Once upon a time, I spent lots of time on the interweb. Then I was temporarily employed. Then I was not. Then I was again. Now I post only to say, um, things have happened. A lot more has not. There's a reason I don't take time to post. Well, that, and the lack of readership. Dear Reader, you don't exist!
I am still temporarily employed. If you don't know where, guess. I'll reward points for accuracy and/or creativity. There may even be a prize!
I have been at this place since October 13, 2006. This is a long freakin time to be a temp, guldurnit. At least they're buying me pizza today. And there's a pretty good Indian/Pakistani restaurant next door. And there's a Starbucks a couple of blocks up the hill. Not that I can afford to buy food or coffee when I'm paid a couple dollars over minimum/hour. Arg.
Mom is no longer married to Dad. A lot of crap happened to lead to this dis-marital state. There is a lot of shit still flowing down the pipe, though. Bad, bad shit. I don't want to go into it further, as I don't have time to rant about my asshole father, mysogynists, women who enable them, lawyers, and the clusterfuck of it's-not-what-you-know-but-who-you-know-ness that is the Capital Region.
I should be getting back to work. Work which is leading me to knowing a hell of a lot more about patent prosecution and intellectual property protection that I will ever, ever need anywhere but here. Damn it. Work which also entails cleaning up the fuck-ups of the past fifteen or so years. It's weird to look at agreements and patent applications and think, I was in sixth grade that year, and then realize how fucking old that makes the patent/agreement. This makes me sad. Which is why I watch cartoons.
In other, fluffier news...
I think my mom and I may be the only two people in America who like HBO's new series, John from Cincinnati. I am mostly convinced that every critic from EW is smoking crack: they hate JfC but love, love, lurve American Idol, which I almost spelled American Idiot, which is how one would describe someone who actually likes the celebration of mediocrity that is AI. No one, naturally, cares about my opinion re television programming, except for my mother, who agrees with me.
Watching Flight of the Conchords makes me happy like eating ice cream shop ice cream from an in-shop-made waffle cone makes me happy. Huzzah for kiwis!
Where the hell did Creature Comforts go? Three weeks and it's gone? WTF, CBS?
Have yet to see Pirates of the Caribbean: At World's End. I'm the last person on earth who wanted to see the movie but hasn't who isn't living in a war zone or slum of some sort.
Go see Ratatouille. It is hilarious and breath-takingly animated and very well done. It also made me leave the theater, not just hungry for good French food, but wanting to cook. Yay, Brad Bird!
