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[kokopellinelli]

I look out my window this morning and what do I see? One of those bleak, bloodless days when everything seems to be covered with a gray watercolor wash. A cold misty drizzle is falling and the sky is utterly flat. Nothing moves except for smoke curling from a chimney across the field.

My feet are cold.

My roommate is asleep on the couch. I should probably wake her up in another half-hour or so, because she has work today, but as it is, at this moment, I don't even want to be awake right now, so I'll leave her alone for a while longer.

That last paragraph suddenly appears to be utterly useless, as she has awakened on her own and stumbled off to shower. So now it's just me, on a virus-ridden computer, with a gray lonely day outside, cold feet, and the remote control too far away to even lend me the company of some kind of stupid talk show.

Though I will get up in just a minute to get it. Because soon Maury will be on.

The most worrisome thing to think about right now is my jobsearch. I'm hoping to hear from the vet place today. If not, it's looking once again through the ads that cry the need for someone with a B.S. in biology or engineering, or someone with 2 or more years experience inspecting bottles.

No one ever advertises the need for a proofreader. Though I have seen an ad for movie and commercial extras, no experience needed. But it's in Milwaukee and do I REALLY want to work there? Noooooo. Not that they would hire me anyway. They SAY that all looks are welcome, but I doubt they really mean it.

My eyes are doing that burny thing that they do when they don't think I've had enough sleep. To which I say, "Fuck you, Eyes, if you thought we needed more sleep you shouldn't have woke me up this morning."

Damn it's cold in here. Maybe what this day needs is a cup of hot cocoa, some of my dad's old wool socks, and my new hoody. Then maybe everything will be alright.

I'm hungry. I hadn't noticed till just now. Should it be "till" or "til?" I mean, "til" would seem to make more sense if it's an abbreviation of "until," but it looks funny, whereas "till" is that thing a cashier puts money into. But...really...do I even care?

Anyway. Where was I?

Cocoa. Yeessssssssss.

I hope everyone else has a better, prettier, stay-warmer day than we have here. Off to find the food.

Comments

[milestogo13.livejournal.com]

The irony of no classified ads looking for proofreaders is that many of them are poorly written and even more poorly spelled. Grrr, people.

I hope things get sunnier for you. *nod*

[kokopellinelli]

The irony of no classified ads looking for proofreaders is that many of them are poorly written and even more poorly spelled.

I KNOW. It's horrible. I read the ads and say "That is misspelled, that is misspelled...what the hell is that comma doing there, and its and it's are NOT THE SAME THING" but do they listen?

I can't believe no one can read my mind. Life is so unfair.

[milestogo13.livejournal.com]

Yeah, people like us should definitely be telepathic for the good of the whole. But only selectively. It would be like the more sophisticated file sharing services, where we would get to decide which "thoughts" were open for sharing among everyone else, while everything else is kept strictly off limits.

And then the RIAA would sue us, just out of pure reflex response. And we could make their president's head explode with our minds.

In my world we could, at least. *sigh*

[kokopellinelli]

Aaaaaaaaaand what is RIAA?

I would look it up but I think I'm lazy.

I am reminded of the JtHM where all the people in heaven can make each other's heads explode when they get angry. There have been some times I can think of when that would definitely have come in handy.

[hellziggy.livejournal.com]

RIAA is the music police. The ones who fined the 13 year old girl for illegal downloads.

[kokopellinelli]

Ahh, thanks. Those jerks.

[milestogo13.livejournal.com]

"I have head asplody!!!"

"You killed my gwamma! Pwepare to die!!!"

I love that comic...

The RIAA is the Recording Industry Association of America, they're the group that's been filing lawsuits against anyone who even thinks about mp3s and file sharing for too long. I'm certain they'd go after telepaths too, if they could, because they'd be convinced we were using our superpowers to share music from brain to brain.

[kokopellinelli]

What an absolutely unique idea! I mean, it would probably require electrodes and wires and colander helmets, but if we could prepare a brain-to-brain music-sharing helmet, it would sell like hotcakes.

...I've never actually understood that phrase...do hotcakes REALLY sell that well?

Anyway. If you did the inventing, I could proofread the ads and answer phones and stuff, and before long, VIOLA! Instant millionaires. It's foolproof.

(Yes, I meant to spell it "viola" because that's how I say it. I know it's not right. I don't care.)

Instant millionaires. Just add water. And brown sugar for flavor.

[hellziggy.livejournal.com]

One time I saw an ad for a proofreader and the company's name was spelled two different ways in the same ad!

BTW, I always spell it 'til, with an apostrophe for the missing letters.

[kokopellinelli]

Doesn't stuff like that make you cringe? But at least they knew they needed a proofreader. Wow. If I was able to find an ad like that, I would snap it up so fast...

Thanks for the 'til opinion.