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Step into the light, until we meet again.

It’s been a busy week.  I’ve been pretty busy most of the day each day.  I haven’t gotten much of a chance to do much besides work of some sort, but Sunday I was able to see the Tim and Eric Awesome Show, Great Job! Awesome tour 2009.  I had never been to the Royal Oak Music Theater, and it was a pretty good show.  They came out and did skits, and showed clips of the new season that starts on February 8th or 9th.  In between skits and clips, James Quall, David Liebe Hart and Jason (Salame!) performed.  It was a pretty good show, and a fun night out.

Monday through today has been work.  I’m looking forward to the weekend, and I’m taking Monday off as a mental health day.  Plus I think I’m going to use the Super Bowl as an excuse to get totally wasted and make an ass of myself playing rockband.

I want to find a car charger that I can hook up to a microUSB port that I can connect my Blackberry to that will also output the audio.  I don’t think I’m going to find that.

I have enjoyed one thing this week, and that’s Lost.  So far I think this season has been great, and even if they aren’t answering a lot of questions, I feel like I’m finding out more.  It’s a weird feeling to follow a show for 4 seasons and not really know what the hell is going on, and then finally getting some answers in the 5th season – or at least seeing how the pieces of the puzzle are starting to fall into place.

Thanks for opportunity at an interview!

So, I have to know something. Has it become popular to say “Oh, I haven’t seen *insert popular movie here*”? Especially when the movie has been hammered into popular culture and has had 2 sequels.

A guy at work must be here for an interview and he was sitting across the wall wearing his slacks, dress shirt and a black tie with green numbers, letters and symbols that appear to be dripping down his tie. A Matrix tie… Someone asked him “Is that a Matrix tie?”. He responds with “Oh, is it? I haven’t seen that movie, I just saw the tie and put it on. I hate wearing ties.”

Maybe you haven’t seen the movie, that’s possible. I’m sure that out of the 6 billion people on this planet, there are a few that haven’t seen The Matrix. Add the difficulty factor of being in your mid to late 20’s and being male. Most males in that age range have the proclivity of watching action films, so I find it hard to believe that this guy hadn’t seen The Matrix.

Let’s suspend belief for a moment and say this guy hasn’t seen the movie. This brings me to my second question… Why would you wear a themed tie to an interview? Do you rummage through your trailer before going to your interview and find a theme tie sitting under a pile of garbage and decide to put that on? Would you wear a looney tunes tie to an interview? I wouldn’t, no one would take me seriously. I would probably be literally laughed out of an interview. I think it would be a better idea to wrap a black garbage bag around your neck than to wear something like that to an interview. Go tear some of the copper wire and tubing out of your trailer and trade it in for a few buck so you can go to Dollar General and buy a semi-respectable tie. FUCK.

I’ve decided that for my next interview, I’m going to wear a Dragon Ball Z button up shirt with Goku transforming into “Super Saiyan” mode, paired with an American Flag tie, held all together with some Cincinnati Bengals Zubaz brand Zubaz pants and Pink Crocs.

Hey, I want to look my best on my interview.

Why not?
Why not?

A new philosophy

I’ve developed a new philosophy- “Ask a stupid question, and you get a stupid answer.”

I’m sick of trying to decipher riddles when people ask me questions.  If you want to know the answer to something, ask a direct question.  If you can’t formulate your thoughts into english that I can understand, give me an example.  If you aren’t getting the answer that you’re looking for, maybe you’re asking the wrong question.

I had a dream before I fell asleep last night.  I went to lay down and before I fell asleep, I was somewhere else for a few seconds.  When I opened my eyes, I was back in my bed.  I can’t remember where I went but it wasn’t home.