2 Days In The Valley

What a weekend. Friday I applied at a few places then went to the beach and read Dostoevsky till the sun went down; it was beautiful. Saturday I helped a friend help a friend move. It was a day of hard labor, bad puns, and woman like guilt trips. I then watched Critters, and went to bed. Sunday I slept in, cleaned up the house, and then logged several hours of simulated space combat.

Eventful enough I suppose. I did get a weird hat as you can see, and a really neat old record player/radio combo as well as an old 1950’s RCA radio. Other than that nothing all that special happened. Still mentally blocked on the recording front, but I know something will come along that will jar me out of it.


I also got a job offer this morning. I don’t hold up much hope. The woman on the other end described it as “creating portfolios” for AT&T with a “negotiable benefits package". Beyond that she wouldn’t say more. If I have my bull crapology correct “creating portfolios” should mean “cold calling business and residents to solicit services” and “negotiable benefits package” to mean “commission only”. Maybe I’m wrong, but the fact that they have to con me into going in for an interview never speaks well of a company. Not to mention the office appears to be in a suite which means hole in the wall.

Hopefully one of the jobs I actually want will call be back. Tomorrow I’ll make a second attempt at applying at TAG. Apparently there web site doesn’t like FireFox, and the version of Internet Explorer I was using at the time. A little technically deficient for a tech service company, no? Still what’s it matter? We’re all going to die of pig fever soon enough!


I was out at one of my favorite food dispensing establishments, and for the duration of the entire meal both Tvs had non stop calamity and destruction scrolling, glaring, and pouncing at my face. I’ll put this one of the shelf with Legionnaires, Ebola, The West Nile Virus, Mad Cow Disease, SARS, African Killer Bees, The Bird Flu, and what ever else they come up with about every 4 years to scare the pants off of people and sell advertising. Bet you don’t even remember half that list. That’s what TV does to you. It’s always a hand full of people get sick, maybe one person dies, and all the dooms day nonsense turns out be flat out lies.

Good news though if you have a Netflix account and happen to have some of the same sensibilities as me. All four seasons of Dragnet 67 as well as all 7 seasons of Adam-12 are on there to watch instantly from your computer. I am as happy as a clam! Well off to have some beers, and simulate some more space combat. But first let’s rock to some traditional Irish folk music!