Thursday, February 22, 2007

Fantasticness on the work front:

Apparently, an executive with whom I had a casual conversation with months ago about my goals and interests in the industry has taken it upon herself to tell everyone that I am not staying in my job and I don't want to be doing what I'm doing. As a result, it looks like I'm not committed to my job.



They should teach a class in how to defend yourself from a two-faced backstabber. It should be a required course in all film schools.

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Life Improvement 2007 Status Report:


Good:

Fixing my own car.

Going on a cruise (YAAAAAYYYYYY!)

Organizing my bills and receipts

Car shopping!

Dawn Moeller coming to visit - haven't seen her since 1995!

7 weeks - No Problem!

401K - Opened!

Savings - Got some!

Bad:

Stupid Useless Extraneous internal organs that get fucked up and need to be removed.

Car shopping! (Hey - did you know cars are friggin expensive??)

Rent Increase

Job stupidness (why do the people in the really high positions with the biggest paychecks seem to be the least able to think with common sense?)


So far, so good!

Monday, February 12, 2007

Myspace...

The final frontier where the English language has officially been killed.

Perhaps it's because I'm older than the great majority of users. Or that I'm not in high school. Or just that I'm not a moron. But are teenagers SO friggin busy these days that they need to remove the extraneous capitalization and punctuation that plague our native tongue?

Case in point: Copied directly from

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Now, ignoring the content of the paragraph, I'd just like to address the lack of apostrophes. I am = im. Instant Messenger=IM. Capice? No, me neither. I'm also not sure about the concept of the mixed cases on Myspace. What are mixed cases, you ask? WeLl, It'S WhEn PeoPLE toSs RaNDoM cApiTALizaTiOn iNTo tHeIR WRitiNG. Okay, perhaps it's some sort of secret code, a cipher that when deciphered, reveals that these kids are composing Shakespeare and Proust-level materials. Or they're just dumb. I'm going with that.