Archive for ‘September, 2011’
Dinosaur nerds are an interesting lot. They have made long, lucrative careers out of digging up a single particle of a fossil and talking about it on TV for decades. And how do they really know? “Oh this dinosaur was named Randolf and ate this and this and not this and took care of it’s babies until they were 11 years old and read the Wall Street Journal while he drank his Starbucks at this corner coffee shop.” I mean I can’t figure out what I did last week and I have video of me doing it.
(EDIT: Sorry for the late post i scheduled this one for next tuesday instead of today. 1,000 pardons.)
Assuming, of course, that Larry gets there in time. But dudes and chicks, sometimes it feels like I need to do this to get my luck going again.
SOB STORY ALERT: Here’s the sob story: I got a cold call from a lady who said she wanted to interview me for a training developer position. I told her that, while I could probably do training development if I really had to, I was the graphics side of the training house and she said cool I need to talk to you about that too. So I interviewed and she acted very impressed and said “I am going to recommend that they hire you and I’m not going to look any farther for a graphic artist and you will hear from me in about two weeks.” Two weeks went by and when i finally contacted her she said that she was still waiting for her boss to OK the hiring. I got the sneaking suspicion that they had not actually won the contract yet and that she was just resume fishing. Well they didn’t win the contract and she is no longer with that company. So the other shoe has dropped. No job for me. -sob- But man I felt happy for about a week and half.
I’ve learned during this whole unemployment adventure that counting chickens before they hatch is not a good idea, but I do allow myself to go through the hatched chickens catalog and dream once in a while.
Besides the fact that this girl can apparently open her mouth wider than any terrestrial shark and has more teeth that three people she seems like one of those people that, while you recognize that she might be attractive, you really just want to punch her in the face for being a total goober.
And that pickup line at the end? After the information portion of the commercial this guy walks by these two chicks, one of whom has seriously white teeth, and says “hey, where are you guys going?” like he’s the gayest Vegas drag queen in the city and he hopes they’re going shoe shopping. And she says “I think we’re here” like they have found the fabled land of horny dentists or something.
The big Four-Oh-Oh. I should have enough comics redrawn at high-res for a book soon, so watch this space. I hope to get the site redesigned here before too long too. Depends on if I get a new job and how long my chore list gets.
On a less light note: Wade’s family beach cottage got its first floor plowed in by Irene and she killed my favorite ping pong (ching chong ding dong) table. Damn you Irene.