Dead Aim

As one of my favorite bloggers once said, "I am not feeling particularly bloggerish lately."

You would think that being unemployed would make me feel a bit more bloggerly, but it has been quite the opposite. I just haven't felt like writing or being creative. I suppose it's a combination of spending a lot of my time networking, "doing lunch," job hunting, going to movies and being a bit anxious about not working. It's funny how we often put our self-worth on superficial things like what we do for a living, when really it should come from inside.

I'm feeling better these days though. I just did some spec work for one possible employer and got a call today about some freelance work that I'll start tomorrow. I'll be writing more here soon. I've had some interesting experiences lately and am feeling the need to share.

If I haven't said it before, thanks for checking in.

Overheard from a woman on a payphone near my apartment:

"The man you're talking about is the man who hurt my children. He tried to run me over with a car... This is a scary time for me right now... Okay... I'll talk to you later."

She hung up the phone and then yelled out to the driver of the car she had gotten out of.

"Okay! Let's go!"

I wonder where she was off to.

Just got home from the Beastie Boys show and... It was awesome.

They played a good mix of old songs from a variety of albums, plus some brand new stuff. I especially loved it when they came out and played a bunch of instrumental stuff wearing tuxedos.

I suppose it goes with out saying, but I'm the illest motherfucker from here to Gardena.

Three things:

1. I just won ten dollars in the lottery. This means I don’t have to worry about getting a job for another, like, two minutes.

2. My wife is not a lesbian. She sang a cappella when she was five. Apparently, she sang with a group which included a close family member who was a lesbian.

3. Bob and I just checked out a candlelight vigil for peace on a street corner near our apartment. We even met a nice lady who said she once owned an Australian Shepherd. Bob enjoyed the scratches behind the ear and the pats on the head.

It was all nice and warm and fuzzy until she noticed Bob’s tail. “That’s weird,” she said. “Our Aussie didn’t have a tail.”

“Well, we didn’t have Bob’s tail docked when he was a puppy.” I informed her.

“Hmmm,” she said and thought for a moment. “Australian Shepherds aren’t born with tails.”

“Uh, some kinds are born with naturally bobbed tails and some kinds are born with tails… And we decided not to have his chopped off,” I replied.

“Maybe he’s a Border Collie,” she informed me.

I looked down at Bob and could tell he was offended, so not wanting to risk violence at a candlelight vigil for peace, we decided to head home.

Goddamn peaceniks.

My wife recently informed me that she was once a member of a lesbian a cappella singing group.

This poses a few questions.

It felt weird celebrating Labor Day because, well... You know.

Oh, and I'm selling two tickets to the Beastie Boys show at the Universal Amphitheatre on September 13th. You'll get to sit next to me and my lovely wife. Any takers?

It’s my last day of working here.

I had to come in early this morning since a couple of projects were dumped in my lap at the last minute. Can you believe I’m actually having to do some work on my last day?

I’ve been considering a great many things the last few weeks and asking myself some of life’s great questions, but I’ve also been thinking about this blog.

-Do I reveal the name of the show I’ve been working on? I don’t know. Maybe I should keep it as one of the world’s last great mysteries.

-Do I discontinue the blog and float away into obscurity? I don’t know. Maybe I should post an unflattering picture of myself, thus solving one of the world’s last great mysteries.

I don’t know. My life is unsettled and very much up in the air. I’m leaning toward keeping it going as a creative outlet. I suppose I didn’t write that much about my job here anyway.

What I do know is: I need to find a job. I need to reinvent myself.

Eleanor Roosevelt once said, “The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”

I suppose this means I better get to dreaming… Or at least start believing.


-John


P.S. Someone reached this site via a Google search for “fat dragon”, gorging. My blog was the only thing that came up. I can’t help but think they were probably disappointed.

P.S.S. Oh, and there’s supposed to be some sort of drinking celebration tonight after work. You’re all invited.