OH. YOUR. GOD. I am so glad no one can see me right now…

I cannot stop watching the Olympics! I HATE the Olympics! …or rather, I used to hate the Olympics… Now, however…

Did you seeee- how Boukpeti won the bronze in whitewater?! Was that not phenomenal!? Ohh, for the first time in my life I wish I was a sports person! It's making me wish there was an audience for writers—you know, yelling, cheering, chanting—the spontaneity of the crowd fuelling your performance! I just have to keep teling myself to wait for November. And NaNoWriMo. That's about as close as a writer can get.

 

Don't get me wrong; It's not like the Olympics is without its flaws, and I can see that. Some of those smarmy commercials was going on about how once every four years everyone all over the world will come together . . . except Iraq, right? Because fuck those guys, they can't play with us anymore L. Also, the commercials themselves are pretty smarmy. And all the product placement is a little tiresome, even though it helps to pay for all the expenses. Further to that point, I've heard that the last Olympic village in Athens is becoming a new set of ancient ruins instead of helping to boost its nations economy like it's supposed to.

But despite all its bad points, I'm not ashamed to admit I've been sucked in to the Olympic Games. Except to anyone whom I've told that I hate it.

So that is, I guess, everyone.

GO TEAM USA!

You know, I’ve been drinking—I mean thinking…

*RANT ALERT*

I saw one of those pictures of hippies vs. militia and the hippies were giving them flowers in protest for peace. This shows that even peacemongers make the same mistake as war guys. Failure to communicate, caused largely by ethnocentrism.

The hippies were operating under the belief that everyone should adopt their values: pacifism, indiscriminate sex, and religious drug use—exactly like everyone else in the world!

Everyone thinks they know best. Well, to be fair, you can't really blame them for that; it's human nature. It's part of our self esteem function. But it's consistently taken too far. Nobody knows best, nothing is absolute. Recall the words of the Different Strokes themesong. It's true.

Regarding the photo with the flowers, here's what the hippies should have done if they were really serious about this whole 'peace' experiment. They should have researched their adversaries in an attempt to understand them. Find out what they like instead of assuming they liked flowers like the hippies did. The flowers were needlessly theatrical and gay; they were trying to make a scene and that's where they fucked up. No sensible person likes to have foliage foisted on them. Ask the Hare Krishnas.

Let's explore a scenario:

Armed Guys: "Alright, all you filthy Hippies! Get out of here or I'll blast you all with my comically oversized gun!"

Protesting Hippies: "Hey, Hey man. No need to shout. This is a peaceful protest. Here have a flower some drugs, or maybe a beer. It must be pretty hot under all that armor and black clothing."

Armed Guys: "Oh… Uh, thanks. It is pretty hot out here."

They both drink.

Armed Guys: "Wow, that hits the spot. Thanks you guys. But seriously though, you'd better leave. Now's not a great time for a protest."

Protesting Hippies: "Yeah, I guess we've made our point. We'll get going, even though we totally have a right to assemble."

Armed Guys: "We'll see you later."

Protesting Hippies: "See you around, man."

 

See? Wasn't that so much better? Both sides got something, and it was made clear—but more importantly, understood—that they would both return to continue communications.

So when you're ever in an argument remember: It doesn't pay to start the drama unless you speak the other guy's language.

The day before tomorrow

Written 8/2/08,

So it's the day after my surgery and I feel great. I can talk normally and even sing (albeit with a little soreness to my throat). Also, my sister hates me for recovering so fast.

Anyway, I already missing beef and stuff. Well, I have yet to begin UHA rewrites, but my current plan is as follows:

1. Type up revisions
   
2. Print
   
3. Ask anime-fags to read it
   
4. Check for signs of fanboyism
   
   1. If yes, SCORE
      
   2. If no, see step
      
5. Ask real humans to read it
   
6. Barring significant rewrites, query publishers/agents
   
7. ????
   
8. Profit
   

So as a further double edged impediment/boon to my writing, my dad will be gone for a month. This means I will not have to keep my writing a secret, which should help the pressure, and also that I can do whatever I want, which will include anything but writing.

I had a blind date last week, which seemed to go pretty well, but there wasn't any real connection.

And I still need a job. Maybe I just need to volunteer w/ the mentally handicapped. My sister is quitting her job helping a boy with cerebral palsy to go to college, so maybe I can get her job to help me get that job in Boston.

But I still need to decide whether I want to get my CELTA certification. Also, were I to take her job, I would have to move back to George West AKA H8H8H8H8H8H8H8H8H8H8H8H8H8-ER town.

Decisions, decisions…

Wisdom

So I'm having my wisdom teeth removed tomorrow. So… no more wisdom for me. I went out and ate a bunch of food I won't be able to after the operation. Spicy stuff, crunchy stuff, you know.

In other news, I was rejected from another job after two very promising interviews. Kind of a downer there. I'm beginning to think that maybe a drastic act is the answer…

But on a lighter note, I'm almost ready to start casting pods. If I could only think of something to do a show about…

 

I'm planning to begin typing edits to UHA as I recover from surgery. I'll be out of town for a while, so I hope to get a lot done, but based on previous experience…

Whatever. Later.

This was me when i finished 2nd round UHA revisions...

Crossed the finish line before dinner.
So now it's back to the computer again to type up all the revisions I made.

But lately I'm getting the urge to start a new project... I guess it must be the plot-bunny in me.
Well, look out for exciting things now that I can make gifs.

The Aftermath

well, Dolly's done for (but the songs are still in my head) and now all that's left is to clean up the wreckage.

i have a job interview today, not one i really want, but one that would be better than many others.
updates later on how it turns out.

*update. Just back from the interview, i think it went really well, except for the fact that the person who was supposed to interview me wasn't there.

Oh, well, i have a bigger bone to grind (i know, i know, i just mixed cliche metaphors): typing tests.
two interviews i've had so far included a typing test. i did far better on this one than the last (thank you, regular blog entries) but i'm still a little Pissed off at the futility of it.

i sat there taking this thing over and over for half an hour just to get an extra bleeding 2% on correctitude. that's right, in the age of spell checkers, they want 95% or better. 93%'s just not good enough. but considering the fact that yu'll have to run spellcheck either way, if you're going to bust balls, shouldn't you up it to 100%?

anyway, as most of you know, i don't expend a great deal of effort in these online posts (see this post) so, naturally a typing test based on accuracy is going to irk me.

i'm beginning to wonder now whether my lack of proper formating may be detrimental to my readership, and i'm thinking it is, so if i remember, i'm going to start typing my entries in word adn posting them up later.

see ya

Hello, Dolly!

So it's day one of hurricane Dolly's wrath, and i feel down and out, so i think i'll put on my sunday clothes.
as some of you may have guessed, this entry will be filled with allusions to the musical.

so far we've only had moderate rain, tornado warnings and scattered showers, but nothing serious.

a few hours ago, dolly was mostly green on the radar, but look at the old girl now, fellas! redder than a firecrotch on st. patrick's day.

i have already gathered everything i own that's irreplaceable into my bag, but i want to back p all my files on this computer.

it only takes a moment to be sucked into a hurricane.

*update! i have recently learned of a few file hosting websites that host things for free...
this opens u some interesting new possibilities-- for one thing podcasts, for another, e-books! now i can host e-books on the site! so look forward to that feature.*

in other news, i have confirmation that my application to shriver medical center was received on not one, but two fronts. on top of that, a stopgap employer i applied to called me back today, but i was busy, so unfortunately i was unable to talk for very long.

i'm going to try to do some writing today. something's brewing in here; i can feel it!

so, baring annihilation, further updates as conditions worsten!