I've been drinking

That's right, drinking.  Went out with a friend who was visiting from Chicago.  It was a swell time.  Saw some bands play: So So Radio, Hacienda, and the Greenhornes.  So So Radio was so so, Hacienda was great, and the Greenhornes would have been great, but the lead guitarist/lead singer just stood there, barely moving.  He kind of ruined the upbeat mood of the band.  Be ashamed.  But yeah, caught up, had some beers, watched some music, had some more beers, made it home, and now I am blogging.  And now I am going to sleep.  Peace.

Here's a sample of hacienda.  They's rockin, yo.

Drunk on Power

I'm watching the 2nd greatest movie trilogy of all time: Back to the Future (Second to the original Star Wars of course).  Probably would draw serious consideration if I was stranded on a desert island, just because I can watch them over and over again.  I think everyone wants to change the present for the future.  It's thoughts like these that keep me up at night.  If I could go back in time to alter my future, what would I change?  Try and motivate a past self to do better?  Try to alter the course of my destiny in a simple way?  Prevent myself from the most major screw ups in my life?  Who knows.  It's not like I can jump in a DeLorean and find out.  Because where I'm going, all I have is roads.

IT'S FRIDAY

Bullshit

So, today I went for a job interview in data entry.  Showed up early, dressed nice, shaved, the whole nine yards.  Go into the interview, and every one of my responses are spot on.  I get the HR rep chuckling with a few well placed jokes, and I could tell that she saw I could do the job.  Then one of the supervisors for the position came in.  Dickbag.  Not a smile from this motherfucker.  He asks about my work history, I do the same song and dance, nothing.  He grills me about my performance record, and just disregards my education focusing on how I was only in a temp job for seven months.  A FUCKING TEMPORARY JOB.  But he finally relents a little, and I think I've got him, until the end of the interview when he says one thing: "We're really looking for someone with experience with Data entry.  That's our prerogative."  I respond with "Yes.  I totally understand that.  But I think that my education may rectify that problem. My English degree focused primarily on writing.  Once I take the performance test, I'm sure you'll be pleasantly surprised."  He kind of glowers, and then says pretty much the same thing, then leaves.  The HR rep says she let me know.  So, instead of posting in their ad that they're looking for experience, they make it sound like an entry-level position.  I don't think I'm getting the job.  So, on my way back from the interview, I stopped and got a bottle of cheap wine, which I drank tonight.  So I'm drunk, sitting in my basement, watching Season 4 of the Venture Brothers that I borrowed from a friend.  Feels bad man.

Upside, finished my taxes.  Making BANK, but I can't fucking really spend that much of it.  Gonna go get me a GRE prep book so I can go to grad school and get my shit together in life.

On a similar note, I'm currently working on another blog project.  A more specific blog project.  An Awesome project.  So awesome, that the world may not be ready for it.  Stay tuned

A Fucked Up Day

So, this day has been fucking strange.  After a late night playing video games with a friend, I went home to get some sleep.  My bed is broken.  One of the legs on the bed gave way, in a direction that I was sleeping.  So I collapsed into the concrete floor of my basement and hurt my neck, which has been hurting all day.  Fantastic.

The bed thing is not the most fucked up thing to happen today.  This morning, a police officer in Fond du Lac, Wisconsin was shot and killed in a standoff.  Normally, not something I'd pay a incredible amount of attention to, other than sympathetic feelings towards his family.  This is a little different.  His name was Craig Birkholz, and for a year and a half, he was my Residential Adviser at the University of Wisconsin-Oshkosh.

I didn't know Craig super well, but I knew him in his capacity as RA and as person.  He was a good guy.  Sometimes strict, enforcing the dorm rules and so on, but he was never a dick about it.  A lot of people were friends with him in the dorm.  He was well liked.  I liked him.  It's really fucked up.  I hadn't seen him since I moved out of the dorm after my Junior year (I spent a year longer in the dorms than I had to, in a single room, because all my friends had moved in with each other and I was the lone man out).  That was in 2007.  I saw him a few times around campus, obviously.  UW-Oshkosh isn't a huge campus; It's really easy to see the same people all the time.  Needless to say, it's fucked up.  Pretty sure I said that already, but I don't know how many times I can stress it.  I could say that I wish I knew him better, but I won't.  My deepest sympathies to his wife.

Here's the full story from Fond du Lac's local paper:
http://www.fdlreporter.com/article/20110320/FON0101/110320041/Fond-du-Lac-police-officer-killed-line-duty?odyssey=tab|topnews|text|FRONTPAGE

Feels bad man

A Good Day is Seemingly Rare in this Day and Age

St. Patrick's day was a success on my end. Got a little tipsy, hung out with a couple of friends, listened to music, and had a good time. Malt liquor may be the greatest invention of all time, mainly for poorfags like me.

But, I have a bit of good news. First, I was contacted today regarding a job offer. Nothing super exciting, just a data entry position for an insurance company. But still, a job is a job, and it will give me a chance to get on decent financial footing for the future.  I've got an interview set up for next Tuesday, so it's a start.

Now, today also brought this little jewel in the mail:

That's right.  Stuff from Google.  High Five.

To finish up my good day yesterday, three things happened.  The first is that a friend of mine who I haven't seen in over a year is returning for a visit, which is pretty awesome.  He's a good guy, and he moved to Chicago after hie and his girlfriend called it quits.  The second is that I have officially burned a bridge between an ex and myself, allowing me a chance at recovery from the fucking scorched earth campaign that was our relationship.  I wish her all the best as she returns to the volatile hellpit that spawned her.  Finally, at number three, the University of Wisconsin Men's Basketball team advanced to the next round in the NCAA tournament.  I'm not a huge sports fan, but the Badger's are my team, so best of luck to them.

As for the construction, look for it next week.  I may also change the format of my blog: instead of a self-deprecating blog of personal failure, I may add something to that.  A return to my original intent perhaps, a blog that is not only autobiographical but a showcase of my attempts at creativity.  We'll see.  Maybe a job will give my life the structure it needs

St. Patty's

As an American of primarily Irish descent, it is apparently my sacred duty to celebrate the exodus of my ancestors from the Emerald Isle with drunken abandon. However, because of my lack of funds, i will be joining two of my also poor friends in an act of solidarity: spending 5 dollars each on malt liquor and getting drunk in the privacy of my friend's apartment. But to be Irish, we will be drinking a beverage with a psuedo-Irish name: Mickey's. So wherever you are, gentle reader, if you have a beverage, hoist it high on this celebration of America's ability to bastardize a culture and turn it into a drunken party. Who was St. Patrick? Who the fuck cares, let's get bombed!

So I'll go ahead and leave my favorite Dropkick Murphys song, because goddamn if I don't know a single Irish artist who's not Thin Lizzy or the Pogues. Or U2, but let's face it, fuck U2.



Oh yeah, I've been busy with a renewed job hunt and the possibility of being out of town for a few days this weekend, so the new designs won't likely go through until next week.