Obviously, this is a decision each person has to make for themselves, but the irreplaceable content on the VHS tapes I had? I decided wasn't worth the effort to retrieve.

From a rejection email I just received:

"While you were certainly among the highly qualified candidates who applied for a position with our firm, I regret to inform you... [blah blah]."

I was certainly among the candidates who applied! Woo-hoo! Time to take the day off to celebrate my belongingness!

Yeah, I did a ton of burning dvds from old vhs tapes. But now my dvd burner is broken. (We go through those things like candy.) So until we put priority on replacing it, there it sits. But we should because I have a lot of tapes taking up a lot of space and it would be much better on dvds, or Better Still, on a hard drive. Especially as we are getting a roommate again (an intern) and his room is the media room, where all that stuff is stored. Which reminds me, I need to order some stuff for the attic to make the storage platform up there.

I hate you all so much. I have a ton to accomplish this afternoon, and after holding out for like two weeks, I finally got sucked into rereading old Beauracraxy threads. I have no time for this!

And I'm a little surprised impressed how much I was keeping my mouth shut in the Rafmun kerfuffle. Maybe I was out of town.

Speaking of sucked in, I was going to run errands this afternoon, but then VH1 Best of the 90s was on, and there's so much internet out there, and.... not so much.

I made a decision about the book, and after days and days of not eating well, not sleeping well, and my stomach turning over every five monutes, I finally feel peaceful and hopeful.

I took advice from the infamous Tim Minear and said, "I don't give a fuck about the money."

And you know what? It's so amazingly freeing.

So there's a game plan, and a plan B, and it's all on my terms, and I feel like awesomecake with awesomesauce.

I've spent the last several months converting my boss's precious "interesting cases" teaching tapes to DVD. Some of the earliest ones, from the mid-80s, were in giant plastic cases easily twice as big as the actual tapes, with complicated slide-and-lift locking mechanisms, because the media inside were so precious! and delicate!

And on a couple of the earliest tapes, from back when VHS was a whole big new thing and nobody was certain whether it would catch on so the department wasn't yet ready to invest a bunch of money in supplies, the last echocardiogram ends and suddenly we're in the middle of a big hair and padded shoulders soap opera or the '88 Winter Olympics (all downhill events, no skating, drat them).

And, huzzuh. Weirdly timely.

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This is really weird, but I really feel like I knew his daughter at some point in my life, but her wikipedia page gives no clue to where our paths would have crossed. If I was going to have an imaginary friend, why on earth would it be Jamila Wideman??

Please let the traffic not be fucked again tonight. I just want to get to the pool early. It's not too much to ask, right?