| Recent news from the life of a floundering post-graduate: I really wish I had just found some way to go out tonight, but instead I just kind of puttered around too long and didn't take initiative. But otherwise I'm okay, I guess. My big news is that I decided to attend Bonnaroo music festival, hopefully with Bond and Werle. But these four days will wipe me the fuck out, so I am trying to make money elsewhere. I also think I may have to take out a small loan from the bank of Grandma. Bonnaroo will be awesome though, I suspect - there's about twenty bands and several cafe shows that I really want to see, but I will just go where the flow takes me or whatever. Notable among this list include Franz Ferdinand, The Police, Flaming Lips, Brazilian Girls, Wilco, and also David Cross in the cafe section. It'll be the last chance I have to do something like this without it cutting into "vacation" time. Plus I really need something in my life to get excited about.
Searching for jobs is rough. I'm having a hard time with it, and I keep getting distracted by either myself or immediate, pressing obligations. | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment   |
| "Some loan programs allow you to cancel all or part of your loan for certain types of employment or service. If you expect to be eligible for any cancellation listed, you should apply for deferment of your account annually during your year of qualifying service/employment. To apply, complete a Request for Deferment Form and return it to UAS or EARLHAM COLLEGE for processing."
DEATH* Yes, 100%
*Death must be verified by a physician. | | comments: 1 comment or Leave a comment |
| I seriously doubt anyone I know reads Livejournal anymore, but here is my post. I'm up late at night after finishing Tricadecathlonomania and doing the schoolwork I neglected so that I could focus so clearly on a 24 hour scavenger hunt. It was great fun with Janel, Nadia, and Nathan, and we ended up winning as well. It was disheartening though, since we tried so hard and tried to be the best, most noble team possible, but already through the grapevine I heard from a friend of a friend of a friend thinks that we cheated (this person clearly was rooting for another team) and it's kind of disheartening. I also recounted our points and it seems we made more than we were awarded, but really it just doesn't matter. It was just a GAME. It didn't have to be about squabbling for points or dicking each other over, but that's how the other teams treated us and each other. It was like an encapsulated Earlham experience. And now I've heard about how I might catch some hell for our team being called the "Nappy-Headed Hos" even though three of four of us were completely unaware of its origin. It's goddamn ridiculous, and that's where this post is going.
I am three weeks from graduation, and my experience has not particularly been stellar. I never expected it to be. I love what friends I have, I love Janel even moreso; I have good relationships with three professors, I have no enemies that I can determine, and I do not hate anyone. I just have a general sense of dislike for certain things here, the kind of things I've always had but just never really publicly voiced. I would've had similar complaints anywhere, so that's not the thing. Complaints are pretty healthy. I starred in Patrick's latest campus film as a guy who was basically me, except I didn't get screwed over nearly as badly. My school experience has not been stellar because nothing could've been stellar; the bright, blooming periods are weighed in equally with the periods of non-growth and mediocrity. People here typically just try to get by with as little effort as possible while hoping for tremendously wonderful grades. I didn't hear any end to the bitching in a class last semester. Yes, it was an incredibly hard class, but I did my best and took my D+ with gratitude that I didn't fail out. Earlham is simply too often defined by its most mediocre and unassuming students.
I've been guilty of this same mediocrity. My thesis was wonderful and undoubtedly the best piece of work I've ever done, in spite of all the stress and long nights. I gained a few dozen new gray hairs and about six pounds from the process. My thesis makes me want to do bigger things with photography, and I think I just may. But aside from that I've had several classes where I never cared enough to really try. Everyone else was comfortable with mediocrity, so I just sat still and didn't rock the boat. I may get along with nearly everyone I meet, but more often than not it's required me to have a delicate balance between tactful silence and expression of what I'm actually thinking.
I'm three weeks from graduation and I do not have a bead yet on after graduation employment. I applied for the JET program and was accepted as an Alternate. That decisions is really driving me up a wall. I was the one who prepped everyone else for his/her interview, organized the drive to Chicago, made it there during a TERRIBLE ice storm, and then circumstances beyond my control completely fucked me over. I was the last person to go on a Thursday, one day after my scheduled appointment, rescheduled due to that ice storm that kept us from leaving Richmond for two days. Those interviewers probably just wanted to go home, and I felt that hurt me enormously. I even had a good interview. I'm probably more qualified than 90% of all other applicants, and I'm a fucking Alternate. Every other person I know who applied got in, even Dan with his long hair, smudged shoes, mismatched suit, and five-minute interview. I already responded affirmatively to this JET position, so possibly I may be in on May 2nd. The latest they may let me know is July. With my luck, though, I've already started researching other options. The career center here has one stock response for my major - "Have you thought about teaching in Japan?" - and beyond that I might as well put my resume up on Monster.com. Janel's mom sent books on postgraduate employment (to Janel, who has two years left, so I swiped them and read some) and I need to find something. I just don't have any marketable skills that I know about. I take charge of nearly every project that I'm a part of, but no one really appreciates leadership. I'm a good leader for shit that doesn't matter, like house movie nights and concerts, but in the world I have little working experience. I'm going to work for a few years and SHUT THE FUCK UP, so that when I open my mouth again I might be able to benefit from talking.
Just where the hell am I going? I'm going to owe something in the neighborhood of $30,000 in college loans, $1000 a year until I'm 52. Is this all there is? I want to learn to play the guitar, and fluently speak Italian, then Spanish, then Korean. I want to travel and see everyone I know; I want to travel to a new place and meet new people. I want to burn much of what I own, and maybe next time I won't feel inexplicably attached to it. There are hundreds of things about my life that I can change, and a lot of them are going to have to once I leave this Earlham bubble. But how much, I wonder. If someone is a dick to me I stand up for myself now, unlike a similar post I made to this when I graduated high school.
I've fallen in and out of love once, fell in love again, and soon that might have to be gone too. Janel and I can't take the long-distance relationship thing, so we're going to have to take a break in three weeks. It's tearing me up inside, to be frank. It makes me want to stay, but really I'm going to get the fuck out as soon as the option is open. I'm not a good loner person, I need someone special to keep me balanced. Janel has been a perfect weight and intellect to me. Everything about me has been better since we've been together. I cook now, pretty well if I do say so. The most mediocre thing I've ever made is parmesan crab fettucini (how that went wrong: parmesan from a can, canned crab, and regular spaghetti) but other than that I've become capable of doing well for myself. Janel did really well into helping me become a more competent man. I am an adult now and I undoubtedly feel this is true. More than anything I don't want to lose her. We have staying power, we both know it, but life is distancing us. I'm going to be a letter writer, soon.
I am going to miss this stage in my life immeasurably. The bad does not nearly outweigh all the good things in my life. I am ready to move on, but I can't imagine what a postgraduate life will hold. I want to be a JET ALT, I want to be a photographer, I want to be an interpreter, I want to be musical. I want to make a movie, or go to school and eventually get a Master's in something. There's so many wants in my life, could I ever possibly think about obtaining them? I think a year, two years, a decade, or more will have to determine this. Welcome to the first day of the rest of my life. | | comments: 15 comments or Leave a comment |
| | So I went to Wal-Mart today to wait for the PlayStation 3. I expected some people to be there, so I got early to be among the first ten people, who would buy systems. While I may have been number twelve, countless people had already come, found out there were only ten and ten dedicated people who had been camped out in Wal-Mart since Wednesday morning, and promptly left. I had hoped to buy one and sell it on eBay. I was shooting to make a $1000 profit at most, but right they are sellng for over $3000. It is absolutely absurd. While I wish that I had thought to wait nearly 36 hours for a PlayStation 3 to make a $2000+ return, pretty much everything in life would ever keep me from doing that. Maybe if I am diligent I will still get lucky and be able to capitalize on this little venture. Go America. We wait for over-priced electronic equipment and elsewhere people wait as long for food and medicine. Sometimes even drinkable water. Woo-rah. | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| So, it has been a long time since a new LIFE UPDATE. I am writing this now because I am a horrible lazy procrastinating person, who has a lot to do for tomorrow but can't seem to get things done right. Anyway, school is back in...and has been for a month. My classes are mostly great but I can't seem to get much done. I am frozen in terror by both the concept of writing my thesis and the concept of writing papers in Japanese for my Topics in Japanese class. My defense mechanism is to play video games and read the SA forums. Not a good defense mechanism, honestly.
I live in a nice house with nice people. I am living in the only room on the first floor of Foster, with my roommate Nick. Nick is a cool guy, and we get along just fine. The room needs some fixing up though; previous tenants thought it was a good idea to whitewash half the room. Plus there are these shades in here that don't work, and I recently forced my window closed by putting shoes on my hands and banging the window closed. There have been some nice big-group-not-really-a-party gatherings at this house, and because of me I got some house mates hooked on Guitar Hero. It is fucking cold around here now and I don't have the blankets yet to accommodate for Fall weather, so now I am touched with the cold and general achy feelings.
Janel and I are doing just fine together. We spend a lot of time together, be it cooking, working out, studying, or watching movies and whatnot. I feel like I am a better cook now but I have a lot to learn in the ways of the culinary arts. She also got me working out nearly every day but you can tell more on her than on me. I hang out in Warren a good portion of the day for whatever purpose, but lately we've been spending more time in my house. She is a very sweet girl and I wouldn't exchange what we have for anything. But anyway, that's where our relationship lies: being happy together without having to do much to make us happy to be together.
As I mentioned earlier, I'm kind of terrified of my thesis. I just get stressed out and freeze up, and no work comes from that. It is a critical analysis of Japanese photographers from different times and styles of Japan. I need to find photographers, journals they were printed in, and read up on a good way to present analysis without ever having done art criticism before. Its challenging and will keep me interested, but I need a list of sources by October 2nd, and so far don't have a tenth of what I need. 'Topics in Japanese' class is just plain intimidating, what with paper writing and whatnot when I don't feel comfortable with my Japanese language ability (well, I do feel comfortable writing but my speaking ability went through the crap hole over the summer, and talking with actual Japanese people I'm flustered again). I'm also studying for the JLPT test this year in Chicago and am constantly getting frustrated by my own studying methods.
Well, that's all. I have a HUGE list of things I need to do today and tomorrow, so I can only hope that I can get it all done. Life update complete. | | comments: 6 comments or Leave a comment |
| | This is a friendly reminder to -maybe- two people over 21 who are interested in seeing the Built to Spill show with me. So yeah, Built to Spill in Indianapolis on September 26. Be there, you drinking age people. I will be. | | comments: 9 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | Venus Hum - Yes and No | | Time: | 02:37 pm | | Current Mood: | relaxed |
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| Well, I'm home from Arizona. I got back yesterday and spent some time with my family, but now I want to see some people. I will be in Richmond for a good long time but I move back to Earlham on Sunday and classes start shortly thereafter. I had a really great time in Arizona but am excited about getting started at Earlham and manipulating the system so I don't accidentally graduate this semester. I am going to take the Japanese Language Proficiency Test (日本語能力試験) Level 2 this winter with Bond and probably Isaac. That will be a helluva test to study for, but I have high hopes that I can do it and write my thesis in the same semester.
In music news, Built to Spill will be playing in Indianapolis on September 26, 2006. I have plans to go to this because I like them, but also because I only started listening to them years ago when I read about Molly's luck and Miles' epic trek to meet the band backstage in Boston. | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Subject: | Dip | | Time: | 01:09 am | | Current Mood: | hungry for dip |
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| Things that may be considered dip when you stick a chip in them:
Beans
Cheese
Sour Cream
Salsa
Things that are, sadly, still not dip:
Fried Rice
Cottage Cheese
Yogurt
Frozen Chicken | | comments: 2 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Girls are Going Wild in REDUCED-GRAVITY now. Fucking lucky college skanks went to the damned ionosphere! Seriously though, I would kill a box of newborn kittens to go to outer space. The mere concept of leaving Earth's gravity is so rad to me, and those ho's went there to giggle and bounce around naked? Meh, I guess they just do what they do best and their reward was OUTER SPACE. | | comments: 18 comments or Leave a comment |
| I really haven't been filling in the whole details of my life for the past couple of weeks. I think I last left off with me living in Tempe with a stack of job applications, but an apartment. Well, shortly after I wrote that post Janel's parents came to me with an offer. The offer was that I move in with them into the house and that I housesit for them when they left for vacation. The point of me not staying in Richmond for the summer was that I would get to give it a go by myself, but with the collapse of the job and the offer of free room and board I let that dream loosen a little bit. But I would preserve my independence by staying until July 1st in my apartment. I planned to work temporary jobs for just over a week while finding a job in Mesa (where Janel lives and therefore much easier to drive to for work). Well, temporary work is apparently nearly dead in June, or so experts in the industry told me. One guy wanted to put me right to work, but migrant farmhands make more money than I would've made at that job. So I focused on just Mesa, and after one day I nailed a job at the Golden Spoon, a frozen yogurt place about a mile from this house.
Work there isn't bad at all. Sure it's not educational or enlightening, but it pays $6.25/hour plus tips to be cheery and serve yogurt to people. I can deal with being nice to people when they are at their absolute nicest behavior. I am still debating whether I should become the night manager. The plus side of that is that I would make an extra dollar an hour but the downside is that I would do that for five weeks and then up and go back to school. Of course I got hired under the pretense that I would stick around for a relatively long time, but oh well. At that job, I am Grant, college guy who is taking a semester or so off to get his act together. And Janel is going to ASU, giving more credence to the blatant fabrication that I will stay in Arizona. I hate to lie like that, because those lies tend to snowball without end in sight. I try to keep talk about my future to a minimum. I am just here in Arizona to earn some money and spend the summer, and this is what I am left with. PIRG did have the opportunity to earn me money ($500 a week if I were a god at the job) but if you failed they gave you the shaft hard.
I worked at PIRG about thirty hours on the streets, going door-to-door for members. Before that though there were an extra ten hours of just preparing and eating and stuff like that. The base pay was $275/week + 1/3 commission of whatever you raised above quota. So that was all well and good, after a week I would make my ~$240 and that would be it. So I went in on Monday and got my check - $150. It turns out that if you don't meet quota you make 40% of what you earned. I earned $150 for forty hours work for raising $400, whereas I would've made $240 for raising $425. Too bad that it says that in the employment contract I signed. The whole thing is a crock of shite and I am glad I got out of it when I did, otherwise I might've been left later on in the summer with a month to go and no job, instead of nine weeks.
So I moved into the guest room here at Janel's house. I really like her family, and I am glad that they like me too. I can speak to them freely and I don't feel like a burden on them anymore. It was weird to arrive when I did because the entire house was full to the gills with guests for Janel's parent's 25th anniversary party. I will post a photo from that later. So I suppose I am here now for the summer, and that is just fine.
The thing about housesitting this time is that the house is very large and I feel paranoid at night in it. There are lots of ways to somehow sneak in or something. And don't forget all the apparitions that a house like this could have. A house built twenty years ago, that is. I am also a tad paranoid of stepping on a scorpion that found its way into the house. The midwest has its share of insects that sneak inside but none of them present a very real danger to you.
In game news, I bought a DS Lite on June 11. I have gone kind of overboard with it; I perused SA Mart for days until I bought all the games that I planned to buy until this fall for the system. I have six games now, only one of which I bought for retail price. It is a very cool system and I only wish that I could access Janel's dad's computer so I can get that WEP code so I can access the wireless network with it. I want to play Mario Kart and Tetris online, dammit all.
I also am doing my hair differently. After nearly twenty-two years of life I have discovered this so-called "gel." Basically I take a tiny amount and keep my bangs off my forehead. I like the look. I watched a movie adaptation of Dave Barry's Complete Guide to Guys (same name) and the question I've always had about Dave Barry still holds true. Who does his hair? Beavers?
So that is what is up with me. The fuck is up with you? | | comments: 12 comments or Leave a comment |
| So, that job was for the birds. Is that the saying? Yeah, I quit PIRG on Friday and I couldn't have felt happier for all of two days. The potential to do well at that job is there, but I had a hard time checking my soul at the door. I did well at it on Wednesday and Thursday, but on Friday I earned $0.00 for all of my work, so I kept my average (I'll make $300 for this past week of insane, time-consuming work; about $5.50/hour considering the extra time I put into it) and basically quit on the spot. I originally thought that PIRG would be a good academic experience, but really it is a job of the most-degrading and annoying nature. I'm glad I didn't tough it out. As a result I need a job because I don't have enough cashola to make next month's rent.
Speaking of which I moved in with three guys in downtown Tempe named Bobby, Bryan, and Eric. They are cool guys but I haven't really hung out with any of them because of conflicting work schedules (and now I've spent the entire weekend with Janel). I have a big stack of job applications that I am going to fill out in the morning, but I am tired right now - my brain age is 57 as a result of said tiredness. Janel is on my back right now, rubbing my shoulders. She is now doing a soft-shoe and singing about the migration patterns of gulls. Or she may still just be rubbing my shoulders. We have been watching Kids in the Hall together; we may watch another episode now.
More on the new job search as it develops. | | comments: 15 comments or Leave a comment |
| I have moved to Arizona and have been getting my shit together over the past several days. This is the evening that I was left alone in Janel's huge house to fend for myself while her family did the special family things at a spa about an hour from here. I should explain that this weekend is Janel's parent's 25th wedding anniversary, and to celebrate there is this spa deal, which comes at the tail end of days and days of preparation. I get along with Janel's family, not that I really doubted it, so I am glad that I am not viewed as some non-Christian, directionless heathen. Highlights of the week include talking geek with her 15 year old brother, eating probably the best spaghetti I've ever eaten, getting a tour of Phoenix by Janel herself, and watching a rare, rare rainstorm while I was going door-to-door.
Which brings me to my next point: the JOB. What I failed to realize is that "campaigning" for water conservation actually means that I go door to door asking people for money so they can become members of PIRG and therefore help the cause. In other words, solicitation. The pay is good, or it can be if I do well, but do I really want to do all that well at it? Another HUGE point of contention for me is that the job is 2:00pm to 10:00pm every weekday, so night fun is probably out. Janel's schedule and mine won't mesh very well, but we can deal with that I imagine. I want to pose to you people how much they think a $300-$600/40hrs/week job is if the hours are 2-10pm. Of course, I could fail miserably at this work and not have anything.
Secondly, I need to find a place to live. I have been looking around today and yesterday. I looked at a nice, upscale looking place way outside my price range, and then I looked into this place that looked downright sleazy. Turns out the second place cost more than the first by $100/month - I call foul on that one. So now I am looking for people who need a roommate on or around ASU campus. I have enlisted the aid of Something Awful (of which I am now a member - Crotch Apples - see my icon) and so far no bites. Werle, if you could vouch for me I have it posted under Goon Meets. I have a list of people to call that I didn't call today because of bustle around the house and an unexpected three hour nap that got me to sleep right through appropriate times. I have met a lot of Janel's family and tomorrow I will meet the rest of them at this party. I think so far I am leaving a favorable impression, but just wait until tomorrow when I'll whip out my banjo. Then the party will start thumping, so to speak.
Other than that, the week has been good but I HAVE to get an apartment very soon and decide if this job is worth its weight in shite or not. | | comments: 6 comments or Leave a comment |
| Well, I got that job. I think I carried out my whole "I am a very well-organized individual" act too far when I said that I could be in the office on Monday, June 5. I think I am going to have to push that back a few days, but I was told that would be okay. This is challenging work that has nothing to do with my major, but it might look great on a resume, and it pays better than anything I've ever had, and that's even when I do a shit poor job. If I do awesome it could pay twice that. If I'm not very careful this whole thing will devastate me financially. Like anywhere, I'll have to work really hard or just go home. To make matters worse, I don't have a place to live, or a car, or a plan more elaborate than "I have a job." Apparently I also have no idea how leases work, either. How do those work?
I am celebratory though, because the job and that I've already sold two books through Half.com and netted a cool $24.85 for my efforts. I celebrated even more by buying a gift for Janel, which just eradicated those earnings to mere pennies. I have to teach kids on Monday and Tuesday of this next week about Japanese masks and architecture, and I realized on Thursday that these kids are seven or eight years old. What exactly are they learning about masks and architecture? Should I talk about Japanese masks/architecture and have them draw stuff or what? I need to figure this out because I completely did not think ahead and teach to an age group. Imagine you're eight years old; what do you think would be a cool things to do if you were hearing about masks and architecture from different countries? | | comments: 3 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Current Music: | The Dead Milkmen - If You Love Someone, Set Them on Fire | | Time: | 01:40 am |
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| Three years ago I wish I had sprung for "Mystery Science Theater 3000 The Movie" for $9.99 when I saw it at Target Or that I had bought every available copy I ever saw. Not only could I have watched the movie however many times I would've wanted to in that period, but now I'd be able to sell it at a 1300% mark-up, at least. There's a gently used copy going for $195. Who would have thought? I write this post because I am on a selling spree; there are piles of books and some DVDs and games that I am trying to sell through the wonderful internet. I'll always have some things I can't bear to part with, but you can tell this stack is bereft of those things: Social Psychology textbooks, doubles of Sansom's History of Japan series, Blue Seed and Trigun on DVD, my Ti-83 calculator, and other things are on the floor beside me. I can't exactly have a garage sale and sell this stuff, although Trigun might fit better at such a venue. I checked online and individual DVDs go for about $2.00 apiece, so I would say the market is saturated with Vash the Stampede and his wacky nonsensical dialogue. EB gives better credit than that.
I have a job interview tomorrow to work for the Public Interest Research Group in Arizona. I want to get away for the summer and Arizona is as good a place as any to do it. I'm tired of being the only one left in Richmond, but if I leave I will miss Bond's grand return to the States, and I was going to be there for him during the first week or so of Japan-deprivation therapy. But I digress. I would like this job because a) it pays well compared to every job I've ever had before, b) I would get to do something that I never thought about doing but am interested in trying, c) I'll be relatively close to Janel, for June and some of July anyway, and d) I'll experience some adventure. Like the freedom to pay for my electricity. Just the first thing if this were to happen is to find someplace to live on the cheap, or with a roommate, but how I'd ever meet a good roommate in AZ is beyond me. Updates about this tomorrow. It was either a hitchhiking adventure or a "job in another state" kind of summer, and only me seems to be keen on the "hitchhike across the USA" idea.
I have played games too often this past week. I blew through Psychonauts in four days, about three hour blocks each time I played. Wow, what a great game that was. I only started playing because I was frustrated with Prince of Persia: Warrior Within and I ended up having the most fun from any platformer since Mario 64 (and both share frustratingly hard jump puzzles, but that didn't deter overall enjoyment). Too bad that it only sold about 40,000 copies between PS2, Xbox, and PC. Okay, I'm babbling now.
I miss Janel, who is currently in Mexico on Earlham May Term. She is having a great time and I am glad, but understandably I am a bit worried about her safety. I am booking a flight to spend a week or so with her in the first week of June, no matter what happens with the job. She will show me all her photos and the journal entries that she has written so far, and we will drink chai at her favorite restaurant, and will show me up on the dance floor (her parents are having a 25th wedding anniversary party when I'll be there). I feel completely and naturally at ease with Janel, moreso than I can say Becky, who because of religion made me watch my tongue on more than one occasion. We are a good complement to the other, and I hope that it will stay that way. I am very smitten with her, and my desktop background proves it (it's a goofy picture of us that is not flattering whatsoever, but vaguely appropriate to both of us). I just feel good about it.
This was a longer entry than I thought. | | comments: 11 comments or Leave a comment |
| The Nintendo Revolution has a new name. A very, very, stupid name. I was just starting to get my hopes up for a system, a system controlled by waving your arms in the air. A system that will probably need three or four accessory controllers to be able to play any games. I was just starting to get excited about a system that would let me play the new Mario, Zelda, Metroid, etc. Sure, it may only have four buttons and it comes in remote control form, but seriously it may have been cool. Now I read this press release and can only think it sounds like a prophecy of the Apocalypse.
"Introducing ... Wii. As in "we." While the code-name "Revolution" expressed our direction, Wii represents the answer. Wii will break down that wall that separates video game players from everybody else. Wii will put people more in touch with their games ... and each other. But you're probably asking: What does the name mean?"
"Wii sounds like 'we,' which emphasizes this console is for everyone. Wii can easily be remembered by people around the world, no matter what language they speak. No confusion. No need to abbreviate. Just Wii."
"Wii has a distinctive "ii" spelling that symbolizes both the unique controllers and the image of people gathering to play. And Wii, as a name and a console, brings something revolutionary to the world of video games that sets it apart from the crowd."
"So that's Wii. But now Nintendo needs you. Because, it's really not about you or me. It's about Wii. And together, Wii will change everything."
Seriously, what the fuck is wrong with the hundreds of people it must have took for this to come to pass? Why does Nintendo seemingly want to alienate everyone who is over the age of twelve? Goddamn, I am getting older and more and more want less to do with the console gaming industry. Nintendo may still have a customer in me (still getting a Nintendo DS, for sure) but Jesus H. Christ what kind of pretentious asshat thought of the name Wii? It is just a name I am embarrassed of to say in public. It just stinks of trying to be hip, like a forty-five year old man shopping at Hot Topic. It's not really a name that grows on you, because people everywhere will make a bunch of stupid ass "wii" jokes when they think they're being clever. And it doesn't even conjure up images of gaming, because there aren't any games announced for it yet. Ugh. Fucking ugh. | | comments: 12 comments or Leave a comment |
| | "Man I feel bad for the people who think Japan is a hotbed of quirky deviancy and wacky joy and then go over there and find out that the wacky is just spill over from having one of the most oppressive conformist cultures on Earth with really dull tv." | | comments: 6 comments or Leave a comment |
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| | Okay, if you were an employer, would you hire someone who has "Learned invaluable knowledge of natural order, interconnected ecosystems" written on his resume (when talking about my pet store job)? | | comments: 5 comments or Leave a comment |
| | Time: | 01:55 am | | Current Mood: | ![[mood icon]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/mood/marcus/beheadedboy/28.gif) stressed |
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| So I am working on papers now, and will continue to work for the next few weeks. It's madness. But meanwhile I seem to vent my frustrations by editing my resume and make it sound like some ridiculous bullshit. I'm not quite sure when I started doing this tonight, but I have now almost rewritten my resume with such gems as "mastered art of instructional communications" and "learned true meaning of friendship" and "tactfully arranged constructional synergy" and to top it off I have "organizational challenges met; now prepared in case of any and all emergencies." Part of this is that I'm pissed because I cannot seem to find an internship, that somehow I do not have a social network. And people keep suggesting that I work at Concordia Language Camp (Mori no Ike , the Japanese language camp) where I would have to live as Skip's lackey counselor. Thanks, but not for me. Plus I hate camps.
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