Mood sad

R.I.P. Wesley Willis

1963-2003

1. When was the last time you laughed? A few hours ago when Corinna was here. :)
2. Who was the last person you had an argument with? I insisted to Corinna that Jamie-Lee Curtis showed the dirty pillows in Halloween, and she disagreed. According to the CNDB I was wrong on that one.
3. Who was the last person you emailed? Some douche on a mailing list.
4. When was the last time you bathed? 24 hours ago, but if you ask me again in 15 minutes it will be 0 minutes ago.
5. What was the last thing you ate? A cookie.

I have to prepare the dish I am bringing to the big Barbeque in Rochester tomorrow. Should only take an hour, but I have to put it in the deep freeze so it will hopefully survive the 7 hour car trip in a car with no A/C. We will see how that works out for me. :)

As stated, I am heading into Rochester early tomorrow to go to the big barbeque at Scoot’s. Drop a line if you want to hang out (although the weekend is pretty well spoken for…).

It couldn’t possibly be that the movies suck, now, could it?

Last night, Corinna opened my eyes to one of the most far-reaching conspiracies known to man. And now that I am awake, I feel that it is my obligation to not only spread the word, but lead the cause to end this crime against humanity.

Square boxes of tissues cost twice as much as rectangular boxes. Don’t believe me? Next time you are at the supermarket check it out. What is so special about square boxes that they cost twice as much? Are the two not made of cardboard? Do they not contain the same product? It’s incredible, and I am going to boycott square boxes of tissues (despite their desktop real-estate allure) until this situation is rectified. I hope you join me in this cause.

Welcome to metal detecting, the world’s worst hobby.

I like David Byrne. David Byrne Likes PowerPoint. I hate PowerPoint. Divide By Zero error.

A few weeks ago I mentioned, in passing, a travel experience in a Friday Five post that Pat asked me to expand upon. It’s been quite awhile since this happened, so I’m sorry if the details are hazy.

A few years back, maybe five or six, I went to Virginia Beach for a week with the family… Chuck came along, and my sisters brought friends as well. We were in this really nice condo, way high up on the 12th floor or somesuch, overlooking the beach and the ocean, it was awesome. While the Virginia Beach area doesn’t have the hokey splendor of Seaside Heights, it was a nice relaxing time.

One night, we were out looking for something to eat, and people started getting impatient… We eventually agreed on this buffet place we saw earlier… I hadn’t been to a buffet restaurant since Sizzler as a kid, so I didn’t really know what to expect. I wish I could remember the name of this place, perhaps one of my family members will read this and post a comment here. Anyway, the place looked alright from the outside, but I remember walking in the door, and there was this really long stairway up to the restaurant. It was covered with really dark, spooky red carpeting, which in concert with the aqua-kitsch on the walls gave the place a distinct “Spooky David Lynch Movie Set” feel. I remember commenting to the family that I thought the place was completely unreal from the first minute we set foot inside.

We get to the top of the stairs, and the place is interestingly large, yet almost completely empty. There is a bar, with a bunch of really busted people sitting at it, all of which turned and kind of gave us a staredown as we got to the host podium. We are seated, and we are given flatware and plates to go start digging into the buffet. Larissa’s friend (who I notoriously didn’t get along with) had some nasty shit on her flatware, and the waitron seemed completely annoyed that she wanted it exchanged. We ordered our drinks and walked up to the buffet.

Now, based on the cavernous expanse that was this dining hall, I expected this buffet to be a bit more substantial, but it consisted of about 18-20 trays. I wasn’t big on fish at that point in my life, but even if I was, the fish plates (which accounted for the majority of the trays) were smelling extraordinarily fishy. Not just fishy, though, spoiled fish. In fact, it was at this moment that I noticed that the place smelled faintly of rotting fish. I went from tray to tray, and eventually decided to try some spaghetti-type-substance, some mac and cheese, and lots of bread. I went back to the table.

To add to the already surreal atmosphere, I sat down at the table and the entire party was just sitting at their seats staring at their plates. It was like everybody knew they SHOULD be eating, but were too disgusted to actually attempt the act. Slowly, people started to peck at their plates. I was confounded by how completely this restaurant screwed up both the spaghetti and the mac & cheese. It was completely revolting, in a way I never imagined macaroni could be. I must have turned green or something, because whoever was sitting across from me shot me a sympathetic glare. We were all reduced to kind of pushing food around on our plate.

My parents paid the bill, and on the way to the car my sisters noticed a McDonalds next door. They made a beeline there. I said I was too full, but I was really just sick to my stomach.

I love google.

I’ve been doing the job search thing all day. How is that different from a usual day, you ask? Because in the past few days I have lowered my sights dramatically… I have applied for movie theaters, computer stores, etc. It’s really saddening, to tell you the truth. I feel like I am taking a step back in life to where I was before RIT. I was never in software for the money or any of that crap, I wanted to be a programmer since I was a boy… I was always a computer nerd, and IMHO, I’m a pretty good engineer. But the market just blows so badly… I feel like I have sent out a billion resumes in the 10 months I have been out of work and I have gotten nowhere closer to a job than I was 10 months ago.

Fuck.