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[Permalink 2002-05-31] I Never Said I Was Bright II

May 31, 2002:

Another example of how graduating from college doesn't necessarily make one intelligent.

First, the backstory: When TCI first wired Pittsburgh with cable, they decided to overcome the 30-channel limitation by installing two lines. Twenty-some years later, we're still stuck with that system. Which means I have an A/B switch sitting on top of the VCR.

OK, time for the idiocy part. On Saturday nights, Cartoon Network puts on three hours of anime called Adult Swim. Most of these cartoons are serialized, so if you miss an episode you have some catch-up work to do. Since Rob & Allison's wedding reception was Saturday night I set the VCR to record the two I like. Then I watched an episode of Voyager on channel 19, one of two worthwile channles on B-cable. Then I forgot to switch it back before I left.

So Sunday morning (all right, afternoon) I cranked up the VCR and found that I had recorded ... an hour of PBS. Oops.

[Permalink 2002-05-30] I Never Said I Was Bright...

May 30, 2002:

Allow me to pose a hypothetical situation: Say you were let go from your job a while ago. Things went OK for a while, but last month you had to pay some of your bills with a credit card. Now, let's assume you're about to embark on a 120-mile drive along a rural route (let's pull US-30 out of thin air) to visit your family for a long weekend. Knowing that money's a little tight, should you fulfill your lead-foot habit and cruise through rural Ohio at 70 mph?

Guess what your friendly neighborhood dumbass decided on. Like I needed another $150 cost to absorb.


[Permalink 2002-05-29] Is There an Allergist in the House?

May 29, 2002:

Several years ago, I had bad allergies and asthma, and I got allergy shots on a regular basis. Some time around the time I got to high school, the doctor decided that I didn't need the shots any more.

Now that I'm not going camping once a month with the Boy Scouts any more, my hay fever seems to have picked back up since I got to college. I had some trouble when I was living at Rob's place, but I eventually could be around the cat without turning into a giant ball of snot.

But now I'm watching Rob and Allison's cats while they're on their honeymoon. When I got back from their place last night (covered in cat hair of course) I was in horrible shape. My eyes watered and itched, my nose was running like there was no tomorrow, I was sneezing and I generally felt like shit.

So my question is: Does the immune system of a formerly-allergic person "forget" how to handle antigens, or am I just psychosomatically screwing myself over here?

[Permalink 2002-05-28] Rambling On About My Antisocialness

May 28, 2002:

I was at Rob and Allison's wedding reception last night, watching as people danced and congregated into groups once the DJ got started. I, as usual, was sitting by myself watching it all happen.

It's always been that way, or at least it's been that way for as long as I can remember clearly. I don't walk over and join one of the groups because I feel like I won't fit it right or, even worse, be completely unwelcome. This even happens if most of the group are people that I consider my friends.

At one point I had walked halfway over to join a group, realized that I only knew five of the eight people there, and turned back. I got back to my seat and started wondering what the hell was wrong with me. After all, this isn't the kind of behavior I'd expect from a normal person. Here's what I came up with:

I am the master of killing a conversation. This is one that goes way back. There's a good conversation going, I throw in my two cents, and it just dies right then and there. I'm not talking about a conversation that was fading out, I'm talking about a full-blown, everybody-participating conversation that I can apparently nuke with just a few seconds of speech. I can almost feel the others trying to close the circle a little bit and pinch me off. Which leads me to...

It seems like I'm not so much liked as tolerated. The best example I can think of is my former coworkers. They were all really cool people, people I'd like to go out drinking with. We'd all eat lunch together and chat until the hour ended, then we'd all (there were usually at least half a dozen of us) head back to the office. And I think I saw them after work once. I'd ask at lunch on Friday if anyone was going drinking after work, and they'd say they didn't know. So I'd leave at 5:00 only to find out Monday that everyone had stuck around until 5:30 then 20 people had gone out and had a good time. The same kinds of things happened with my college friends too but that was always mitigated by the fact that I didn't turn 21 until my senior year.

I always feel like I'm imposing. At the reception last night, the group of eight people I mentioned were sitting around one of the tables, which sat eight. For me to join I would have had to bring in a chair, plop it down and try to wedge my way in. It's the same when it's just a group of people standing around, but not as noticeable as hauling a small piece of furniture around. Something in me just doesn't like doing that; I feel like it looks very needy and attention-starved. Granted, I am attention-starved; I just don't like looking attention-starved. So instead I mope over in a corner, which is just as readily apparent as latching onto a group, but it's easier.

I can't dance worth a damn and I know it. I've always felt really conspicuous when I try to dance. I know I have no rythym (like the white skin wasn't enough to tell you that) but unlike other people I just can't seem to shake the mental image of what a retard I must look like while I'm out there. So after a song or two I again retreat to my self-imposed isolation.

This is why I don't like going out -- there's nothing that'll ruin your day like realizing just how fucked up you are. But every once in a while I get talked into it and I go. At first I have a good time, but then what appears to be the natural order of things reestablishes itself and I begin to wonder why I bothered in the first place.

And just think: I was even worse in high school. It's a wonder I didn't go completely insane.

[Permalink 2002-05-27] Pointless Star Trek Analysis

May 27, 2002:

(I guess I've just been on a Trek kick lately.)

Anyway, I was watching Next Generation again, this one from the seventh season. I noticed that in Data's exchanges with Worf he showed what could be considered emotion. And at the end, he definitely showed he had a little bit of an evil streak to him.

I like that. Over the seven seasons of the show Data gradually ... well, "evolved" is probably the best word for it ... from just a collection of circuits that had to be legally classified as alive into a person. Not a human, obviously, but a person nonetheless. He might not have realized he had emotions and a sense of humor, but he had them nonetheless.

Then they ruined it in Generations. They installed an emotion chip (which was at least from an episode and not just out of the blue) and he turned into King Wuss. I realize that a being suddenly being subjected to fear would find it paralyzing, but he'd already felt confusion and apprehension. Why not have him continue to grow, instead of just slapping a chip into the character and calling it done?

The worst thing is, they didn't even need to do it. Here's what they got for their tampering with a well-developed character:

Of course, in the next movie Data got turned on by the Borg Queen. And I ain't talkin' about the switch in his back. But I would have preferred to see that happen without the chip. The realization that she could have that effect on him would have added even more to his confusion.

Ah well, it wasn't the first time Star Trek screwed up something it should've left well enough alone. And nothing would've made Generations a good movie.

[Permalink 2002-05-25] "I'm Not Dead Yet!"

May 25, 2002:

Just downloaded Netscape 7's first public beta. It's based on Mozilla's 1.0 Release Candiadate 2, so it's not as out of date as the last version of Netscape was.

And it looks good. AOL took out the UI that allows users to block popup windows and images, but I can copy the necessary stuff over from my Mozilla profile -- it's only inactive, not removed. I'm using the Classic skin (made to emulate version 4's look) to be able to tell it apart from Moz, and Classic isn't as hideous as I remember. There's some extra AOL and RealPlayer stuff that gets deposited on the desktop, and I'd recommend choosing a custom install to avoid getting saddled with yet another copy of AIM. You'll also have to edit your preferences to remove some crap from your personal toolbar.

But if someone's afraid to try Mozilla due to its "eternal beta" status, I'd have to say Netscape 7 is a good choice. And if AOL starts using it in its client, "professional" webmasters will be forced to write standards-compliant pages (oh, the horror!). Here's to the reignition of the Browser War.

[Permalink 2002-05-24] More About The West Wing

May 24, 2002:

This is becoming one of my favorite shows. The second half of the final act very much reminded me of the last scenes from The Godfather. I'm not going to be able to describe this well, but the scene cuts between the president watching the play "The Wars of the Roses" and a military team taking down a terrorist who happens to be the defense minister of an Arabic government. There were no spoken lines, and the soundtrack kept up the play, even during the military scenes. It makes me realize just how well Coppolla put that scene together, and the director (Sorkin?) did a good job of recycling it.

[Permalink 2002-05-23] "I Vant To See ze Tapestries!"

May 23, 2002:

A couple weeks ago I saw an old episode of Next Generation called "Tapestry." In summary, Picard is shot at close range, and his mechanical heart goes wacky, causing him to die. The superbeing "Q" allows him to go back and make sure his need for the artifical heart never happens. Picard makes the change, then warps back to the present day... to find he never made it past Lieutenant, JG, and basically floats from assignment to assignment with no sense of purpose. He decides to change things back, even though he might die: "I would rather die as the man I was than live the life I just saw."

Now, what the hell does this have to do with me? I'm getting there.

Given that I've been unemployed for a while, and am having a little trouble finding work (not entirely my fault; one of the places I interviewed at hasn't finished the first round of interviews) I've been abnormally introspective. Looking back at decisions I made, in reverse order: Mouthing off to my second-level-up boss and getting fired, not looking for a new job sooner, deciding to work in Web development, leaving NROTC, changing my major from Physics to History, joining the fraternity, deciding to go to Carnegie Mellon. But what if I'd made different decisions?

If I were still at the job, I probably would've been fired by now anyway, and I'd probably have a hole in my stomache as well. If I'd gotten another job, I might have found a place that wasn't as willing to let me learn by doing, and I'd be worth less money right now. And what would I have done if I hadn't gotten into the Web? I don't know either, but I doubt I'd enjoy it. I might have been able to stay in ROTC, but would I have enjoyed eight years of life in the Navy? I'm not sure. Not changing my major probably would have led to me failing out, so I'll skip that. If I'd passed on joining the fraternity I might have had better grades, but I doubt I would have had many friends, either. And who knows what the hell would have happened if I'd gone to Ohio State instead of CMU.

"There were loose ends in my life that I wasn't happy with. But when I tried to pull them out, the tapestry of my life came undone." Hey, Picard has good writers -- they said it more poetically than I could have. Basically these experiences, no matter how much I think they suck, have made me the person that I am. And I like me, so I guess I'll take them.

Besides, the first thing they teach you in history is not to play games of what-if. There are too many variables to predict. Just deal with what happened, it'll be plenty. Those history professors are a lot more intelligent than people give them credit for.

[Permalink 2002-05-22] Education or Agenda?

May 22, 2002:

After Smallville went off, I turned on a special on PBS. (In other words, I was bored out of my skull.) It was about evolution and mass-extinctions, so it was fairly interesting in its own right. I caught it at about the time they got to the mass-extinction at the beginning of the Triassic Period (the one that allowed the dinosaurs and mammals to evolve), and proceeded to the "KT Event" that wiped out the dinos 65 million years ago.

Those were mass extinctions four and five that geologists and archaeologists have been able to find. The show then jumped to the present day and posed the question: Are we, as the only industrial species ever to eveolve here, playing the same role as the "KT" asteroid and causing mass extinction number six? It's an interesting question, because no other species in the three-billion-year history of life on Earth compares to humanity in terms of raw potential.

But there's a problem. Since we've come on the scene, the rate of extinction has allegedly increased by a factor of 100. That would mean a lot more to me if I knew (a) what the rate was before, (b) what the rate is now, (c) how far back we have reliable evidence, and (d) how this data was collected. If the data was collected, and the numbers arrived at in a scientifically valid manner, I'll readily agree that this could be a large problem. But I have a gut feeling that the numbers have been "massaged" a great deal to make them look the way they do.

Add to that the fact that this show apparently ran from 3,000,000,000 BCE to 500,000 BCE in an hour and fifteen minutes, and will spend the final 45 minutes on Humans = Bad. Am I the only one who thinks this screams, "Uber-environmentalist Agenda"? I'd hate to think I'm the only one out there who's that skepitcal (and cynical).

[Permalink 2002-05-21] Me, But Better

May 21, 2002:

As I was watching the first part of Spider-Man last week (the part before Peter Parker gets bitten) I found myself grimacing at most of the stuff Peter said and did. Not because they were poorly written or acted, but because I'd tried them all so many times and knew they were doomed to failure.

Now, I know that Peter's written that way on purpose -- he's supposed to be a kind of Everyman, and piss-poor luck with women is definitely a part of that. The eerie thing is just how much I was/am like Peter. Glasses? Check. Wimp? Check. Out of shape? Check. Pining away over a girl he's known for a decade? Check. Check a couple times over, actually. Geekish hobby? You're looking at mine.

The only real differences are that the women in my life weren't next door -- probably the only reason I'm still sane -- and I don't look like Tobey Maguire. But if anyone out there has a spider that seems to be glowing in the dark, let me know.

[Permalink 2002-05-20] Great Movies

May 20, 2002:

No matter how many times I see the movie, I never get tired of seeing the resolution of Shawshank Redemption. The whole sequence is put together well, and there's some pretty slick writing. Including one very subtle thing that it took me a few viewings to notice: When the warden finds the Bible in the safe instead of his ledger, he opens to the bookmarked page to see the hole Andy had cut out for the rock chisel. The Bible is open to the first page of Exodus.

[Permalink 2002-05-18] Sympathy

May 18, 2002:

In addition to my friends' blogs (like Shields and Tristan), I also check the blogs of a few of the Mozilla developers. Unfortunately, it looks like the average Mozilla user (a) doesn't bother to read up on the "standard" he's requesting support for and (b) bitches when the Mozilla developer (rightly) points out that the guy doesn't have the first clue what he's talking about. Examples:

Standards vs. Quirks Mode. Mozilla has two rendering modes. In Standards Mode, everything is laid out exactly as the specs say they should be. In Quirks Mode, some of the older browsers' oddities are emulated. This works out fairly well -- only a handful of document types trigger Standards Mode and everything else defaults to Quirks. In other words, it isn't breaking the Web, and it allows Web developers who know what they're doing (and this does not include people who use WYSIWYG editors) to code for the standards when they want/need to. Mozilla even keeps a list of which doctypes do what (unfortunately it seems to be out of date). But every once in a while, someone duplicates bug 22274 and then bitches about how he's being ignored, and Mozilla sucks, and how he's going to run home to Momma and use IE forever and ever and ever. Friggin' crybabies.

Alternate text. In the <IMG> tag, there is an attribute called "ALT". "ALT" is short for "alternate". It's where you put the information that a user wouldn't be able to do without if the image can't/won't be displayed (in a great many instances, that necessary text is the empty string -- <IMG ALT="">). Years ago, Netscape did a very stupid thing and put the ALT text into a tooltip that appears when the cursor sits on an image for a few seconds. Unfortunately, if you use image-based navigation, you need to duplicate the text of the images (like <IMG SRC="me.gif" ALT="Me">, for example) for people who can't see the images, so you wound up with a graphic that said "Me" and a tooltip that also said "Me". Can we all agree that's idiotic? But people have gotten used to it. So now there's bug 41924 in which a luser is arguing against supporting the standard so his old-style layout (for which he's using a new-style doctype, which screams "amateur") won't break. Basically: "I'm too stupid to do this for myself, bend to suit me."

And people wonder why it took four years to get a 1.0 release, when this is what the people who should be coding have to deal with. Guys, I feel your pain.

[Permalink 2002-05-17] Jason's Movie Reviews: Episode II

May 17, 2002:

A short time ago (3:00 PM EDT, 16 May) in a theater not far from here (Loews at the Waterfront)...

Well, it was better than Phantom Menace. Of course after Phantom Menace I would've been happy to see a bunch of Ewoks... Anyway, in some places it was even a good action movie.

I'm beginning to wonder if my dissatisfaction with the prequel trilogy is caused by the fact that I know how it has to end. Everybody knows that Anakin grows up to be Darth Vader, everyone knows that Padme Amidala's gonna sprout a set of twins who are Luke and Leia, everyone knows that Chancellor Palpatine becomes the Emporer and is also Darth Sidious. Everything else is really just filler.

But I think there's more to it than that. These last two movies just didn't seem like Star Wars movies. Sure, they had all the characters, but they just felt wrong. I have to agree with some of the online reviews I've seen: Lucas appears to be more concerned with how cool the backgrounds look than with the story itself. If he'd spent half the time he invested in effects on the script, I think the movie would've been much better.

As it was, the story seemed to take a back seat to the purty pictures. George, you need a well-written plot to make a movie interesting, to make it good. If all I wanted was cool imagery, I would've played a video game.

Anyway, onward into Spolier Country:

The only really good scenes I saw in the whole movie were toward the end: The Jedi fighting a seemingly endless wave of battle droids, followed immediately by Yoda showing up with the clone army (aside: I'd always figured the clones were the bad guys), and the Yoda-Dooku battle (more on that later). Everything else was just ... there. The love story between Ani and Padme were fairly well-done, but the dialogue made me gag in a couple places. People don't even talk like that in old B-movies.

Well, it advanced the story. We now know how Palpatine consolidated his power, and how he's apparently orchestrated the whole thing (on one side as Palpatine, on the other as Sidious). We saw the first part of Anakin's conversion to Vader, with him losing his arm in the fight with Dooku, a leak I unfortunately read and was thus waiting for. I probably would have seen it coming anyway, since Lucas seems to have gone to great pains to parallel Empire Strikes Back.

We saw the plans for the Death Star. This is both good and bad -- good, because it had to have been in planning for a great many years before its costruction and appearance in Star Wars; bad because Lucas retconned away the computer image from SW. Remember how the plans the Alliance dug up had the main weapon in the equator while it was about 45° latiutude on the real deal? The assumption was always that the rebels had very old plans. The "blueprints" shown in Clones, though, had the weapon in its final position: We're being asked to believe that the Rebels had 20-year-old plans to go on, and trusted them.

Anyway, some short takes:

Well, that's about it. In conclusion, worth a matinee showing (although I'd skip Saturday if I were you) but not worth eight bucks to see at night. Go rent Empire instead.

May the Force be with you. Or something.

[Permalink 2002-05-16] Jesus Tap-Dancing Christ, I'm a Geek

May 16, 2002:

I'm currently watching Star Trek II on TNN. I'm reciting damn near half the lines from memory. I have seen this movie way too many times.

[Permalink 2002-05-15] What the Hell Was the Detour Around?

May 15, 2002:

I went to Akron Monday night for a dinner -- the Akron chapter of the Browns Backers Worldwide fan club was having an awards ceremony for some of the players. Anyway, I get back to Pittsburgh to go home, and I'm on Blvd. of the Allies in Schenley Park. I get to the turnoff for the Schenley Park Bridge (that goes into CMU's campus) and there's a cop there blocking the road.

OK, so I'll go around. I cross the bridge, turn onto Schenley Drive to go through the golf course, and have to dodge to the other side of the road to avoid a downed tree. Then I get onto Serpentine Drive to finish the loop and get back to where I originally wanted to be. Again, tree in the road.

I made it home OK (and the power had stayed on the whole time), but I had to wonder: What on Earth did the cops have everyone detouring around, if the detour itself had two roadblocks?

[Permalink 2002-05-14] Back in the Swing of Things

May 14, 2002:

Just got back from rollerblading for the first time in a few weeks. (Hey, it's been cold here.) Made it to the jail and back this time; next time I'll try two laps. Or maybe a lap and a half, depending. Still need to get used to feeling the vibrations from the wheels in my arches again.

Note: Just so you don't think I'm a total slacker, I wrote this entry on May 4th.

[Permalink 2002-05-13] My New Favorite Credit Card

May 13, 2002:

I realized yesterday that I was going to need some cash, and since the state still hasn't gotten around to mailing me my check that meant I needed to do a cash advance with one of my credit cards. It had been so long since I'd done a cash advance (1996, maybe?) that I'd forgotten all my PINs and had to call the credit card companies to see about getting new ones. American Express was no help -- they couldn't assign me a new PIN over the phone so all they could do was mail me a form to request a new one.

Discover, on the other hand, said that they don't keep PIN information around (I'm guessing that means its encrytped so it can't be retrieved from the database easily) but I could recieve an emergency PIN that would be valid for 24 hours if I needed the money right at that instant. So the guy bounced me over to the Security people and they got my new PIN entered in. I drove to the ATM, made my withdrawl and went on with my day. I'll get a form for a new permanent PIN in a few days.

It's the simple things that make me prefer one company over another. Sure, Discover is slightly less secure, but they provide enough security that someone could steal my credit card from my apartment and not be able to get money. That's enough for me.

[Permalink 2002-05-11] Encouraging Promos

May 11, 2002:

Seeing as how I watch more than 5 minutes of TV a day, I've seen all of the Attack of the Clones previews. It looks really damn good. Of course, I thought Phantom Menace would be good too, and look how that turned out. I really want this to be a good movie; I've been a Star Wars geek almost as long as I've been a Star Trek geek. So here's hoping Lucas wrote a story that doesn't suck, wrote a main character who isn't a whiny brat, and popped a cap in Jar Jar Binks.

[Permalink 2002-05-10] Jason's Movie Reviews: Spider-Man

May 10, 2002:

Just got back from seeing Spider-Man. Definitely worth the five bucks for a matinee. A couple bits made me cringe, like Peter and later Mary Jane giving the whole "you mean so much to me" speeches. The rest of it was really good, though. They took a couple liberties with the comic-book version of Spidey (he has actual spinarettes on his wrists instead of building web-shooters) but all in all it was pretty true to the comics from what I could tell. They even found an excuse to have the half-Spidey-half-Peter face that Stan Lee seems to like so much.

The plot itself is pretty straightforward (it is, after all, based on a comic book) but it was paced well, was acted fairly well and had some great effects. Some people may argue with the Green Goblin wearing a mask instead of just looking that way, but the reason why it has to be that way will make sense to anyone who's seen the movie.

That's about all I can say without giving away too much plot, so, basically: Go see it.

PS: Saw the promo trailer for Hulk... looks like it's also gonna kick some ass. Just as long as they manage to fit a "you wouldn't like me when I'm angry" into it somewhere.

Note: If you saw yesterday's entry and were curious, I think the Giant Eagle interview went really well. And I almost never feel that way about an interview. Here's hoping I get the offer.

[Permalink 2002-05-09] Hmm

May 09, 2002:

Why do I always feel like my job interviews go badly? I always leave (or, in today's case, hang up) feeling like they felt like I was wasting their time.

When I first left the old job, I remarked to my friends that I wan't going through Tums like they're candy any more. Ever since today's (meaning Wednesday) and tomorrow's interviews were scheduled, I've been making twice-nightly trips to the medicine cabinet to keep from digesting myself.

And to top it all off, my landlord's friend rang my doorbell while I was in the middle of the interview! Since it might have been important I had to go see who it was. For some reason that really rattled me. Probably just the complete and other randomness of it all -- that Tweedledee had to ring the bell during the 25 minutes I was on the phone.

Aside from that, I guess it went well. Their skills test was easy enough (with the exception that I didn't quite know what TSQL does). I did my usual "Jason spends way the hell too much time talking" routine that's been so helpful getting me jobs in the past.

You know how, in high school, some people didn't "test well"? I don't interview well. At all. Aside from my two campus jobs, which basically had interviews that went "you're here; you're hired," I've had one successful interview -- the one that got me the job at JBDC. I know I'm good; I just can't communicate that for some reason. Hopefully tomorrow's interview at Giant Eagle will go better.

If not, expect a really depressed entry tomorrow.

[Permalink 2002-05-08] Well, It Was a Good Walk, Anyway

May 08, 2002:

Note: This was written last Friday, so when I say "next week" it means "this week."

I woke up a little earlier than usual today (which means 9:45 or so) and decided to catch Spiderman as a matinee. I looked up show times on the Net and decided to see the 12:10 showing at the Forward St. Theater.

So I went for a walk; it's not quite a mile. I forgot to check and see whether the theater would actually be open at noon on a Friday. On a Saturday, yes. But with school in session and everybody at work, being open on a Friday at 12 is probably asking too much. I guess I'll see it next week.

[Permalink 2002-05-07] Cinco de Mayo

May 07, 2002:

Sunday was Cinco de Mayo, the anniversary of the Mexicans beating Napolean's army in the Battle of Puebla in 1862. The army was eventually driven out of the country altogether. Meaning that France hasn't won a war in almost two centuries. No wonder they're so pissy.

[Permalink 2002-05-06] Decisions, Decisions

May 06, 2002:

I have two interviews coming up in the near future. One is on Wednesday with UNOS, the one I already told you about. The other one's going to be with Giant Eagle. I'll find out exactly when some time on the 6th.

Assuming that these interviews go well, I could be faced with two options:

1. Take the UNOS job. On the up side, it sounds like the UNOS job might be a little bit closer to what I'd ultimately want. It'd also get me out of Pittsburgh, which might be what I need at this point -- as my one friend put it, I am "so in a rut." On the down side, moving to Richmond would be a pain in the ass. I don't know anyone down there who could help me move in, so I'd have to hire professional movers. That would probably involve me borrowing some money from my parents. I don't want to have to do that -- it's a stupid pride thing.

2. Take the Giant Eagle job. First the pros. I'd be able to stay here with what friends who haven't gotten out-of-town jobs. I'd also be more sure of the cost of living (since I'm already here) and I wouldn't have to move. I might also make a little more money; I don't know for sure since it hasn't come up yet. Now the cons. Well, the con: The aforementioned rut. It's a big one. Even when I had an income I never really went out. I didn't try to meet new people, so my group of friends pretty much dwindled down to less than a handful of people. I don't see that changing if I stay here.

So it really boils down to: All things being equal, am I willing to put myself through a major hassle -- packing everything I own, throwing it on a truck, driving for six hours, changing my address with about two dozen places, etc. etc. etc. -- for a chance to make myself better off psychologically? I think I would. It gets hazy, though, if the money situation is drastically different.

Ugh. I'm getting way ahead of myself here. I haven't had either interview yet, and I'm acting like I've got two offers in my fist. I'll keep you posted; what the hell else am I going to talk about?

Update: FYI, the Giant Eagle interview is Thursday morning at 10. They're out by Cellomics.

[Permalink 2002-05-04] 25 Going On 40?

May 04, 2002:

I was watching Smallville just now. One of the main characters is in the process of being run out of business by a competitor. Her line: "He had the nerve to say, 'it's nothing personal, it's just business.' Why does everyone over the age of 40 quote The Godfather?"

Hmm. "People over 40." Or people who're 25, I guess.

[Permalink 2002-05-03] Now There's an Interesting Species

May 03, 2002:

Watching Enterprise, the crew was talking to an alien species about an offense they'd committed when the aliens came on board earlier.

"You put food in your mouths! It's like mating!"
"How do you eat?"
"The same way, but not in public."

Hmm. So eating's like mating... Captain's starlog: We have discovered the Blowjob Planet....

[Permalink 2002-05-02] This Is Encouraging

May 02, 2002:

Got a phone call this (Tuesday) morning from a woman in Richmond, VA, who works for the United Network for Organ Sharing about a job. (No, I don't need a new liver. Yet.) She's currently setting things up on her end for their technical person to call me Friday for a phone interview.

Update: Due to scheduling conflicts (they're going to have three or four people doing the phone interview with me), the interview has been pushed back to next Wednesday.

[Permalink 2002-05-01] Friend (n): Someone Who Points Out the Blatantly Obvious To You

May 01, 2002:

I was talking over AIM to a friend of mine from college. I was talking about how I didn't want to write a lot about my job hunt. It gets repetitive. His response: Well, since it's basically your entire life right now, you might as well write about it.

If he doesn't stop making sense I'm gonna have to drive down to Atlanta just to beat the hell out of him.

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