I have to save this, because OH. MY. FUCKING. DOG. DID. THAT. MAKE. ME. LAUGH.
I save fan fic that makes me cry, so why not save the stuff that makes me laugh? Right?
I’m not a religious person by any means, but when I’m forced to choose one, I always lean towards “pagan”. (I was a practicing Wiccan for a while, but got bored and created my own quasi-religion. I guess. If you can call it a religion.)
I can’t get behind any of the others. I’ve learned about the other major players, but none of them make sense to me. None of them ring true.
But this level of religious propaganda really takes the cake. This is better than any gay-bashing, atheist-hating crap I’ve read in a long time:
During this period demons are assigned against those who participate in the rituals and festivities. These demons are automatically drawn to the fetishes that open doors for them to come into the lives of human beings. For example, most of the candy sold during this season has been dedicated and prayed over by witches.
I do not buy candy during the Halloween season. Curses are sent through the tricks and treats of the innocent whether they get it by going door to door or by purchasing it from the local grocery store. The demons cannot tell the difference.
I’d like to write more on this topic, but, um, I’m going to start buying candy and cursing it.
The girl who thought Kate Spade was a person and not a brand knows:
John wears jumpers that Martin Freeman picks out.
Moriarty wears Westwood.
Sherlock wears Spencer Hart suits, Dolce and Gabbana shirts, and that coat? That amazing, wonderful, coat? A Belstaff.
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Applied for a UK accounting job. 99.9999999% sure I’m not qualified, but maybe the recruiter might find something I’m a fit for.
I have a job interview on Tuesday, and I’m meeting with Jimmy The Pimp’s boss on Monday.
I don’t even care any more… I don’t want to be unemployed, but I am so done with looking for work.
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Aaaaand, since someone asked:
The most adorable lisp. EVER. (Once it’s been pointed out that he lisps when he’s tired, or animated, or that he flat out struggles with ‘sp’ sounds, you can’t help but notice it. After repeated viewings. Of course. What? It’s research. For science, Jawn!)
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I’ve taken to walking on the furniture. I do not know why, but when I do, I yell, “THE FLOOR IS LAVA, JAWN!” (Original image here.)
The neighbors must think I’m out of my fucking mind.
Introduced the most adorable lisp in the world to my CP fan fic.
Screamed at the computer when my blog, Firefox, Safari and then my internet connection all fell to shit. Then, while trying to apply for a job (using their handy “apply now!” bullshit), the web site kept bouncing me back to the log in screen.
*sigh*
I’ve had two recruiters reach out to me today. Both left messages. Neither has called me back.
Jimmy the Pimp - my most favourite recruiter in the world - isn’t working for that company any more. I sent a break-up email because I hadn’t heard from him in four days, and that’s really unusual for us. (I know it’s me - you can’t place me because I’m pathetic sort of thing), and his boss called me. HIS BOSS. To apologize for not reaching out to me on Friday, Monday, or Tuesday.
Also - almost wrote a cover letter to an international company that began: Why do I want to work for you? That’s easy. I want to get the fuck out of the US and move to the UK. This isn’t a snap decision - you can see this desire in my journals and it goes all the way back to my first visit to London in 1992. Please, please, please, hire me and then immediately transfer me. I. WILL. CLEAN. TOILETS. FOR. A. TIER. TWO. VISA. NO. LIE.
Decided to delete it and go the grown up route.
I do have a lead on an international recruiter that’s advertising for a job locally… I’ll probably call him in a bit and just see what there is to see.
I have an interview tomorrow that I’m trying to get excited about, but I just can’t… I’m tired of getting my hopes up to just be let go because “it’s just not working out.”
I dunno…
(This appears to be a regular daily update type series thing for those of you who have expressed concern about my mental state. It is much appreciated, but I’m fine. Honest. Just a little blue. Like a smurf.)
My Cabin Pressure fan fic is almost done. A true trilogy. With a decent non-Whedonesque ending.
I watched a cheesy horror fic today that was so forgettable I’d forgotten I watched it. When the big twist ending was revealed, I was like, “Oh, yeah. I’ve already seen it.” *sigh*
My favorite recruiter is blowing me off. Awesome. Just. Freaking. Awesome. I can only guess that his co-workers don’t want to place me in any of their positions. Be nice if he’d just tell me…
On the other hand, I have an interview on Thursday. I refuse to get excited about it.
Knitting tonight - my girls are always good for making me feel better.
So… see? I’m fine. I survived last night. I’m thriving today.
Life will go on… and I’ll be here for every second of it.
