THOUGHT VOMIT AKIMBO!

I have gone from "stupid-ass-broke" to "I-have-spare-money-new-iPhone-yes-with-pocket-change".

I am unusually entranced with how much better than it should the water in WoW looks when turned up to the highest setting.

I'm getting rather depressed because all I seem to do is work and sleep. My life is becoming my job.

Today I spent three shift's worth of tips on a bottle of scotch. I do not deny that I am a snob.

I feel stupid because I want to play another mage on WoW of a different race of the same faction and I don't want to just change the race of my main because "it wouldn't be the same character, then". I blame D&D for this.

RED was a very entertaining film and I have done my part to help prevent Warren Ellis' daughter from having an over abundance of glue in the near future pleasecallofftheorbitallasersandthemutantrapegorilladeathsquadsplease.

My computer's wallpaper is (tied for) the best wallpaper ever, of all time, because it is an actual picture of a sunset on another planet. An actual picture. Of a sunset. On ANOTHER PLANET. (the other one is a shot of a back-lit Enceladus and Saturn with the water plumes from Enceladus' south polar region clearly visible in a shot most sci-fi productions wish they could have in them) SCIENCE!

I have to say, the near instant gratification of getting tips on the job is fucking amazing. I mean, I make minimum wage here, hourly, so the actual "hourly wage", including tips, isn't anything to really write home about, but it just feels good to walk out of a day's work with more actual money in your pockets than you started your shift with. It's automatic compensation, psychological validation (other than banana stickers).

I am somewhat distraught, also, that my currently ever-changing schedule prevents any attempts to game, for the time being. I'm talking D&D and the like, here, mind. While I might be quite enthused when my next paycheck hits (OMG overtime, 4 srs), the lack of being able to pretend to be an elf or an orc or some bint of an enchantress or whatever is kind of bugging me. Particularly now that I can afford to sink money into buying books.

I don't know how much longer I will be able to type or communicate with the world at large. From the noises outside, the monster from Cloverfield (or perhaps some similar ineffable aberration) has struck upon the city in which I now dwell, and I shall surely be devoured and/or rent asunder in moments.

Either that or the guys in the snow plows need to learn not to fucking scrape up the pavement at 3-fucking-am.

As much as I love me a good winter, with a nice layer of snow on the ground making everything pretty, I really, really, really hate when it first gets cold up in Anchorage because it gets drier than a mummy's snatch here. I just had a nosebleed for half an hour. I get them pretty much like clockwork this time of year, though usually not for that long.

Yet another reason I miss Seattle.

I'm working as an expo at a restaurant, and it's pretty enjoyable, but the tops of my hands are already fried from them spending a lot of time under the heat lights we tray up orders underneath. For a while it was like a stupid bad sun burn, but now it's just really dry and it's splitting a little in places. Kinda looks like I have either hives or am starting to show signs of ebola.

I got stuff to put on it, and it helps a little, but I'm not worried at all about it. My hands just weren't used to expo work, so there's some small amount of pain in the adjustment, but soon I'll have a better method and rhythm that helps cut down on problems and my hands will toughen up. It's what happens when you work in a restaurant.

I'm also glad I read Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain, because it helped my outlook on attitudes and such greatly. I don't work anywhere special or classy (it's little more than fast food+, honestly, with a huge focus on speed rather than fine dining or anything), but it still holds true that if you aren't able to take shit from the people there and give it right back, you should be looking for a new line of work.

It's taken years, but I think I've grown as a person, through financial and personal troubles, and a trip through the Himalayan Mountains, the temples of Tibet, and the local porn store in two different states, that I'm confident enough with myself to admit that (deep breath) the Seinfeld/Gates Windows Vista commercials may have been horrible advertisement, but it would have made a great sitcom.

*phew*

It feels good to finally admit that.

I made enough tips during my shift yesterday to buy a NERF gun. Which I did.

What the fuck did you do with YOUR day?

I am tired and actually falling asleep at a decent hour these days because I have a job again.

EMPLOYMENT WAS FOUND

EMPLOYMENT WAS GOT

I got my first paycheck and promptly went out and bought fast food. And Red Bull. Priorities, people.

I am having a crisis right now: I can't decide what class/race combos to stick with for my WoW alts once Cata hits.

I think the main problem is that I really want to play a Dwarf Mage, but I don't want to change my main, Maergot, since I've had her since just after BC hit, plus, you know, tail. It just doesn't seem anything but stupid to run two Mages on the same server if they're from the same faction (a Horde alt, on the other hand), so now my new-found want to play a Dwarf clothie is throwing my whole Alt Stable out of whack, not the least of which is because I don't know if I want to go Shadow Priest or Warlock (especially when I'll just be wishing I was a Mage... I like Mages).

I also think I want to play a Worgen, but heck if I know where to fit one in.

UNIMPORTANT CRISIS IS IMPORTANT!

Can we find and eviscerate the person who came up with those damned concert ads or whatever the hell they are that have been seeded everywhere in the Wikia community? They're annoying as fuck and usually twice-again as loud as anything else and I can't escape them. I just pulled up a random Wookieepedia page and there were two of them, slightly out of sync with each other.

If killing them isn't an option, could we at least torture them? Maybe make them watch Gili or the non-MST3K Manos?