating but, when done well, they have their own unique appeal, which, in many ways is actually aided by the frustration. After all, much of the thrill of, well, anything comes from the anticipation more than anything else.
Think of lap dances as being like Christmas morning, without any of the Christmas afternoon letdown.
Or something.
In any case, after having gone there to kill more time after I’d finished at Wal-Mart, I can tell you that going to Best Buy when you’re unemployed and you don’t really know where your future income may – or may not – be coming from is infinitely more frustrating than a trip to a strip club.
In any case, now I’m home and I need to try to force myself into putting all of the extra time I now have to productive use, but there’s a lot of inertia to have to overcome.
In yesterday’s account of my day I neglected to mention that when I got back from my walk I actually met one of my neighbors. She seemed like a nice enough lady.
Tomorrow I have to go to an orientation for the outplacement service that’s part of my severance package. Hopefully using their resources will help me to get a little more activity on the job front.
Sturdiwheat Done Dirt Cheap Department:
Last year when I first moved to Leesburg I was pleased to discover that Super Target sold Sturdiwheat pancake mix, which is made in Red Wing, MN, the town I once lived in. It’s pretty much the best pancake mix I’ve ever encountered, and making pancakes with it is simplicity itself, as it’s a “just add water” mix.
Today I did my grocery shopping at Super Target specifically for the purposes of picking up some Sturdiwheat. Alas, it appears that I’m the only person in Leesburg who appreciated it, as they no longer stock it.
*Sigh*
(And yes, I see that I can order it online at their site, but I would much rather be able to pick it up at the store.)
I know, I still have time, and there’s no point in getting discouraged already, but, as I mentioned, the uncertainty that goes with being jobless – particularly when you’ve just bought a house – can be nerve wracking.
Under the theory of “a watched pot never boils,” and because I needed various toiletries and some groceries, I headed out into the world to kill some time in the hopes that when I got home there would be some news.
Of course there wasn’t.
People who have never been to a strip club often say things like, “I would think that it would be more frustrating than anything else,” especially in regards to lap dances.
To them I would suggest that the act of seeing naked women gyrating on a stage is its own reward (and that it also helps to be drunk). As for lap dances, they certainly can be frustrating but, when done well, they have their own unique appeal, which, in many ways is actually aided by the frustration. After all, much of the thrill of, well, anything comes from the anticipation more than anything else.
Think of lap dances as being like Christmas morning, without any of the Christmas afternoon letdown.
Or something.
In any case, after having gone there to kill more time after I’d finished at Wal-Mart, I can tell you that going to Best Buy when you’re unemployed and you don’t really know where your future income may – or may not – be coming from is infinitely more frustrating than a trip to a strip club.
In any case, now I’m home and I need to try to force myself into putting all of the extra time I now have to productive use, but there’s a lot of inertia to have to overcome.
In yesterday’s account of my day I neglected to mention that when I got back from my walk I actually met one of my neighbors. She seemed like a nice enough lady.
Tomorrow I have to go to an orientation for the outplacement service that’s part of my severance package. Hopefully using their resources will help me to get a little more activity on the job front.
Sturdiwheat Done Dirt Cheap Department:
Last year when I first moved to Leesburg I was pleased to discover that Super Target sold Sturdiwheat pancake mix, which is made in Red Wing, MN, the town I once lived in. It’s pretty much the best pancake mix I’ve ever encountered, and making pancakes with it is simplicity itself, as it’s a “just add water” mix.
Today I did my grocery shopping at Super Target specifically for the purposes of picking up some Sturdiwheat. Alas, it appears that I’m the only person in Leesburg who appreciated it, as they no longer stock it.
*Sigh*
(And yes, I see that I can order it online at their site, but I would much rather be able to pick it up at the store.)
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