quote of the week.

"My hero, Dog the Bounty Hunter...."

I can't remember what my friend said after that cause I was laughing too hard.


photo stolen off the internet. I have not been lucky enough to get a shot of him myself.

screaming into the internet.

Well, I did it again.

I screamed into the internet before I gave life enough time to gimme back some of that karma I've been accumulating by petting every cat I run into and smiling at strangers.

That probably isn't karma at all.

Regardless, the producer in question that I mailed my new and improved resume and explosive cover letter did in fact get back to me. He did not have a job for me, but he was friendly, did meet with me, and did welcome any new submissions on my part.

Thus there is hope yet.

So another cover letter has been sent out. This time for a more corporate job. Perhaps soon I will be too busy to continue with this self absorbed and generally neglected blog.

job search.

There are things that are more depressing than being on a seemingly endless job search, but I can't be bothered to imagine them right now.

In the past couple of months (well much longer actually, it's just been a couple of months of concentrated work) I have surrounded myself with books on writing cover letters, and resumés. I've even worked very hard on a demo reel. Would you like one? I'll gladly send any out in the mail. It would be helpful if you are or know someone who is looking to hire a video editor... or just an assistant editor... or just a production assistant willing to go out and get/make coffee. I'll do anything, short of blow jobs, to get a serious job with a future.

You can see the desperation here, I'm sure.

All the books have advised me to be aggressive in my search, which is does not mean fighting past receptionist and confronting the all important potential boss demanding immediate employment and benefits. That would be fun until the cops show up. Sadly, it means writing boastful letters along with resumés that make the most insignificant old job responsibilities seem enormously important and exciting. Hence my stint as a helicopter manager, although cool sounding, really meant me sitting in a truck filling out forms and then waiting... and waiting, and ultimately doing very little for a week and bit while fires burnt, my hands tied by ridiculous red tape.

But according to my resume it looks as if I was actually making management decisions and saving the day.

I didn't lie. I just didn't explain what being a helicopter manager for the US forest service really means.

Just the same, not a lot of call for helicopter managers, and no one so far can relate the experience of trying to get things done while working within bureaucratic red tape and failing, with a currently available job. Go figure.

So a couple of weeks ago I bravely wrote a cover letter that was way out of my comfort level. I suggested that me working for a television production company was vital. In reality, this is not so. I even said I would call him. Which I have. No answer yet. Don't send me advice about calling again... because I will again on monday. It fills me with dread because I picture the busy producer not wanting to hear from me at all.

This is far worse than when I was young and trying to get laid. Although I didn't really know what I was doing then either and there were no helpful books for that, I never really believed I would be a virgin forever. Looking for work though... I'm not so sure I will find a job. And the books aren't so helpful as my imagination has me picturing a very annoyed man in an office sneering at my letter full of piss and bullshit.

Looking over several job boards, seems I need to know how to write computer code, know 3 other programs I haven't heard of and somehow already have 3 years experience in these obscure programs that I'm not so sure have even been available for 3 years. Also, I need a course or two for a couple of positions I know I could do tomorrow. Apparently each course, even if it only last 3 days costs 1000$. Very helpful. Thank you.

So now, despite having a volunteer responsibility that I keep avoiding, I find myself bummed out and stressed when I have to seem happy and easy to get along with and ever so industrious.

HEY YOU MONEY BAGS OUT THERE READING THIS... FUCKING HIRE ME! (please)

Look, it's is on your interest. Eventually I will run out of money and have to hunt squirrels and gather dandelions in the park. And who wants to see that?

jimbo.

hey... i found a good band on the internet.

Fucking blogger!

I just wrote a long bit about my neglect of this blog. It was brilliant and led into my discovery of a Texas Band.

I'm afraid, because I hit a strange key board shortcut entirely by accident, my brilliance is forever lost.

Blah.

Anyway, here is a band I discovered because some francophone discovered it at the South by Southwest music fest that sounds like something I ought to go to. Texas seems like an interesting place; death penalty even for the mentally challenged, concealed firearms and outlawed sex toys, who wouldn't want to take a vacation there?

I don't know much about this band other than it is called The Strange Boys. They have a MySpace page, which I do not, nor will I. They are also younger than me. I will not become bitter about this, I don't think.

partial youtube success.

I am trying very hard to be a short documentary film maker. Apparently, there is no money in it, but there is an academy award for such a thing... so maybe that means some respect. Of course, everyone with a mac lap top and a camera is also trying to be a filmmaker, so it is a tough slog. I think perhaps I may find myself building coffee for people with better jobs than mine soon.

I always thought the difference in quality would be noticed by the masses, but it really hasn't happened yet. Why? Because I put some misplaced faith in the youtube viewing public. I now realize my mistake. Youtube audiences are only interested in cute animals and sex... or some random act of violence. Substance is not rewarded.... at all.

Much like this blog, it is too easy to get lost in the internet... so I tried to get noticed. This time by shamelessly adding a true but misleading title to a video of my parents' new puppy.

Well, it hasn't gotten many hits, but I can proudly show this image from a quick search I made... it was on the first page of results, snuggled between porno results.



It will be a slow rise to viral status, but you 5 to 10 readers a day can help. Send a link to it around (it's only 3 posts down. Write the address on bathroom walls... or in library books, especially those of a more tawdry nature. Help a camera kid out and get those result numbers up from 51 hits to 51 000 hits.

lick a lolly.

I couldn't sleep last night, which led to a scotch fueled adventure on the youtube.

And I found this gem, again from The Electric Company.

Decide for yourself, but I think this is a cautionary tale about herpes. If you listen to the lyrics enough times, like I did, you realize that these 1970s actors with creepy tongues probably did lick each other's lollies. Damn.



See what I mean? Herpes. Solly should never have licked Lilly's lolly. Bad news.

It's a really catchy tune though. Can't get it out of my head.