So, i decided to finally start a job hunt today.
I've kinda been looking into jobs for a couple months now, but didn't really put any effort into it.
I'm currently typing up my resume, and i realized i have practically NO marketable skills.
I'm gonna need to fudge this resume hard.
Other than that, there's really nothing new and exciting going on in my life. I figure i need a little more "beefy" content to put here.
Does anyone have any suggestions as to what you'd like to see me blog about? Or something you'd like to see?
Maybe i'll just document my search for a job.
Anywho, comments and suggestions are, as always greatly appreciated.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
School
First day of the victory lap.
Kinda starting to regret not going to college or uni.
Ugh.
Also, technimeow.
Kinda starting to regret not going to college or uni.
Ugh.
Also, technimeow.
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Dogscape part the second
free-ranging dogs are becoming rarer and rarer to see now, and those i do see seem as lost, as passive as i am. they too
graze on the dogplants, step carefully over the undulating, bleeding dogfloor, dimly acknowledge myself and one another.
in the distant sky, and on the far horizon, i sometimes see massive forms sail or crawl or undulate, and i wonder if in
this new world normal, singular, ambulatory dogs have become as obsolete as i am
i dug down once. down beneath the dogs. beneath the hair and the ears and the barking. it was hard, and took a lot of
planning - i had to destroy one of the dogtrees with my hands, rip out the twisted, yards-long communal spines that served
them as branches and lash them together with tendons and skin. but soon i had tools - pitchforks, spears, shovels. i picked
a spot where the dogfloor seemed shallower and set to work.
the blood started spurting when my spear first broke the surface, and didn't stop for hours and hours and hours. i was
drenched in gore and viscera, covered in flecks of bone and meat and brain. but i learned to ignore the sickening
squelching sounds, ward off the smell, and just kept going deeper and deeper, spearing and levering out dogs of stranger
and stranger size and build, dogs with two heads, dogs with human hands, dogs with writhing tentacles where their back
legs should be
eventually i came to the end of the dogs. or perhaps the beginning of whatever lies beyond dogs. an expanse of
multicolored, patchwork fur that extended as far as i could dig in any direction. i could pierce it with great difficulty
but it barely bled, and try as i might i could only barely peel the skin away, revealing a layer of striated greyish
muscle beneath. it started to tremble as i watched it, shaking the very dogmatter around me, and i realized that the
dogscape was beginning to regenerate itself, close in over me, seal me in - so i fled, climbing back up into the light
graze on the dogplants, step carefully over the undulating, bleeding dogfloor, dimly acknowledge myself and one another.
in the distant sky, and on the far horizon, i sometimes see massive forms sail or crawl or undulate, and i wonder if in
this new world normal, singular, ambulatory dogs have become as obsolete as i am
i dug down once. down beneath the dogs. beneath the hair and the ears and the barking. it was hard, and took a lot of
planning - i had to destroy one of the dogtrees with my hands, rip out the twisted, yards-long communal spines that served
them as branches and lash them together with tendons and skin. but soon i had tools - pitchforks, spears, shovels. i picked
a spot where the dogfloor seemed shallower and set to work.
the blood started spurting when my spear first broke the surface, and didn't stop for hours and hours and hours. i was
drenched in gore and viscera, covered in flecks of bone and meat and brain. but i learned to ignore the sickening
squelching sounds, ward off the smell, and just kept going deeper and deeper, spearing and levering out dogs of stranger
and stranger size and build, dogs with two heads, dogs with human hands, dogs with writhing tentacles where their back
legs should be
eventually i came to the end of the dogs. or perhaps the beginning of whatever lies beyond dogs. an expanse of
multicolored, patchwork fur that extended as far as i could dig in any direction. i could pierce it with great difficulty
but it barely bled, and try as i might i could only barely peel the skin away, revealing a layer of striated greyish
muscle beneath. it started to tremble as i watched it, shaking the very dogmatter around me, and i realized that the
dogscape was beginning to regenerate itself, close in over me, seal me in - so i fled, climbing back up into the light
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