Job interviews make me hate Francis Ford Coppola

Ok got a job interview on Wednesday with a bank in Lakewood (denver suburb). Sounds like a cool gig and the pay wouldn't be bad at all. Hope I get it, but job interviews freak me out. I mean where you work is a pretty big impact on your life and well getting a 45 min. dose of me is a whole helluva lot different than an everyday dose of me. First of all, strangers suck. Any time I meet a stranger that isn't a hot chick I immediately play "friend or foe" although I've changed it so it's more like "foe until proven otherwise." Basically I come across as a prick, and I'm aware of this. It's built into my nature. My cavemen ancestors were probly stuck up pricks too. Fuck that, I'll kill my own mastodon, you dick, even if it will probly eat my face. But if I like you after a while I warm up and turn into a loyal dude. Like Tom Hagen in the Godfather. Homeboy was loyal to the end. Err... was loyal until he didn't get the same pay as Pacino to appear in the 3rd one. But that was probly because Francis Ford Coppola was a dick. Talented, but a dick. I mean did he seriously think his daughter was the best for her role in the 3rd? Was his thought "oh wow in my totally unbiased highly professional objective opinion, this Sofia Coppola is all that epitomizes great thespian acting. I think I will consider her for the role, but will be mindful if an even more superior actress comes along." Or was it "damn, I'm the shit, fuck yeah my daughter's gonna be all up in this shit. Man fuck Duvall. Who cares who Tom Hagen is his name aint mutha fuckin' Tom Coppola is it?!?"




add-on: I've been having the "get a dog" itch for quite a long time now. The breed I think I wanna get is a boston terrier. Those dogs are awesome. They're crazy looking, super smart, super loyal and actually pretty lazy. And they're small enough that I can take them into wherever I'll be living in the future w/o problems, and they don't take big shits. Also, they don't bark hardly ever, so no goddamn yapping. Also, I've changed my future dog's name. I was gonna name it Ballard, after one of my favorite jazz drummers, Jeff Ballard, but I decided that I have so many favorite drummers I'd need about 40 dogs to name them after my favorites. So new choice is Daley. Like it for a bunch of reasons; 1. It's sort of like Bailey, a well-known dog's name, but just a lil different sounding which is cool. 2. It's Celtic (see the Boston-Ireland-Celtic connection? See what I did there?) For "advisor." I love the idea of calling my small loyal smart dog my advisor. And somehow "consigliere" isn't that great of a dog's name. 3. It's a homophone for "daily", as in "one day at a time," a philosophy of life that has become extremely important to me. (I actually stumbled upon this name and liked it the more I read about it. I wasn't even looking for a name for a future dog. Weird how stuff works sometimes.)

Anyway, going to bed.

(when anyone reads this, they'll notice right away that my blog is just for stream of consciousness typing. Even if I were to find out I had 0 readers ever it would still exist. And would never have a focus. I just sit down and write whatever comes out.)

Also, how do I change the color of the background of my blog? Not the blue or red backgrounds, but the "Linda-Blair-just-puked-on-your-blog-while-possessed-by-an-overrated -1970- movie's-demon-and-the-old-priest-is-going-to- overact-and-jump-out-a-window" green.

This is embarrassing, someone take me away from Harry Potter

Back when Pottermania was first hitting, I put it off as a fad. I wanted nothing to do with it. I was nearing the end of high school, and felt that I was above books. Especially books about wizards. I mean what the hell is that, I thought, what's so magical about having to read? Reading sucks. I'm gonna play my drums.

I remember in 99 or so picking up my grandma from the airport and she asked me if I was reading the new Harry Potter.
My voice got lower (I don't know if I was trying to impress my grandma with my manliness or if I thought she was going deaf and could only hear low sounds, I was pretty dumb back then) and I replied: "yeah!" (gave a thumbs up then frowned as I shifted it to a thumbs-down.)
For those keeping score: I lowered my 14-yr old voice to impress my grandma, I used an expression that was played-out when the Berlin Wall fell, and insulted her intelligence when she had just flown across the country to see our family. Yeah, I was such a badass 14 yr old.


Flash forward to the summer after my fresh year in college, and ffej (who used to work at a theater) takes me on a straight-man-date to see the harry potter movie that was out, for free. Cool free movie, whatever I'll go. I liked it. A lot. But you know what I liked most about it? No reading. Reading still sucks, especially now that I had turned into a college man who was introduced to stuff like beer; which was the anti-book, or in other words: awesome.


Well flash forward to last week, when I was bored so I picked up the first HP novel. Cool it's like written for a 6th grader, I can do this. I liked it. More than I was willing to admit. It even cut into my looking-at-porn-time. Which is basically sacred. I knew the books got thicker and had bigger words as they went, but that evil genius / sataness (it's a word, if I say so) Rowling makes the change in difficulty gradual so I didn't notice until it was too late. Well now as of writing this I've read up through book five in about 10 days. Yeah, that's about 250 pages a day. I'll probly be done with all 7 by Friday or so. I read fast, and have been staying up way too late trying to figure out what happens to Harry and that hot jailbait Emma Wats- er.... Hermione. I CANT STOP READING!! FUCK YOU WORDS! STOP MAKING ME THINK!! BOOKS ARE FOR GIRLS WHO SIT IN THE BACK OF CLASS AND READ STAR WARS NOVELS AND DON'T BRUSH THEIR HAIR OR WASH THEIR FACE!! (off topic but we all knew one... yeah even 14 yr old me looked cool compared to her. She sucked).


Oh how the mighty have fallen. I used to think I was cool. Now I just wish I was at Hogwarts...

First Blog Post

Ok,
Seems to be tons of confusion about where I am / what I'm doing. Basically I'm living with my brother in Colorado Springs until I can find a job that won't make me want to jump off a bridge. My cell # is still the same (if you don't have it, don't ask), but for some reason quite a bit of my incoming calls aren't even registering on my phone, just random voicemails showing up days after the fact. So yeah that blows.

Anyway, keep in touch, I'm going to take myself off facebook and all other sites like that, as I see no need for them anymore. So enjoy my pages there while you can.

Today I applied for a couple bank jobs and started searching a site KJack's mom gave me: usajobs.gov . Applying for gov't jobs is kinda weird but hey they pay better than I thought they would (actually comparable to everything else I've applied for), and well the gov't is everywhere so I could transfer to wherever the hell I wanted in the future. Which is nice...

Later.