Well today has been one of the more productive days as of late.
A 30 minute walk along the beach to get a mediocre haircut followed by lunch outside, and then a cover letter and resume were sent off.
I'm a bit uncertain that anything will pan out as a result, for when I phoned the office this morning to try to get more information about who would be reading my letter (thereby informing me of whom to address and follow up with) I got this answer from the receptionist:
"Just fax it to me, er.. well the fax number.. and I'll make sure it gets to the right person. Actually, I don't know who posted that job so..mm... I don't really know who gets it yet, but fax it to the me. I sit right next to the fax machine."
So yeah. I should be all set. This time next week I could be gainfully employed if that receptionist finds out who to give my letter to. Um, yeah.
[Actually, I better not be, since that would totally clash with my birthday plans to go to the desert.]
Wednesday, March 22
Monday, March 20
bIRTHDAY tEETH
"Since it iiiis a deep tissue cleaning, we're going to have to schedule you 2 appointments: first the left-side upper & lower, followed by a separate appointment for the right-side."
My head reels as I look down to the chart open between this woman and me. Wouldn't my mouth feel weird in the interim between having the first side cleaned & the second? On the chart there were 2 very dark multi-scratched Xs over two particular teeth in the back. The phrase 'deep tissue' and what that meant teethwise had tricked me up. (I know in massage speak that shit hurts days after and actually left me bruised in one instance.) Apparently my mouth is in such horrendous shape that before we can even get to any "reparative" work, I've got to have 2 separate deep tissue cleanings for the left and right side of my mouth. Then - and only then - can we embark on what the dentist clinically referred to as"getting things back together in there".
After that, I'm getting 2 teeth replaced with crowns.
And it sounds really unpleasant. I'm bummed. I'll go over the finer points here and now for you.
First, they "grind" the offending tooth/teeth down to like a little stick or grain of rice. Then they put a temporary "crown" (hello euphamism, how about "torture-stump cap") on the stick/rice tooth and I wait 2 weeks for them to create the final tooth "in a lab". No joke. At this point I seriously all but checked out unconscious right there, but held it together by scanning the reception counter for the bowl of dum-dums (like at my dermatologist's none here at the dentist, duh) and clamped onto the reception desk to stay standing. I assume I was told what happens with the FrankenTooth from the lab and my rice tooth stump, how they are chemcially fused..no amalged together, but I don't recall that information. We'll cross that bridge (haha, bridge, get it?) when we come to it, won't we?
Suffice to say, I am freaking out at the thought of having my natural teeth ground down for fakes. I feel old. Not like mid life old, but like decrepit, indigent old. And this all on the cusp of my 35th birthday. (I swear, I probably look like a young 29.)
It literally, is like a nightmare. Well, except it's day and I'm not asleep, but the teeth torture part.
Oh and a word of advice -- don't ever Google-image (nice verb) a dental procedure you are scheduled to undergo.
My head reels as I look down to the chart open between this woman and me. Wouldn't my mouth feel weird in the interim between having the first side cleaned & the second? On the chart there were 2 very dark multi-scratched Xs over two particular teeth in the back. The phrase 'deep tissue' and what that meant teethwise had tricked me up. (I know in massage speak that shit hurts days after and actually left me bruised in one instance.) Apparently my mouth is in such horrendous shape that before we can even get to any "reparative" work, I've got to have 2 separate deep tissue cleanings for the left and right side of my mouth. Then - and only then - can we embark on what the dentist clinically referred to as"getting things back together in there".
After that, I'm getting 2 teeth replaced with crowns.
And it sounds really unpleasant. I'm bummed. I'll go over the finer points here and now for you.
First, they "grind" the offending tooth/teeth down to like a little stick or grain of rice. Then they put a temporary "crown" (hello euphamism, how about "torture-stump cap") on the stick/rice tooth and I wait 2 weeks for them to create the final tooth "in a lab". No joke. At this point I seriously all but checked out unconscious right there, but held it together by scanning the reception counter for the bowl of dum-dums (like at my dermatologist's none here at the dentist, duh) and clamped onto the reception desk to stay standing. I assume I was told what happens with the FrankenTooth from the lab and my rice tooth stump, how they are chemcially fused..no amalged together, but I don't recall that information. We'll cross that bridge (haha, bridge, get it?) when we come to it, won't we?
Suffice to say, I am freaking out at the thought of having my natural teeth ground down for fakes. I feel old. Not like mid life old, but like decrepit, indigent old. And this all on the cusp of my 35th birthday. (I swear, I probably look like a young 29.)
It literally, is like a nightmare. Well, except it's day and I'm not asleep, but the teeth torture part.
Oh and a word of advice -- don't ever Google-image (nice verb) a dental procedure you are scheduled to undergo.
Marketing Weirdness - Halitosis for the Hip?
Ugh, Hello My Name Is
Dear Dreaded Introduction letter [a.k.a The Request for an Information Interview Letter].
My name is obviously the one that my email address indicates at the top of this letter, and my enclosed resume will feature anything that may grab your attention long enough to even care what I'm writing, so I'll get right to the point. I came across your firm while half-assedly searching the web under the keywords "jobs" "local area" "multimedia". The other tabs open in my browser while I was loading your page in the background were Gawker, the New York Times, Gmail, and Gizmodo.
I have a graduate degree from a semi-unknown program at an impressive institution in an ill-named field with a vague description. My work experience is impressive as well -- I've worked in Japan, then in NYC for a foreign government, and also at previously mentioned impressive institution in a very geeky technical graphics lab, but that too can be culled from the enclosed resume.
I've moved from NYC to SoCal and know nothing about the industry here while having absolutely no connections. For that reason, I'm trying to find out more. Your firm appears to be as off the beaten path as my skills and history are, making us a great match! I'll refer you to a web link that will show a video of one of my more recent projects. It will probably confuse or repel you, so feel free to contact me for more information.
Oh, and if I haven't been clear up until now, I'll ask you straight out - would you or one of your colleagues be willing and/or able (I'll take 1) to meet with me and talk about what you do and how a candidate like me might be able to gain entry to the field?
I probably won't follow up with this because my low self esteem will bring me to believe that if I were worth it, you'd contact me, but I'll say that I will anyway. Hopefully, the threat of being contacted by a stranger will compel you to take the proactive step of shutting me down first.
I look forward to hearing from you and genuinely appreciate your time in this matter.
Have a nice day.
Best Regards,
Ctrl-freak
My name is obviously the one that my email address indicates at the top of this letter, and my enclosed resume will feature anything that may grab your attention long enough to even care what I'm writing, so I'll get right to the point. I came across your firm while half-assedly searching the web under the keywords "jobs" "local area" "multimedia". The other tabs open in my browser while I was loading your page in the background were Gawker, the New York Times, Gmail, and Gizmodo.
I have a graduate degree from a semi-unknown program at an impressive institution in an ill-named field with a vague description. My work experience is impressive as well -- I've worked in Japan, then in NYC for a foreign government, and also at previously mentioned impressive institution in a very geeky technical graphics lab, but that too can be culled from the enclosed resume.
I've moved from NYC to SoCal and know nothing about the industry here while having absolutely no connections. For that reason, I'm trying to find out more. Your firm appears to be as off the beaten path as my skills and history are, making us a great match! I'll refer you to a web link that will show a video of one of my more recent projects. It will probably confuse or repel you, so feel free to contact me for more information.
Oh, and if I haven't been clear up until now, I'll ask you straight out - would you or one of your colleagues be willing and/or able (I'll take 1) to meet with me and talk about what you do and how a candidate like me might be able to gain entry to the field?
I probably won't follow up with this because my low self esteem will bring me to believe that if I were worth it, you'd contact me, but I'll say that I will anyway. Hopefully, the threat of being contacted by a stranger will compel you to take the proactive step of shutting me down first.
I look forward to hearing from you and genuinely appreciate your time in this matter.
Have a nice day.
Best Regards,
Ctrl-freak
Thursday, March 16
Useful, Clever Design
This shelf, called '72 degrees'* contains a hidden under compartment for hiding things.
It can only be opened with a ring/key that the owner wears.
I want one.
* Haha, more cleverness on the designers' part - 72 degrees is the angle of the average (?) erection and the degree to which the under-compartment opens.
It can only be opened with a ring/key that the owner wears.
I want one.
* Haha, more cleverness on the designers' part - 72 degrees is the angle of the average (?) erection and the degree to which the under-compartment opens.
Proof That The Universe is Fair
Hahahaha, this is hysterical. Britney Spears got 'poked' with a hyperdermic needle when she was walking around a parking lot barefoot. [The Superficial]Stupid cow can't even contract an infectious disease the way a true rockstar would.
Warm Weather & All It Brings
Aah, the warmth has returned to southern coastal California (and just in time too, it's been like below 60 for the past three days) and with it a renewed sense of optimism.
I've renewed my commitments to exercise regularly and I am HELL BENT on finally quitting smoking cigarettes once and for all as my midlife birthday approaches.
In other news, with Project Runway done for the season, I guess I'll go back to reading books and watching movies.
Whoa, wait, what's with all the intersex/trans going on in the above?
And can someone please explain to my why I am no longer able to include images in my posts? I know it's cause the blogger software sucks but I'm looking for more specific information.
I've renewed my commitments to exercise regularly and I am HELL BENT on finally quitting smoking cigarettes once and for all as my midlife birthday approaches.
In other news, with Project Runway done for the season, I guess I'll go back to reading books and watching movies.
Whoa, wait, what's with all the intersex/trans going on in the above?
And can someone please explain to my why I am no longer able to include images in my posts? I know it's cause the blogger software sucks but I'm looking for more specific information.
Tuesday, March 14
Yeah, Um I Definitely Don't Need This
An application that
"...Reminds you at regular intervals, to, well, take some time out from your computing"This PC user doesn't have that problem.
Thursday, March 9
I'd Like to Speak to the Manger of your Pubic Relations Department
Are you a detail oriented person?
You're not if you didn't notice the punctuation mistake in that sentence or the two most common spelling errors on resumes in the title..
HAHA GOTCHA!
You see, I am a detail-oriented individual. So much so, that I had to consult references to learn the difference between 'analytic' & 'analytical' (none for my purposes) and when to use a hyphen for compound adjectives (when the noun they modify follows).
Writing unsolicited formal business letters sort of sucks.
But the learning never ends here, y'alls.
Snacktime.
You're not if you didn't notice the punctuation mistake in that sentence or the two most common spelling errors on resumes in the title..
HAHA GOTCHA!
You see, I am a detail-oriented individual. So much so, that I had to consult references to learn the difference between 'analytic' & 'analytical' (none for my purposes) and when to use a hyphen for compound adjectives (when the noun they modify follows).
Writing unsolicited formal business letters sort of sucks.
But the learning never ends here, y'alls.
Snacktime.
Wednesday, March 8
Been a little pessimistic here at HQ
So, once again, I present some internets morsels that won't bring you down.
That's enough for now.
Geisha Asobi blog - completely 'Japanese' in it's commendable efforts; weird, random links to cute or disturbing things.
- Overheard in NY - and why I love my gays
- When craft goes awry - DIY automobile registration [Tote Bags & Fanny Packs via Boing Boing]
Pac-Man LEDs on bicycle wheels. [via ladyyada's ranting]
That's enough for now.
Agent Noneck, can you help our Faith Based Organization with this weekend's Bake Sale (pending approval by the Dept. of Homeland Security, of course)?
Hahaha..
Worst. Oscars. Ever.
Seriously, it was a crash and burn in my book. Get it? Crash?! Haha.
Wait -- wrong post, I meant
Worst. President. Ever.
And that's not my opinion, friend, that the vox populii, yo!
Jesus, can I get some of what the 40%-who-do-approve group is smoking? (For my glaucoma. Really.) That is some seriously enviable denial. I may go so far as to accuse those 40% of disassociating with reality, but I can't really say I blame them at this point. It's an understandable escape.
Anywaaaay, what has our little 'leader' [cue trace amounts of vomit into mouth] gone and done now? It seems he's calling for the Department of Homeland Security to coordinate the expansion of faith-based organizations. (Yes, that's newspeak for religion.)
I can't think of a better governmental body to be involved with the expansion of religious-based groups in this country than the Dept. of Homeland Security.
Let's not paraphrase, let's go right to the source
[cue trumpets]
Jesus! Er..um, I mean..Symbolic Leader of a Faith-based Organization!
I'm going to go overdose on Cute Overload! now.
Well, Johnny, these used to be completely different streets.
They used to have a pretty decent divider between them.
After the president came, he sort of bulldozed it into one huge highway..And yes, those potholes are a bitch, Johnny.
Keep running. They may catch us.
Worst. Oscars. Ever.
Seriously, it was a crash and burn in my book. Get it? Crash?! Haha.
Wait -- wrong post, I meant
Worst. President. Ever.
And that's not my opinion, friend, that the vox populii, yo!
Jesus, can I get some of what the 40%-who-do-approve group is smoking? (For my glaucoma. Really.) That is some seriously enviable denial. I may go so far as to accuse those 40% of disassociating with reality, but I can't really say I blame them at this point. It's an understandable escape.
Anywaaaay, what has our little 'leader' [cue trace amounts of vomit into mouth] gone and done now? It seems he's calling for the Department of Homeland Security to coordinate the expansion of faith-based organizations. (Yes, that's newspeak for religion.)
I can't think of a better governmental body to be involved with the expansion of religious-based groups in this country than the Dept. of Homeland Security.
Let's not paraphrase, let's go right to the source
[cue trumpets]
Blah blah blah blah Christianity state religion Blah blah blah everyone else go fuck off blah blah blah and we will be monitoring your activities blah blah blah and don't even think about it blah blah blah cause we'll haul your suspicious ass in and keep you for questioning blah blah blah until you are forgotten and rot away. Blah blah blah.By the authority vested in me as President by the Constitution and the laws of the United States of America, and in order to help the Federal Government coordinate a national effort to expand opportunities for faith-based and other community organizations and to strengthen their capacity to better meet America's social and community needs, it is hereby ordered as follows:
Jesus! Er..um, I mean..Symbolic Leader of a Faith-based Organization!
I'm going to go overdose on Cute Overload! now.
Well, Johnny, these used to be completely different streets.They used to have a pretty decent divider between them.
After the president came, he sort of bulldozed it into one huge highway..And yes, those potholes are a bitch, Johnny.
Keep running. They may catch us.
-from the ongoing imaginary dialogue I have with my newborn nephew once he's grown up.
Sunday, March 5
Damn
Pat Tillman, former professional football player, was shot to death by fellow soldiers in Afghanistan in what previous Army reviews had concluded was an accidental shooting.
Friday, March 3
Great Design
I love it when someone puts something out that is useful, innovative, & somewhat common sense-driven.
This is one of those things. As often, Boing Boing is the source.
This is one of those things. As often, Boing Boing is the source.
Thursday, March 2
Sorry
I'm sorry that this video is so appropriate & I'm sorry that it's probably been sent around/posted on every site you've already hit today.
But I'm also sorry about the sad state of affairs re: our 'leader' & the fact that public American political discourse these days is often reduced to viral montage videos with catchy soundtracks and stark contrasting images.
Ooh, lookit me, all uppity this morning.
I'll chill.
