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New Age Theory For Opportunists
June 7, 2002
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So we're doing THIS again?
Yep, further continuity. Blue's continuing pursuit to buy the mythical PS2 (one that mirrors my own, I might add) advances yet another stage. Now, don't everybody get all weirded-out thinking that she's some kind of loony (well, at least not all new-age or something, no offense to those who are) (New age I mean) (also loony, too, I *guess*): she just thinks she can read a person right away, which, as I think one can guess from B from right off the bat, isn't the most accurate assumption. But nay, I say too much. Please for to stay tuned about what might happen next ::wink::
Well, it took more than a little bit of work - which was pretty much for naught, as a fortunate fluke and Skrat's brother's company needing aid negated all the earlier shit I filled out and handed in - but not only myself but ALSO Web Guy Josiah are now employed, even working diagonally across from each other no less. It's not the most wonderful happy job I've ever had (as I'm not a gigantic fan of phone-related jobs), but eh, it's money in the bank ($9 an HOUR to be precise, yay and stuff) and I am NOT a telemarketer ::big grin::
You know, I swear to God, I'd sell my blood before I did anything like telemarketing, especially because upwards of seven are calling my house a DAY. Annoying as hell. Sure, I try to be polite, it's people earning a living (and now I *know* how shitty it is spending 8 hours a day on the phone), but I also want to be free of their company as quickly as possible, no offense. I wish the statement "I'm a broke-ass college student" carried the same weight with them as it does with everyone else (i.e. as in "by 'broke' I don't mean 'I only have about $400 in the bank,' it means 'maybe if I can find a buck-fifty in change secreted away in the couch so I can EAT tomorrow'." Like that), but evidently those in charge of these poor people live on the planet Weebo and decide that the best way to get someone to buy something is to annoy the FUCK out of them, and thus their callers seem like the super bad guy. Hey man, I dig that you're just doing your job, but can you just take me off your list? I mean, you couldn't get cash out of me if you put me in a grape press and had dozens of unwashed French peasants stomp me into some weird kind of freaky blond wine. Honest.
So, you know, those dreams you get? With like, when your TEETH start falling out for no reason at all? I fucking HATE those. You know? Thought that needed to be confirmed. But anyway.
I'm not kidding about needing your feedback: you wanna change something in the Blue site design, hell, let us have it. I can't guarantee much, but hey, we'll do what we can. Just don't be afraid to let us know. And hey, while you're at it, wanna send some fan art my way? You have NO IDEA how much I love looking at other people's drawings and reading their e-mails... it's one of those ways I manage to alleviate my crushing insignificance in this world. Tasty!
Did I mention that I finished Michael Chabon's "The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay"? 'Cause I did. GREAT book. Lovely as it is, "Cryptonomicon" is gonna hafta wait until my first paycheck (so I can BUY it), but George R. Martin's "Game of Thrones" is filling it's place rather nicely. I caught names in it that sounded like Lancaster (Lannister) and York (Stark) and already there's a bastard child and a deformed dwarf and talk of a murder, and oh hell, but that does put the Shakespeare Detectors in my brain of Full Fricking' Red Alert. Think about it! You've already got the plot of many of the history plays RIGHT THERE with the conflict within the houses, Richard III with the dwarf, and Edmund from King Lear with the bastard son. Woo doggies. And even if this all goes in a direction that is decidedly un-Shakespearean, I think I'll be happy all the same. But hey, the book's like 700-some-pages and I'm on like *63*, so we'll see how things go. Stick with me, folks, I've got your summer reading material RIGHT HERE.
Sneh... thank GOD tomorrow is Friday. Well, technically today. Oh, hell. I gonna quit with the rant and go play Diablo II Expansion now - less talky more thwompy. Or words to that effect. You all take care now, you hear?
It's like dynamite,
Annie "Blue" VM
What'cha gonna do, little buckaroo
-Hey you better ask her nice
- Seatbelts
"Ask DNA" (from the Cowboy Bebop: Knockin' on Heaven's Door movie soundtrack)
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