Popular Demand

Back by popular demand. Back because as I search for a job, I once again have stupid shit to say.

Today I put one toe back in the rat race. And the rats gnawed off my toe. And the rats sucked my soul out through the hole in my foot like marrow - soul marrow. It happened in less than one hour.

To mixed reviews, I grew a mustache. The Greatest Generation liked it. People who kissed my face didn't. Truckers liked it and some were jealous. Drummers liked it and there was a spirit of shared struggle. People with ties said I didn't look professional enough with the stache. But I liked it. Figured, what I'd do is compromise and just keep half of it. Couldn't decide if I liked the left side or right side better so I opted for the mid section.

I went to a job interview, but I didn't get the job. I knew I should have stood my ground.

[I always said I would not post pictures of myself on this site so as to maintain my anonymity, but what the hell, no one ever heard me say it. Beside, the black bar conceals my identity.]

podcast

I have a friend with a podcast. When I'm bored, I listen to back issues and talk to the computer. I feel like I'm hanging out with them and as with all my friends, I just do most of the talking. It is so nice to talk to Harry and Ziva. I miss them.

Time passes

Has anyone read the Fountainhead? Do you want to form an Ayn Rand society with me? We can talk about selfishness and how it benefits society, no! how it benefits individuals and later, all mankind.

I have a friend who abandoned his blog. Now he's a journalist.