Are you there employment? It's me, Putz.*

I think I might be invisible, and I'm not even a minority or a woman. So I've been waiting around for over a week now for several prospective employers to get back to me regarding work. There is something going on here besides the polite blowoff, flake out, I think. It's not like my resume doesn't carry some weight. I have had several interviews with a couple of theses organizations, and despite their assurances that I would have an answer last week, here I am going stir crazy still waiting. I want to start my effing Xmas vacay, but I don't feel I can leave town until I hear from someone in the event they might want to meet again. I'm even being ignored by the temp agency I went to, and the corporate toy company that has an instore stage musical to sell their product, ugh. Oh, and it's not just employers that have forgotten about me, it's the postal service too. No, not the band, we are as close as ever. The U.S. postal service, my christmas present from Alley should have arrived last week as well, and I'm totally paranoid it got lost in the mail and I'll have to go without the totally sassy vintage ski mask she bought me. Without it I'll freeze my poor wee face in the wilds of Appalachia or along the colonnade streets of Georgetown during my holiday from unemployment. Maybe the holidays are a bad time to be job hunting, perhaps I should be stalking these employers. Any suggestions?

*Do I even need to mention the reference?

Friday Random Ten Fifteen

Everyone else does it, obviously the perfect reason for me to do it. Also it will show all 3 of you how 'cool' I am. Seeing as how I'm destined for perpetual unemployment I might as well start filling my day with blogging. I really feel like I should be accomplishing amazing things with all this spare time. It only takes so much of the day to clean the house, do dishes, and send out a few resumes. The only reason I have for leaving the house is to go to the postoffice to mail some trinket I've sold on Ebay or to the grocers for Alley's dinner. But back to the point of being unproductive; I have found one decent excuse for my unproductive state, poverty. It costs money to accomplish stuff. However, photoshop and google are free. It's like an adult coloring book where you get carpal tunnel from repetive key strokes.




1. Led Zeppelin - Black Mountain Side
2. Beck - Nobody's Fault But My Own
3. Ratatat - Spanish Armada
4. The Cure - Birdmad Girl
5. The Ramones - Judy is a Punk
6. Pearl Jam & Cypress Hill - Real Thing (from the Judgment Night Soundtrack)
7. Guns N' Roses - My Michelle
8. Massive Attack - Any Love
9. Faith No More & Boo-Yaa T.R.I.B.E. - Another Body Murdered (Judgment Night Soundtrack)
10. Hank Williams - Baby, We're Really in Love
11. Marilyn Manson - The Dope Show
12. Elliot Smith - Tomorrow Tomorrow
13. Pete Townshend - Greyhound Girl
14. Tones on Tail - Movement of Fear
15. Pixies - Letter to Memphis

*bonus. Seventeen - The Sex Pistols (because I am a LAZY SOD)

Holidays, The Internet, and Poverty

*photo by Alley Rat



In an attempt at something the capitalists call synergy I'm going to try and make this blog benneficial to my wallet, your sense of genneroisty, and the overall good of the economy. I've added buttons for donations to my pay pal account and, incase you don't like giving cash to bums cuz you know they spend it on hookers and blow, my Amazon wishlist. It'll make all of us feel a little bit better.

Do it for the children that I will never have.

I *long pause* heart *long pause* Pinter

If you haven't read Pinter's Nobel acceptance speech, I highly recomend that you do. Here is a small sample of his critique of US foreign policy, which was the focus of the speech.

Everyone knows what happened in the Soviet Union and throughout Eastern Europe during the post-war period: the systematic brutality, the widespread atrocities, the ruthless suppression of independent thought. All this has been fully documented and verified.

But my contention here is that the US crimes in the same period have only been superficially recorded, let alone documented, let alone acknowledged, let alone recognised as crimes at all. I believe this must be addressed and that the truth has considerable bearing on where the world stands now. Although constrained, to a certain extent, by the existence of the Soviet Union, the United States' actions throughout the world made it clear that it had concluded it had carte blanche to do what it liked.

He continues later, and perhaps most accurately and damning.

It never happened. Nothing ever happened. Even while it was happening it wasn't happening. It didn't matter. It was of no interest. The crimes of the United States have been systematic, constant, vicious, remorseless, but very few people have actually talked about them. You have to hand it to America. It has exercised a quite clinical manipulation of power worldwide while masquerading as a force for universal good. It's a brilliant, even witty, highly successful act of hypnosis.

As an American you wish it wasn't true, but it is, and W. is doing his part to continue this long standing American tradition.

I put to you that the United States is without doubt the greatest show on the road. Brutal, indifferent, scornful and ruthless it may be but it is also very clever. As a salesman it is out on its own and its most saleable commodity is self love. It's a winner. Listen to all American presidents on television say the words, 'the American people', as in the sentence, 'I say to the American people it is time to pray and to defend the rights of the American people and I ask the American people to trust their president in the action he is about to take on behalf of the American people.'

Spoken like a true man of the theatre.

*sigh*

I hope someone reads this.

THIS IS HOT, RIGHT?

If you haven't heard about about Prussian Blue over at Alley's blog let me be the first to show how parents can warp the little minds of their children. Check out this article about the girls and their parents. Sadly the article does little to tell us were they got those cute matching t-shirts.

GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF THIS CITY

How I long for public trans... It's fucking Saturday afternoon, and I just spent an hour in traffic like it was five o'clock rush hour on friday. UGH.

Its' not stipping if they don't take their clothes off, right?

So one of my roommates is an 'exotic dancer', you can't really call her a stripper since there is a law in Hollywood, yes Hollywood of all places, that the dancers in strip clubs can't take their tops offf. Now how silly is that? I have more to say, and there is a reason for this post but I have to run.. I've got a meeting darling.

Word verification is a bitch when you're drunk

There I said it. It's all squiggly and there are q's next to p's... ugh.. I just want to be a witty smartass and be on my way.