Skipping past Writober and Nanoblomo . . ? Shit, I dunno. I'm as bored as you are.
Thursday, March 29, 2007
The last time I did a job interview, I was the interviewee, and it was over seven years ago. The last time I CONDUCTED a job interview, I was in my early 20s and I was managing a video store. (And probably drunk.) Anyway, this all adds up to me probably not being the most qualified person to conduct a job interview. Luckily, it’s for someone who’s going to be reporting to, and working with, me . . . so I’m motivated to, y’know, actually hire someone GOOD. (Pity everyone otherwise.)
I’ve ventured into the danger zone, though, because I totally avoided all the “if you were a tree, what kind of tree would you be?” type questions. It probably would’ve been more useful/applicable if I had them put their iPods on shuffle and see what 10 songs would come up first. Well, more bloggerly, anyway.
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
“. . . And 24 is Breathing in My Face . . . Like a Mad Whore.”
So, lately, I’ve been, all, “Fuck this blogging thing. I’m gonna be creative. And productive. Creatively productive!” In case you didn’t know. I wasn’t starting a story or anything. FYI.
Whenever I get back on the poetry “wagon,” I’ll work on a few poems and maybe even bring one or two of them to some form of completion. And then it’s all about publishing . . . getting my name out there. Fame, right? Shyeah . . . I’m sending out poems I wrote 10 years ago coupled with poems I wrote in 5 minutes back in October. (Writober!) After getting rejected by some small-press journals over the past couple years, I decided it was high time (y’know, in the face of all that rejection) to up the ante and submit to more prestigious journals. Which is what I’m up to now. In the realm of “creativity.”
The band that I’m playing with now has a show tonight. Hopefully. Our drummer (Mr. ADD) was afflicted with some stomach bug thing yesterday and was all shades of vomit-y, missing our last pre-show practice. Beer will not save us from what is to come.
Michelle and I had never, ever, watched an episode of “24.” And then her mom got addicted to it and has gone back to the first season. So, we’ve dutifully followed. I’m really amazed by how GOOD that show is.* And how NORMAL Keifer can make himself. Right now, we’re working to keep ourselves from living out Jack Bauer’s life in real time.
Goddamn promotion. (Hey, let’s put quotes around that. “Promotion.”)
* “Rome” . . . don’t worry, tender flower. I will never abandon you. Even when you’re dead and gone. I’ll never forget all the stabbing and drug abuse and rampant varieties of S&M (apparently practiced on BOTH sides of the Mediterranean. All in ONE episode. I love you, baby.
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Sunday, March 11, 2007
Long time, no boring the motherfucking shit out of you, The Internets. While I’m not officially “on a break,” I feel like I should be. There are so many goddamn distractions, and so many MORE things that I should be doing. For instance, while not performing like a half-talented proverbial infinity-eth-monkey-with-a-typewriter here, I’ve been posting reviews on BeerAdvocate, creating a fantasy team for Major League Soccer (that might not even be taking place in 2007), and following my alma mater’s attempt to play their way into the NCAA tournament.* What I should be doing is working on my poetry, literary journal, “novel,” and NCAA bracket. Oh, and my new job. Which is just like my old job, at the same place, but without my boss. In fact, it looks like, suddenly, I might BE the boss . . . of no-one at the moment. It’s been a very frantic, anxious past seven days. And staying away has been easier than being here. Just so you know. I wouldn’t expect much here in the short term. Not that you have or would, anyway.
* Watch the NCAA Selection Show on CBS tonight, and see the camera reveal huge disappointment in Tallahassee when they realize they’re gonna be playing in the NIT for the 14,000-th year in a row.