Phase 5

The first interview went well. My combination of being a trained journalist and editor was well tempered by my sheer lack of experience in anything beyond a controlled or semi-controlled environment.

In other words, I've got the skills, but not the experience to use them. Still, the publisher must've seen something she liked, as I'm due in for another interview in 11 hours.

I feel like a soldier waiting for the LST to hit beach, so I'll know my fate and I can stop waiting.

Either way, I win. Either a job, or another month of freedom.

We'll see.

Edit: Looking back on this, I realized that I just pretty much mauled the English language. Pardon the edits, and my earlier lapse. It won't happen again, I swear.

The "e" is silent in Raine

Just like how the "o" is silent. And the second "f". And rey in the context of a name is pronounced "ree," not "ray," or "reigh," or whatever else comes out of uneducated pie-holes.

Thank you. Just thought I would put that out there.



Ooo, look at me. I'm a rumbly little thunderhead, come to rain upon your little town.

Bad luck's run out with Karma's sister

I got an interview tommorrow at 1:00 p.m.

I guess it was bound to happen at some point, but I really wasn't expecting it. My portfolio is packed, the pictures are ready. I'm even bringing my camera along for some along-the-way photo opportunities.

I'm a bit nervous, but whatever. Time for phase 4 of my master plan to begin, and soon, the entire world will belong to me.

Muhahahaha.

I'm going to bed now.

Uncanny

What Your Soul Really Looks Like

You are a wanderer. You constantly long for a new adventure, challenge, or eve a completely different life. You are a very grounded, responsible, and realistic person. People may not want to hear the truth from you, but they're going to get it. You see yourself with pretty objective eyes. How you view yourself is almost exactly how other people view you. Your near future is still unknown, and a little scary. You'll get through wild times - and you'll textually enjoy it. For you, love is all about caring and comfort. You couldn't fall in love with someone you didn't trust.

Inside the Room of Your Soul

Strange how all this comes out from a few little questions, non?

I guess it has been that long

I was checking comments this morning when the fact hit me.

Today, this blog has turned two years old.

It felt like only yesterday that my blog was one, and the day before that, a random experiment in online publishing, recommended by my friend who is now an accomplished software designer and games programmer (I don't care what you say, Mike, you're still accomplished).

I guess I could say that I don't know where I'm going with this. Both this post and this blog, and that's part of the fun of it. I've managed to go for two years now just writing whatever I want off the top of my head. For the most part, it's made sense too. Mostly, anyway.

I'm tempted to go back one day, and convert this entire blog into a PDF, and then have a hard copy that I can share. Only with certain people, of course. Just like the audience I have here, not everything I write or show is particularly palletable, and I try my best to mix things up and make sure everyone has something to read and enjoy/become enraged at.

I guess, you could say, this blog is an exercise in rebuilding my creativity, and maintaining my skills as a public writer.

All I know is, as long as there is internet, and I have two hands, there will be this blog.

That is all.

Passion vs. Sleep, Round 1

I really should stop doing this. But alas, I'm still awake, and therefore that means I must share the last of my photo cache. Given how my camera is aging, the quality of my pictures has begun to decline. Therefore, I'm finding it harder and harder to find suitable replacements for my banner, but I assure you, one will come sometime in the future.


These three stumps were once trees, but all three of them were stuck by lightning, and therefore had to be cut down before some dimwit decided to investigate, and promptly find him or herself promptly smitten by charred deadwood. I just like how they act as a sort of marker for where the old Bow River pathway branch used to be, before they created a monstrous hill trail with several hairpin turns. The old trail lead to a veritable drop of doom. Go figure.


It's amazing how fast the weather changes. That's all I really have to say on this one. I just saw this huge bubbling cloud from my patio and decided to snap a picture of it. Within an hour, it had grown too large and toppled over sideways and disappeared.

Sorry, no snozzing lesbians this time.

I'm going to sleep. I sha'nt be awake for a time.

I got bored

So I took the bike out earlier today. Err, yesterday. I really should stop staying up so late, but when all you want is a bit of peace and privacy, I guess there really is no other choice than to reverse your clock to everyone else's.

The sun's coming up so I should probably get on with this.


You ever wonder if anyone sees us like we see these ants? I sometimes think so, but I'm not afraid. Just like those ants aren't afraid of me. Sure, I could stomp on them, poison them, drown them, feed them to birds, or just rip their legs off one by one, but when your life is as short as an ant's, you don't really care. You just do the best you can, come what may.


I remember as a kid, when I was bored, I'd just kind of let my mind wander. I'd completely zone out, and my eyes would just kind of blur up. The only thing that remained completely in focus was whatever was right in front of me, no matter how far away it seemed. If it was a person stupid enough to sit in front of me while I was tranced out, I'd often get scolded for staring. Really. When did people first start flattering themselves so much as to think that I'm always looking at them?


Everyone's done this, and probably many of you still do. Sit out in the grass and watch the clouds drift overhead. Some people see giraffes. Some people see bunny rabbits. Some people see the hot girl at school doing a kneeling jenny impression. Some people see the next big tornado.

I just see clouds. The bigger the cloud, the better. Rotation is nice. I like tornadoes. Not because they destroy stuff, and carry the potential to kill people, but just because they're raw atmospheric power.

Anyway, I should probably get to bed soon. I'll probably try to get out and shoot more pictures tommorrow. Who knows? I might even be able to get a new banner up on the blog. We'll see.

Angry Yet?

Damn, I look like shit after two days away from home.

Yes, I was going to write a big, long rant about all the things I'm flipping the proverbial bird to. In fact, I was so angry when I shot that picture that I even used my writing hand... that big tumerous bulb on my fuck-stick finger is a writing callus. I only flip that off when I'm particularly mad, and want to really visually offend someone.

Anyway...

Here's a big Wilfred Tango Foxtrot to those dumb shits who think I'm their lackey. I don't "help buds out." Especially not when they're pompous assholes, and definitely not when they treat me, my car, and my music, without any respect. Find your own fucking ride. Pricks.

I'd also like to put a big "Fuck you," out to those creeps that feel the need to stalk other people. He/she is not into you. Leave them the fuck alone. I mean it damnit, they don't want to have anything to do with you, no matter how clingy, whiny, or suicidal you become. If making you a corpse is the only way to shut your crazy pie-hole, allow me to expediate the process! Get some fucking help, goddamn it!

There's also some names on the top of my head who are on my "fuck you," list. You know who you are. Know also that that's not beer in your mug.

Crazy weather lately. I love the thunderstorms. I wish people who didn't like thunderstorms would fuck off and stop whining about them. After three months of solid solar tyranny, I finally get two days of storms, and all anyone can do is bitch about it. Fuck off and move to Florida.

Bunch of fair-weather cunts.

I've got a sneaking suspicion that my blog is going to get flagged for this post.
If so, somebody should record the conversations that children are having in grade school.
And then flag that.

Highway Darwinism

It's been raining for most of today, and it's supposed to continue until tommorrow. This is the first prolonged rainfall we've gotten this summer in the city, so I was pretty thrilled.

Problem is, it'll be another 48 hours before the drivers out there clue in that when it's raining, it's very helpful to have your headlights on, especially when traffic is exceeding 100 kph, and there's a lot of mist being kicked up. Oh, and it also helps when you're jumping lanes like a flea on crack. Makes me wonder some days... although not today. Today, I spent the whole trip home from north Calgary yelling "What the FUCK? Do you WANT TO DIE? Do you WANT TO BE PICKING pieces of a 20 year old car OUT of your FUCKING SKULL? FUCK!"

Yeah, I was pretty pissed on the way home, but as you can see, I made it safe and sound, and have been home, cooling my jets for the last... ohhh, 14 hours.

I'm still pissed.

People shouldn't be allowed to drive.

Scratch that, people shouldn't be allowed to walk, or to leave the house. Especially not if they're going to the mall, and definitely not if they can't hear their left blinker clicking.

Durrrrrr...

Classic Overachiever II

I'm past waiting for a call back from Stony. I've sent my next batch of applications out, starting with Irricana tonight, and possibly Brooks or Drumheller tommorrow. The downsides to working in these towns: I don't know anybody there, and not a lot happens. The upside: lots of roads. Lots of roads means lots of driving, and lots of driving means not a lot of talking. Lots of roads also means there are a lot of places to go, places that might make for a good photo. You never know.

Okay, I'm done being optimistic.

A friend of mine left me a message today. She wondered where I was and if I was even still alive. Strange, I've never left and people are wondering where I've gone.

Strange places, yes indeed.

I keep telling myself I'm going to get out and buy some stuff tommorrow. And then tommorrow becomes today, and all I want to do is sit around and do nothing. Lecture in futility aaaaad nausea. Why do anything when it will all be for naught?

Somebody probably would've written a book on it if everyone wasn't already sick of hearing it before they read it. Hell, people wouldn't even bother reading simply because it would be for naught.

You don't need to understand the principles for doing nothing. It's a double negative.

Classic Overachiever

I haven't heard anything back from any of my applications yet. Of course, the solution to this problem is to simply throw out more applications to more distant locations. I don't particularly like the thought of working for some paper in a town out in the boonies somewhere, I'd be a million miles away from everyone I want to be close to, and I wouldn't have internet. If there's a one-way ticket to fade away from the reality of others, moving to strange location a million miles from anywhere would be it.

That's not to say that small towns are boring, or that I wouldn't meet new people. Quite the contrary, but I'm going to go out on a limb of the asshole tree here and say that maybe I don't want to meet new people. Maybe I'm tired of having the distinct pleasure of meeting people who are riding so high on their horse that they look down and see me crawling beneath the feet of insects. Maybe I'm tired of meeting people who look at the fact that I'm a guy and look no further. Maybe I'm tired of meeting drunkards and fools, and I crave nothing but intellect which I've been largely deprived from in my waking and walking hours. I seek people of density and worldly knowledge, rather than specialty and trite pop-culture.

I like making life better for people. But I don't appreciate when the same people I'm helping are making their life so much worse by being ignorant and self-absorbed.

Or perhaps, as the saying goes... ignorance is bliss.

Two more reviews to go, and then you can expect more Nintopia content in your inbox, D.

Until then, adieu, and may all your reality not sour from the truth.