The SG synchronization contest is now (for the time being) over. Now if I only had one of those programs that could cycle through the pics to make it look like a really bad dance. Or if I had the patience to make the program myself.





I guess now that I've thought of the desired result, actually having said program is rather anticlimatic. Since I can just envision them doing the poor computer dance in my head.





Scream phoenix, I need help...

KELLY Services is a temp. agency. They provide workers on a short term basis.

So why is it that everytime I go into their offices, they never have a receptionist? Isn't that one thing, almost by definition, they should be able to fill? Are they too good for their own workforce?

Two weeks in a row, where I've had no work on Thursday. I haven't decided where I stand on this yet. But today will be exciting nonetheless. There has to be a museum somewhere looking for tourists.






I'm digging the new Man Man. Hot shit, just what rock needs. Less guitars, more pianos!

Stop it.




It's real simple...you just don't.









I love me my NoMeansNo.

And also Intentionally bad grammar.

This week's new album is Ennio Morricone's _Crime and Dissonance_. It deserves all the (albiet little) hype and good press it's been receiving. It's all that, and more.

Except for what it isn't...




It's one short-coming, if you can call it that, is it sounds similar to the Vampyros Lesbos soundtrack, _Sexadelic Dance Party_.



Of course, if you've heard that, then you probably love it. (The Lion and the Cucumber is perhaps one of the greatest songs ever written.

So it's not much of a short-coming. If you've ever wondered what to play after the Lesbos soundtrack, you now have an answer.

Wow. The new Jamie Lidell album, _Multiply_ is superb. (Please ignore the rather uninspired cover art though.)



"That thar laptop abuser can sing!"

He sings just like Michael Jackson did circa "Thriller." This is the album Jackson should've put out when he released _Invincible_. [Enter child molestation joke here.] Lidell's production even falls into the "interesting to listen to, but doesn't get annoying" category. If you're reading this you should buy this, and learn to dance.

Ah, long holiday trips to NYC. Always a blast. Every city needs mix tape vendors on every corner. And people selling junk along the streets at crazy prices. There was a surprising lack of traffic on the way home. Everything's good, good, good. Except for the continual lack of enough hours in a day.
For the record, Robocop and Robocop 2 are watchable films. They both have their moments. Robocop's being the famous pissing scene everyone loved in junior high, and 2's ultraviolence speaks for itself. With gunshots. Robocop 3 is horrible. I know it may shock you, but there's no reason for it. It has a cute kid!
The sure sign of creative death in any film.
Watched a midnight showing of the Warriors, which also had it's problems. Drunken assholes spouting mysogynistic lines at the screen in particular. Voicing your hatred of the female gender kinda kills the fun of a stupid action movie. Just a little. It also makes the speaker just a little bit sadder to everyone else. "If you're having girl problems I feel bad for you son..."

I synchronized my "Favorite SuicideGirls" so that all their poses are (nearly) the same. Not much, but it brings a smile to my face everytime I see it. Now to fill out the roster...I've got two spots left!

If not for the constant stress and pressure of having everyone gun for you, subbing would be the greatest job in the world. I barely worked over three hours today; taught three classes. I was paid for a full day's work. (And by "taught," I mean pressed play on three movies.)
It has to be karma though, since the past two days have been rough. Those middle school kids will get you everytime. Like yesterday, I ran into Mrs. Carter in the morning and told her who I was subbing for. Her expression dropped,
"Oh no. You need to stay ontop of them all day. I'll be there to help you in the beginning. Good luck."
Not a good start to a day. In fact, it was pretty damn rotten. I survived, though the frustrated eye twitch made a return.
"Check out his eyes."
-A concerned student.
Yeah I was angry. I can go from almost stoner level "laid back," to drill sergeant nasty in 4.5 seconds. As some kids found out.
Middle school teachers like to claim its retribution for everything we did when we were attending. Unfortunately I was actually good then! I was much too shy to draw attention to myself; I was in a couple fights, that was it. So now I'm paying for their sins.
Tomorrow I hit an elementary school; one located within walking distance from my house! Young kids are the best, and I get to pass this sign on my way there:



awesomeness

What the hell is wrong with banks? Tried to open an account yesterday, and they were rude and needed at least 20 forms of ID (20 actually equaling 2). And apparently your social security card won't work (though they'll need THAT too), nor will a debit card. Which covered all forms of ID I had with me.
But the 400 Blows play tongiht, Man Man played last week, and the Biafra/Melvins clusterfuck next week. Despite the cold, I'm definitely glad I moved.

Halloween is almost here! And I still love trashcans! 400 Blows on Thursday, and it looks like I'll be working through the entire month. Good times.

Now let's try adding a pic!



Success! It worked! That's the (rather) infamous Deptford mall, greatest place in the Union. So far. That's the floor where all the consuming magic happens. Right there.

Oh man, adventures ahoy!

So the mall in Deptford is actually the bee's knees. First the name, Deptford. I don't know why I love that word SO much, nor do I want to know. I'm just happy to know. It almost beats Perryville in the "greatest place to live" competition. I took some pics so as to justify my owning a camera.




PUBLIC WARNING!The state of Delaware, in leu of having a sales tax, instead has placed a toll on all major roads leading in. I forget about this every damn time I leave. So if you were stuck behind my car as I searched for three bucks at the booth, I apologize.

"Lightning strikes, not once but twice." I was "awarded" two jobs today. My Feebs check came back complimentary, so I can start subbing as soon as I can grab an opening, and some restaurant hired me as a server. While not the greatest job by any means, it is some money rolling in, and from what I've seen, there're a lot of women there. Sweetness.

Have fun with my Smilies.