Archive for July, 2009

Random Question in Ever-So-Slightly Uncomfortable Pseudo-Social Work Situation:

Wednesday, July 29th, 2009

“So. You commute, huh? What do you do on the train?” Far Better Answers Than The One Actually Given: “I make voodoo dolls out of empty Pepsi cans.” “I systematically skin the seats to make myself a warm winter coat.” “I perform Satanic rituals with a black sweatshirt, a Bic lighter, and an indomitable will.” [...]

How Plagiarism Can Lead to Gainful Employment. Or, How Wasting Time on Twitter Got Me a Job.

Sunday, July 26th, 2009

I quit my job on Friday. This announcement was heralded by the dulcet strains of a celestial choir and followed by a parade of liveried, baton-twirling orangutans. I wasn’t looking for a new job. Getting a new job wasn’t even a speck of shimmering dust on my personal event horizon. I wasn’t sending out carefully [...]

RIP Yuppie Technology

Monday, July 20th, 2009

Irrefutable proof of a healthy mental state: After dropping my almost brand-new iPhone on the concrete floor of the grocery store and shattering the glass face, instead of completely losing my shit, I just mumble “Huh. Bummer.” Then I turn it over, gently poke it, and think “There’s a blog post that just wrote itself.” [...]

Turns Out, I Need My Skeleton

Wednesday, July 15th, 2009

I almost walked home with a needle sticking out of the top of my head last night. The acupuncturist caught it before I walked out the door, which is something of a bummer because my newfound antenna would’ve provided a perfect opportunity to perform my Yip Yip monster impression for strangers on the street. Something I think we [...]

Roy Will Just Have To Make Do With Less Dust

Sunday, July 12th, 2009

If you ever want to experience the warm, tingly sensation of smug self-satisfaction, spend a day vanquishing EVERY SPECK OF DUST from your immediate environment. Seriously, it’s better than Nathan Fillion standing on your doorstep with a bottle of tequila and a glint in his eye. (Uh, not that I know from experience. SADLY.) My [...]

Intrigue and Questionable Chicken

Thursday, July 9th, 2009

Turns out, the key to my sanity is fast food chicken. Before you flee what appears to be another dull post about Eating Habits and Dear God, I Hope She Doesn’t Mention the Spreadsheets Again, I want to say this: If you have inexplicable mood swings, weird bouts of depression that suddenly vanish, self-esteem issues that make [...]

Too Bad I Can’t Eat Cheesecake Any More

Thursday, July 2nd, 2009

A few clarifications about that indulgently introspective post below: As a big fan of using every single tool in the arsenal, I will be trying anything that might help – medication, therapy, acupuncture, voodoo. That said, I want to adjust my mindset away from BIG SCARY THING THAT I MUST NOW DEAL WITH (which is [...]