I have a 2nd interview! The first was a phone 'view. It's an Education and Outreach position with the city's sexual assault organization. I think I'd be v. good at it.
Anya, the Shopkeepers of America called. They wanted me to tell you that 'please go' just got replaced with 'have a nice day.'
Xander ,'Selfless'
Spike's Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Strix - Sep 24, 2008 10:02:21 am PDT #6501 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
Daisy Jane - Sep 24, 2008 10:04:34 am PDT #6502 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
sorry, love. Big hug. And if my boss stops being such an asshat (yeah, right), hopefully I'll be in Houston to do it in person.
I wish I'd be in Houston. I'm up here in Dallas, but if you find yourself up this way I'll totally take you up on it, and right back atcha!
much ~ma for Tom
DavidS - Sep 24, 2008 10:06:26 am PDT #6503 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
::knocks wood for Tom::
DavidS - Sep 24, 2008 10:07:02 am PDT #6504 of 10001
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
Go, Erin!
Nora Deirdre - Sep 24, 2008 10:08:13 am PDT #6505 of 10001
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
whoo hoo Erin!!! I think you'd be good at it too.
Strix - Sep 24, 2008 10:10:27 am PDT #6506 of 10001
A dress should be tight enough to show you're a woman but loose enough to flee from zombies. — Ginger
WE shall see. Bad side: it's 8K less than my teaching gigs. But hey, it's a lot more than zero, which is what I'm making now.
ION, I helped a friend move her WHOLE house yesterday (yay recession -- first-time home owner who just got foreclosed and told "You'll have no eviction notice -- they can come and lock your house at any time.)
I am SORE. Yeowch.
Connie Neil - Sep 24, 2008 10:16:00 am PDT #6507 of 10001
brillig
I actually liked what they did on the House premiere re; grief. Cameron, who lost her husband, is telling Wilson, whose girlfriend died in the season finale, that the pain is never going to go away. Wilson says he just spent an hour staring at his girlfriend's old locker and he needs to get away from the place where so many memories are. Cameron, who's husband died years ago, tells him she saw someone just that morning whose scarf was the same color as her husband's eyes and that it doesn't matter how far you run, the memories will still be there.
Burrell - Sep 24, 2008 10:25:29 am PDT #6508 of 10001
Why did Darth Vader cross the road? To get to the Dark Side!
I'm so sorry Vortex. Losing a parent is always hard.
it doesn't matter how far you run, the memories will still be there.
Well, yes and no. The memories are always there, but they don't always cause heartache. Sometimes the memories are very comforting. Sometimes the tears are too.
Frankenbuddha - Sep 24, 2008 10:28:13 am PDT #6509 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Sometimes the memories are very comforting. Sometimes the tears are too.
I find I still dream about my father a lot. Very very weird dreams (as is their wont), but I still for the most part find it comforting to see him (especially since they often involve the house I grew up in).
Daisy Jane - Sep 24, 2008 10:32:23 am PDT #6510 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
I find memories of my grandparents and uncles comforting. I almost always have my grandfather's lighter on me during LSU games because it makes us win (I know it doesn't really, but I still kinda think Arkansas should thank me for having to leave it at home for the game last year) which brings back a flood of memories.
It's more the missed opportunities that slay me.
ETA: This is how much of a fanatic I am about that lighter. It lives on the mantle next to my grandandy's picture when not in use, and I accidentally left it at home Saturday for the Auburn game. I made my friend K drive me all the way back to the house during the second quarter because we looked like ass so we could make it back for the second half in which we mostly dominated. (Note to Les. I think we've figured out which one it's gonna be. K?)