channonyarrow

Okay, I know the tack I SHOULD take, but I also know that I don't WANT to take it. Please kick me in the ass.

I have a pro blog. It is not friended to anyone yet (except one person who will just have to deal.) I made last.fm, twitter, delicious, musicbrainz, shelfari, and tumblr accounts based on the name of that journal, but only the last.fm has exactly the same name. There is also a plus lj based on the name, for hosting background photos. Additionally, this journal is linked to my real name.

The name of the journal is based on a very obscure song lyric; it's not impossible to figure out, but it's also not part of the main vocal track so it's harder to hear than not.

AFTER I set everything up, I googled the name. There are several other users of the same name in different fora; the google hits list me three times (last.fm, lj, lj profile page) and then list an article entitled something like "Fuck the FCC in its ass" about the FCC fining a college radio station for playing a Scorsese interview that included fuck. There's also a MySpace, and a few other things. Obviously, none of these are mine, but there is no way to prove this that I expect anyone to spend more than two seconds on.

Therefore: a poll!

[Poll #1288195]

Current score: Me, 1, AT&T 1. We're gonna go for a split decision though, and I will get the service charge removed. I will make them adhere to my standards, by god.

To Do:
Apply for this
Call Sightlines and tell them that I am PERFECT for their job.
Find out if Seattle Metropolitan Magazine is still hiring.
Find out if I know anyone who knows anyone at SMM.
Apply at SMM
Contact Amazon and say "'sup, bitches?"
Contact Tor and say "'sup, bitches?"
Book plane flight.
Clean apartment.
Get dressed.
Transfer iTunes playlists.
Buy concert tickets
Check on Cobra Starship tickets.
Re-up LJ.
Cut out skirt for Halloween and cap movie.
Go to liquor store and Office Max (for my nefarious purposes, I need Jack Daniels, half-size legal pads, and a flash drive).
Quit moping.

To be crossed off as done.

Seriously, what? The MFI? The MFI?

Man, I am SO going to use that as my phone greeting forever now. "What the MFI is up, bitches?"

IT IS COMEDY GOLD, PEOPLE. AND IT IS AWESOME.

...oddly, I do not yet have an icon about Caribou Barbie and Alzheimers McCain yet. How have I overlooked this detail?

ETA: Hm. Defriended by someone I defriended after Anonygate 2008 (whether or not one is proven guilty, since one cannot, by definition, be proven innocent, I cannot, in fact, trust one) and I can't help but wonder: is this a normal flist paring, or did this post (it was moments after this was put up) provoke it? And if so, why, good god, why? Person in question is, to all appearances, a liberal. So, why?

ALSO: Have gone kerayzy! and decided to apply to Amazon, Microsoft, and Google. Plusses: I know people who know people, bitches; money. Negatives: ...everything else ever. With, in the case of Amazon, a partial commute exception. The other two? OH MY GOD THE SUCK, IT IS EPIC.

MORE ETA: Apparently, I'm making a friends layout TONIGHT. Gawddemmit.

I am never going to find a job, clearly. Not in my field, not without relocating, and probably just "not".

The beauty of being at work at 11:30 pm is that I can actually unplug my headphones and play iTunes, and it fucking rules, because this version is, like, forever later than the version on my home comp (which is actually the very first generation of iTunes, yes, I have not bought a new computer since 2001) and the fade between tracks is awesome.

Of course, everything ELSE about being at work eleven hours after I was supposed to get off sucks. But there's almost an end in sight, and I won't be here till 2:30, at least, thank fuck, that was LAST Friday.

I expect to (gasp) resume normal function...soon. I hope. If I throw my weekend on the fire and burn it ritually, I may be able to walk out the door on time ALL NEXT WEEK HOMG. Well, except for the one book that's running so far behind because everyone loves Drizzt (and I want to stab everyone for that, trust me.)

I really want macaroni and cheese, but if I could find somewhere to get it, I would be too tired to eat it, and I can't get to the only place I know of that serves late-night mac and cheese before they close. I'm thinking about going to 13 Coins for a Philly, but I'll probably just wind up in the drive through at Jack In The Box. But there's something about hot food when you're fucking tired as hell because you've been doing this crazy crazy crazy schedule for weeks now, and I'm certainly not going to be able to provide myself with hot food from scratch. And going home and eating half a loaf of hominy bread is Frowned Upon. By the time I finished five slices of challah last night I was sort of sick of bread.

I've decided that I really like Turkish rap because I can't understand what they're saying. Ceza is awesome, and I love them, because I can just be into the beat, and it doesn't matter if they're talking about, like, Turkish nationalism or about fucking up bitches, I can't understand it. It's pretty cool. Not to say that they're not talented, they are, but most rap is really just me wanting to scream "SHUT THE FUCK UP, COCKFACE."

Not so much a problem with rap in a language I don't speak. I can totally just concentrate on the music.

Also, Rough Guide finally put out an album I don't like. The Rough Guide to Bhangra Dance or whatever the fuck it is, I love Bhangra because I'm like that, but this is like...well, there's a few tracks on there that are like Panjabi MC and Anakhi and Balbir Bittu and that's AWESOME, but there are a few tracks where I'm seriously going "Wait, why am I listening to Missy Elliott? Wait, what? What just happened here?" Or, you know, because I certainly don't, someone who looks a lot less like they'd like to make you eat your own head than Missy Elliott and Lady Sovereign, but who has that singing-hip-hop vibe going on, and they're singing in ENGLISH, and it's like...okay, sure, this is Bhangra, but I promise: when I buy a Bhangra album, I'm buying it rock out to Bhangra, not to listen to hip hop. When I want that, I buy hip hop albums.

But considering that I have like fifteen Rough Guides, I suppose one out of fifteen ain't bad. I've never even had ONE Putumayo that I've liked.

I'm really tired and hallucinating a little. It's awesome. Whee!

ETA: What I find hilarious: people who think they have a sense of humour taking a joke WAY too seriously. Or, you know, Yahoo Answers. SAME THING!

I take back everything previously said about SUP. Obviously, being away from the computer for 24 hours dictates a complete meltdown.

On the plus side, I now totally know how my story bible retcon is going to go, and I also totally got my bonus and somehow managed to forget about, oh, a fifth of my salary, so, better than expected!

And I also got to send an email to a licensor that said "AHAHAHAHA, are you fucking kidding me?"

And then there was less work. Whoo!

I kind of wish that some of my work-related search terms were more normal. I just spent an hour trying to figure out what the First Crusaders would have called the people they walked an ass of a long way to fight.

It turns out that the answer is most likely "Saracen", since "Mohammedan" didn't show up until 1681, and Mahometan is barely older at an origin of 1529. Mahum might be useful, but didn't show up (along with Mahomet) until 1205.

So, basically, I've just spent an hour trying to figure out how to insult people who've been dead one hell of a long time, all the name of "getting it right."


ETA: Let's add "cathedral architecture", "breeds of cattle", "medieval theatre" and "princeps/Godefroy de Bouillon" to the list of "things I know more about now."

I think I'm going to bite the bullet and go.

I am genuinely surprised when it turns out that I have the filing cabinet I requested THREE WEEKS AGO at my desk today. However, since I am apparently LEAVING soon, it's not quite as satisfying as it WOULD HAVE BEEN.

I can just see this one. "Here, we'll move these boxes and put the filing cabinet in, and NOT MENTION IT."

*spazzes*

OMG too fucking much shit to do!

*gets out chainsaw*

*bemoans lack of four day weekends*

*hates cut cards and incrementals with a mad passion*

If I don't walk the dogs tonight they will gang up on me in my sleep and kill me. Big Fido has the switchblade, I can hear it. To do this it would be nice to be able to stand in a completely vertical position, rather than looking like Quasimodo's slightly-less-attractive-and-more-stooped-child. BUT NO BECAUSE I HAD TO CARRY AN ENTIRE HOJILLION BOXES OF CARDS THIS WEEK! SERIOUSLY! THOUSANDS OF CARDS!

I need rum.