29 January 2009

Walking with a Ghost

It's still really hard to believe all of this: That I am packing and moving. That I will finally have an apartment of my own. That I have a real job waiting for me in February. Generally, when I try to comprehend surreality of all this my brain responds thusly:

27 January 2009

In This Twilight

Remind me again why I'm moving.


This packing nonsense is awful. I finally got all my CDs packed away, but there's still lots of DVDs and VHS tapes. Not to mention all the books and other random crap that's accumulated in my room over the past 26 years or so. Do you know I have two Kermit the Frog dolls. Two. I have no idea why. They've both been packed.

Shit son, John Updike died today. Lung Cancer. I feel kinda bad I always called him Upchuck. Still, I'm no fan of his writing style. (He used far too many sentence fragments and run-on sentences for my taste.) He was 76 years old. He will be sorely missed, I'm sure. Here's the AP news release.

Golden Eye

I'm wiped out and about ready to go to bed, but Jenni reminded me this evening that I have not yet posted about getting a job. (Though I think she's my only reader, so I'm not sure how much it matters. Haha.) Anyhoo, I am now employed as a reference librarian at a small public library in the south suburbs of Chicago. I start on the 16th of February and I've already got an apartment, so I'm pretty much set. Yay!

In other news, I got a spam email today from Андрон Володин entitled "Your lips so soft and smooth." I laughed out loud at that one. I also misspelled 'laughed' twice, so I think it's time for bed.

18 January 2009

Perdido Street Blues

Here's to another blog written purely out of boredom. Woo.

I was sorely disappointed a few minutes ago when I remembered that this is Sunday which means no Daily Show. *sigh* I should go on hulu.com and watch Thursday's. I forgot to tune in that night. Does it air on Fridays? It didn't used to, but I don't know if they changed that. I don't think so; it's probably just wishful thinking on my part.

I'm listening to Dido. It makes me want to watch Love Actually. Such a good movie.

I should finish reading the Sunday funnies. I only finished the first page when I got distracted by talking to Jenni online. Also, my neck hurts, so it's about time I get up away from the computer for awhile.

Toodles.

11 January 2009

Making Progress

Not for the first time in my life, I put my underwear on inside-out today and didn't notice until I'd already had them on for some time. Whatever, they'll just stay inside-out, dammit.

The last post and this one are both titled according to whatever song happened to be playing in iTunes at the moment of me typing. Maybe I should make that my theme for the year. Trouble is that I'd end up with duplicate titles the way I tend to listen to certain artists on repeat. Nonetheless, an intriguing idea.

09 January 2009

Subterraneans

I've been offered a job as a reference librarian in a small public library up north. It's decent pay. Nevermind that I have no experience in reference or adult programming, but whatevs, can't be that hard, right? I have a meeting with the library director and the board members in about a week and a half; the board members have to approve the director's decision to hire me. I think I'll get it. The director was *this* close to hiring me in August, but passed on me because I have no Spanish fluency and the position required developing the Spanish collection. It still does, as the person I would be replacing did that, but he doesn't seem to think it's that important.

Yeah. Good news. Finally. I only graduated over a year ago with this fucking masters degree, I guess it's about time I get a job, even if it is in an ugly little industrial town. Hahaha.

Oh jeez, I'm so nervous.

05 January 2009

Sock Woes

The problem with an overstuffed sock drawer is that one cannot get to the socks on the bottom or in the back without spilling the socks in the top-front onto the floor. This leaves one to choose only those socks near the top-front so as not to make a mess. However this limits one's sock choices to only those that have recently been washed and put away so that those socks that have not been worn recently will not be worn in the near future either. This means that the sock collection is so large that it is essentially reduced to a small number. Ooooh, paradox.

01 January 2009

Revosolutions

Shall I consider it a signal of the coming year that the very first song I played on iTunes in 2009 was by Meathead?

Before I list off this years resolutions, let's see how I did on last year's.

Well I'm still in the Vegas, but I got a second part-time job to tide me over while I continue to search for a proper job. My CD and DVD addictions are coming along swimmingly. I started yoga in March. I love it. I even go to a class on Wednesdays, which reminds me that I need to sign up for the next session. Though I didn't get to see either Tori Amos or The Cure live this year, I saw NIN twice, also Amanda Palmer, Tiger Army, Saul Williams, Elsinore, and The Dresden Dolls. I got/bought lots of socks this year. Lots and lots of socks. I still don't know how to juggle though.

Okay, so this year now:

Learn to juggle.
Solve the Rubick's cube Aunt Cathy gave me for Christmas and I never should have touched.
Do more yoga and less noga.*
Eat healthier foods.
Continue feeding the CD, DVD, and concert addictions.
Write more. Whether here, in my leather-bound journal, or elsewhere, just write. This is a skill I should never let lie fallow.
Procrastinate less.
Find my camera. I know it's here somewhere.
Finish Lolita. It's very good, but I keep forgetting to listen to it. I guess I'm just not an audiobook person.

* See also 'random thoughts from comments' 1.