Monday, May 31, 2004
It's such a good feeling when your best friend basically tells you that it's not worth the effort needed to see you. Yes, sit and mope because your man is away, after you asked us to hang out with you. Good Plan.
no, it's okay, my feelings are fine
no, it's okay, my feelings are fine
Tuesday, May 25, 2004
Hey! It's me! I've been really busy with the JOB I JUST GOT, and too pooped to party blog-style most nights. Anyway, life has taken a definite turn for the better. I got the job with Spidell, and I've only worked two days so far, but I love it. Everybody is incredibly nice, and the work is exactly the kind of thing I'm good at. Well, my graphic design skills need some work, but there's time for that. I gotta say, getting up at the crack of dawn and working all day does take a lot out of a girl. All I want to do when I get home is eat, play some Final Fantasy, and sleep. I understand Sara a lot better now -- she hasn't gotten boring, she's gotten a life! Jason P. and I discussed that very topic this evening. Good to know I'm not the only one. Anyway, more on this later. I've got some sleeping to do.
crack of dawn *snicker*
crack of dawn *snicker*
Saturday, May 15, 2004
I had to get a new QuarkXPress book this morning because the one I had might as well have been written in Korean (I'm not an advanced user ... yet). They ought to specify the user level more clearly on these things! Oh well. But this new book is great, albeit 900 pages long. Here is a quote from the preface:
Requirements
To take advantage of all these great new features in QuarkXPress, you need, at a minimum, a dual-processor G5 or a 9 Ghz Pentium VI computer with 4 GB of RAM, a 120-gigabyte hard drive, a 600 MB magneto-optical drive, a 32-bit color drum scanner, a high-res imagesetter with a PostScript 3 RIP, a 1200-by-600-dpi laser printer, a 23-inch Barco color monitor with 24-bit video and graphics accelerator cards, and, of course, an NTSC video capture board and genlock control panel.
Just kidding! You can actually get by with some pretty limited hardware.
My heart stopped about halfway through the second line there. Bastard =P Anyway, it's amusing, for a computer book.
I also went to look at another apartment in K-town today, only to discover that it was not much bigger than my current bathroom. Like a closet you put a bed in. Noooo, thanks.
Okay, back to work.
Requirements
To take advantage of all these great new features in QuarkXPress, you need, at a minimum, a dual-processor G5 or a 9 Ghz Pentium VI computer with 4 GB of RAM, a 120-gigabyte hard drive, a 600 MB magneto-optical drive, a 32-bit color drum scanner, a high-res imagesetter with a PostScript 3 RIP, a 1200-by-600-dpi laser printer, a 23-inch Barco color monitor with 24-bit video and graphics accelerator cards, and, of course, an NTSC video capture board and genlock control panel.
Just kidding! You can actually get by with some pretty limited hardware.
My heart stopped about halfway through the second line there. Bastard =P Anyway, it's amusing, for a computer book.
I also went to look at another apartment in K-town today, only to discover that it was not much bigger than my current bathroom. Like a closet you put a bed in. Noooo, thanks.
Okay, back to work.
Friday, May 14, 2004
MY HEAD IS EXPLODING. That's all, thanks.
Thursday, May 13, 2004
Okay, so, here's the deal: I applied for a job today at Spidell Publishing Inc., a company that publishes tax information for tax preparers. Not exciting, right? But it's a copy-editing job, so whatever. Twenty minutes later, I get a call back from the managing editor, who says I sound like I'm perfectly qualified for the job. I explain about how I'm not graduating, and he's cool with it, so that's good, and then he tells me the pay is between $30k and $35k a year. (!) I was like "oh, wow," and he laughed. I'd asked for "at least $20,000 annually" in my cover letter. Anyway, it was good, and he asked me to come in Monday to demonstrate my skills. Fantastic. But he also wants a portfolio, and here's where things get exciting. On my resume, I said I'm "proficient" with Dreamweaver MX, Flash MX, and Photoshop. Now, this is a mistake a copy editor ought not to make, but apparently I'm retarded. I thought proficient meant "I can use these things," but I looked it up in the dictionary after the call and found out it's a synonym for "masterly" and "highly skilled." Woo-ee. Okay, so I can definitely use these programs. I've been toying with Flash and Photoshop for years now ... but masterly? Right, so I've got three days, and I've got three books (one on Photoshop, one on Dreamweaver, and one on Quark, just in case). I've got to make sure I know these programs like the back of my hand, and put together some things for a portfolio. But I can do it, right? Because I want this job. I need it. Let's all hold hands and pray for me, now.
Tuesday, May 11, 2004
Speaking of jabbing Lori with things ... new comic! Yeah, this time you gotta go to my page, suckers. Just scroll down to the bottom, you'll see it. I used a different scanner this time, and I'm not sure what I think of the results. Input, anyone?
Also today I made my first post on Craigslist. Ooo, I am such an edgy hipster! The rants/raves page is a little raucous today (the pro-Bush and anti-Bush factions are duking it out), but maybe someone will read my musing and be amused. Let me just state for the record that I LOVE CRAIGSLIST. Need a job? Apartment? Someone to adopt your ferret? A place to complain about the naked man who lives across from you? It's all there. Woot.
Aaaand, I added some links on the left today. Also I got rid of the Onion (if you don't know where that is already, there's no hope for you) so now it's all webcomics. Well, that one link is to Spike's blog, but she's entertaining (she mummified her rat!) and her comics are linked from there.
Current Music: Israel Kamakawiwo'ole, Somewhere Over the Rainbow/What a Wonderful World
Current Mood: I was really grouchy, but then I had coffee, so now I'm better
Also today I made my first post on Craigslist. Ooo, I am such an edgy hipster! The rants/raves page is a little raucous today (the pro-Bush and anti-Bush factions are duking it out), but maybe someone will read my musing and be amused. Let me just state for the record that I LOVE CRAIGSLIST. Need a job? Apartment? Someone to adopt your ferret? A place to complain about the naked man who lives across from you? It's all there. Woot.
Aaaand, I added some links on the left today. Also I got rid of the Onion (if you don't know where that is already, there's no hope for you) so now it's all webcomics. Well, that one link is to Spike's blog, but she's entertaining (she mummified her rat!) and her comics are linked from there.
Current Music: Israel Kamakawiwo'ole, Somewhere Over the Rainbow/What a Wonderful World
Current Mood: I was really grouchy, but then I had coffee, so now I'm better
Sunday, May 09, 2004
New Blogger! New! It is The Good. And you know what else? I like caffeine. It makes me happy! Whee! So here is a story that Sara's Kirby told me: You know NYX? No, you don't. I'm the only one who reads it, I know. Anyway, I've been waiting for issue 4 to come out since FOREVER, and now I know what the holdup is. Apparently the little prostitute girl with the claws at the end of issue 3 was actually a character from the X-Men cartoon, and the TV people didn't like seeing her turned into a whore, so there were legal things ... BUT WAIT -- there's more! Seems the series' writer attacked an airport guard in Tokyo, and has been sitting in jail for three months, where he found God. He's saved! So who knows, maybe number 4 will never come out now. The series wasn't selling well anyway, and they were gonna cut it off at eight, so it's not such a big loss. I only liked it for the art, anyway. I need something funny to happen, so I can draw a new comic. At this rate, I'm going to have to start making stuff up. Maybe I should think of some clever ways to prod Lori into saying funny things. *sharpens a stick, heads off to prod Lori*
Current Music: Fighting Gravity, Bend the Light
Current Mood: prod at your peril
Current Music: Fighting Gravity, Bend the Light
Current Mood: prod at your peril
Friday, May 07, 2004
So I've been looking for a job, right? One of the things about job-hunting on the internet is that you find a lot of weirdos (as opposed to the rest of the internet, where everyone is normal). And, well, some of these job postings are just silly. So here, for your entertainment and education, I present...
Stupid job postings, part 1
Knowledge of the area and computer skills are a must. Some baking ability. <-- eh?
PROFESSIONAL SIGN HOLDER NEEDED <-- I'm all over this one.
Personal assistant needed. PLEASE BE A CAPRICORN. <-- DAMN, I'M A TAURUS.
NOT A CONDOM STUDY <-- ... oh, good.
Mystery Shoppers needed. Thanks and we are doing the Indian Rain dance for you! God Bless, Paul <-- Thanks Paul! I love you!
L.A. based Escort Agency now looking for reliable drivers to help get our Dancers to and from their shows. <-- and you have to drive an SUV, and it can't have any dents. Strippers gotta travel in style, you know.
Petsitting my Cat in your home <-- yeah, this one pays EIGHT WHOLE DOLLARS a day, and you have to drive the cat around
Models Wanted For Foot Fantasy Party <-- beyond weird. Look here to see this sucker in its full glory.
What are you doing next Tues in Burbank???CALL NOW <-- is it a job, or a date?
--
Yeah okay, that's enough of that. Sara's brother Theo is coming over tonight so he'll be ready for Lori to turn him into an elf for her sfx makeup final tomorrow. Good times. Well, except that I'll be living in a cardboard box shortly if I don't find a job. Other than that things are fantastic.
just shoot me
Stupid job postings, part 1
Knowledge of the area and computer skills are a must. Some baking ability. <-- eh?
PROFESSIONAL SIGN HOLDER NEEDED <-- I'm all over this one.
Personal assistant needed. PLEASE BE A CAPRICORN. <-- DAMN, I'M A TAURUS.
NOT A CONDOM STUDY <-- ... oh, good.
Mystery Shoppers needed. Thanks and we are doing the Indian Rain dance for you! God Bless, Paul <-- Thanks Paul! I love you!
L.A. based Escort Agency now looking for reliable drivers to help get our Dancers to and from their shows. <-- and you have to drive an SUV, and it can't have any dents. Strippers gotta travel in style, you know.
Petsitting my Cat in your home <-- yeah, this one pays EIGHT WHOLE DOLLARS a day, and you have to drive the cat around
Models Wanted For Foot Fantasy Party <-- beyond weird. Look here to see this sucker in its full glory.
What are you doing next Tues in Burbank???CALL NOW <-- is it a job, or a date?
--
Yeah okay, that's enough of that. Sara's brother Theo is coming over tonight so he'll be ready for Lori to turn him into an elf for her sfx makeup final tomorrow. Good times. Well, except that I'll be living in a cardboard box shortly if I don't find a job. Other than that things are fantastic.
just shoot me
Wednesday, May 05, 2004
Ohh, the heat, and the boredom. It took me about five hours total today to play through Samurai Jack. I really wanted to like the game -- some of the art was pretty cool, much like the show, and the fact that the character voices were the same was a nice touch, but jeez. Polygons, polygons, polygons. And the stupidest design I've ever played: kill kill KILL next level kill kill KILL next level kill kill KILL game over. I suspect the game was designed for small children. But I kept playing, because I figured it wouldn't take long and I might as well finish it. Well, five minutes into the last battle with Aku, the game froze. That thing is lucky it was a rental, otherwise I would have thrown it into the pool. So that's it for Samurai Jack. *grumble*
The rest of today was restless and useless. I keep putting off the calls I have to make, because ... I don't know. I don't like talking to people? My descent into total failure is a self-fulfilling prophecy? I see disaster looming, but I'm too complacent to avoid it. I'm burning the bridges I've not finished crossing.
and other such metaphors
The rest of today was restless and useless. I keep putting off the calls I have to make, because ... I don't know. I don't like talking to people? My descent into total failure is a self-fulfilling prophecy? I see disaster looming, but I'm too complacent to avoid it. I'm burning the bridges I've not finished crossing.
and other such metaphors
Tuesday, May 04, 2004
Well, today was something. I had my interview with E! (freelance? oh, it's kind of a temp position that just doesn't go away. and no benefits.) and was so wound up it hurt. I guess it went well, I couldn't really tell. I talked to the HR lady (she liked me), who then passed me off to the media center supervisor (he seemed vaguely amused but unsure of me), who said I'd have to wait for a call from the other supervisor. If I get that far. I don't know if I will. Once all the dust had settled (with the crying, and the self-recriminations, and the nap followed by phone call with my mom) I realized that I don't really want that job. All I can see is a slick gray hell of junior power-broker hipster wannabes with God complexes and Gucci sandals. Yeah. I wanted a nice quiet library job, and what they're offering is another stint at Blockbuster video purgatory of the damned. I need to call BRP and demand that they hire me. I'll do that tomorrow morning. My only regret is that I won't be able to afford that cute apartment in Koreatown, the one at the Versailles. I mean, maybe I could, but I would have just barely enough left over to live on. And I'd have to commute to Marina del Rey all the time. Blah, commute. I am spoiled. To think I had an hour bus ride to and from school every day just a few years ago, *pfft*.
Oh and let's not forget the PARKING TYRANT! When I went to my car at the E! parking deck, there was a very angry little man waiting for me. "You blocked that other car when you parked," he said. I looked around, confused, to see that not only had my car been moved, but it was now blocked in by cars on all sides. I'd never seen anything like that, but Lori says it's common here, where there just isn't enough parking. The rows of cars had 4 cars in each. Apparently you're supposed to leave your keys with the office when you go so they can let people in and out. Well, I couldn't convince this guy that I'd never seen such an arrangement, and I certainly hadn't meant to block anybody's car. He went on, and on, and on, lecturing me about how inconsiderate it was, and what a problem it had caused everybody, etc. No amount of apologizing on my part satisfied him -- it's almost like he wanted to make me cry or something. "Now how are you going to get out? We don't have the key to that car behind you." he finally asked, smugly. By that point I'd had enough of being berated, so I just fixed him with my Steely Gaze of Doom and said "You moved my car with no key, so move that car. I have places to be." And he huffed and puffed, but stormed off and eventually somebody came and moved the car behind me. My diagnosis is but two words: SMALL PENIS. Yeah, you hear me, nasty little parking man?! You heard what I said! Go pick on somebody else!
I still need a hug
Oh and let's not forget the PARKING TYRANT! When I went to my car at the E! parking deck, there was a very angry little man waiting for me. "You blocked that other car when you parked," he said. I looked around, confused, to see that not only had my car been moved, but it was now blocked in by cars on all sides. I'd never seen anything like that, but Lori says it's common here, where there just isn't enough parking. The rows of cars had 4 cars in each. Apparently you're supposed to leave your keys with the office when you go so they can let people in and out. Well, I couldn't convince this guy that I'd never seen such an arrangement, and I certainly hadn't meant to block anybody's car. He went on, and on, and on, lecturing me about how inconsiderate it was, and what a problem it had caused everybody, etc. No amount of apologizing on my part satisfied him -- it's almost like he wanted to make me cry or something. "Now how are you going to get out? We don't have the key to that car behind you." he finally asked, smugly. By that point I'd had enough of being berated, so I just fixed him with my Steely Gaze of Doom and said "You moved my car with no key, so move that car. I have places to be." And he huffed and puffed, but stormed off and eventually somebody came and moved the car behind me. My diagnosis is but two words: SMALL PENIS. Yeah, you hear me, nasty little parking man?! You heard what I said! Go pick on somebody else!
I still need a hug
Monday, May 03, 2004
It's been quite hot today. So hot, in fact, that I fled my apartment in the early afternoon and lounged around at Starbucks with Scott McCloud's Understanding Comics and a venti (read: big) iced white mocha until the temperature dropped to a manageable 91 degrees Fahrenheit. The heat has put me a little on edge, and I burst into UNCONTROLLABLE RAGE when Lori tried to play my new video game before me. Now, it was kind of a crappy thing for her to do, and she later said she was just kidding (though I strongly suspect that she just said that because of my reaction), but I did get a little gonzo. Oh well.
I keep finding places I want to live or work, only to have my hopes crushed because I can't get in touch with anyone. Call me back, you bastards! At least I have an interview with E! Entertainment tomorrow (I had no idea what the company was when I applied for the job, the ad was anonymous, so I was kind of shocked/pleasantly surprised when they called). The job is a freelance swing-shift library assistant position, whatever that means. I'd be working strange hours, but I'd make enough to live on and then some, which is priority #1 right now. Plus I couldn't get any more qualified for the job, what with my library and Blockbuster experience. So, yeah. Think good thoughts.
But I still need an apartment. *sigh*
Current Music: I have that california raisins song stuck in my head, god dammit
Current Mood: *pant pant pant*
I keep finding places I want to live or work, only to have my hopes crushed because I can't get in touch with anyone. Call me back, you bastards! At least I have an interview with E! Entertainment tomorrow (I had no idea what the company was when I applied for the job, the ad was anonymous, so I was kind of shocked/pleasantly surprised when they called). The job is a freelance swing-shift library assistant position, whatever that means. I'd be working strange hours, but I'd make enough to live on and then some, which is priority #1 right now. Plus I couldn't get any more qualified for the job, what with my library and Blockbuster experience. So, yeah. Think good thoughts.
But I still need an apartment. *sigh*
Current Music: I have that california raisins song stuck in my head, god dammit
Current Mood: *pant pant pant*
Saturday, May 01, 2004
Another day, another website. Thanks to the lovely and talented Jason Gutierrez for letting me host my comic of questionable quality on his site, cinematographic.net! The link on the left will now take you to the ad-free comicy goodness. You should read Jason's blog too, his art is gooder than mine. I'll post a permanent linky link on the left when I'm not so ... zzz ... zz ... *drool*
I'd have dreamweaver mx's babies
I'd have dreamweaver mx's babies
