Science has been cancelled
i know it's a tired argument, but i'm extremely sick of SUVs. especially the ones that find it appropriate to rev their engines at stoplights. and i'm also sick of cyclists breaking traffic rules because they think they're somehow above it. the other day as a guy in dreadlocks with a backpack that most likely contained pot and hacky sacks continually ran every single light and took up two entire lanes on his bicycle, i found myself wondering how badly a bike could really damage my front bumper anyhow...
Of course this could be because i had spent an hour or so at my internship huffing paint and paint thinner so that the office could have some sweet posterboard-sized paint samples...what they said in the interview was true- there's quite a few diverse positions to fill at the station. I really do love it there- everyone's so nice, and there's always free cake or concert tickets sitting in the break room, up for grabs. and after crawling on the floor looking for CDs, there's no reward quite like cake. "You'll learn to love and hate certain labels," the internship coordinator, who was an intern there herself at one point, told me. "Man, i hate Phillips [which involves belly crawling on the floor in order to find the right number], but Marco Polo is eye-level. Pretty sweet." I nodded and knew that i would be sharing the same hatred and benevolent love towards CD labels within a few days. Eventually though, i'll get quick enough with intern duties and get involved with some small-scale production, which is nice.
I've been extremely lazy these past few weeks since i've gotten back, but soon, soon i'll start on that online portfolio and get all that up. just wait! ooh the soundscapes and features will boggle your mind.
nothing else to say, but here's a random comic that i grabbed somewhere. as the picture so handily indicates, it can be found at bigfatwhale.com. ah yes, and the milton is a shitbag link should be working now. if not, then it is the gods' way of telling you that you're doomed to never enjoy a talking cat. and don't give me any of that "garfield" crap- you know he doesn't count.
Of course this could be because i had spent an hour or so at my internship huffing paint and paint thinner so that the office could have some sweet posterboard-sized paint samples...what they said in the interview was true- there's quite a few diverse positions to fill at the station. I really do love it there- everyone's so nice, and there's always free cake or concert tickets sitting in the break room, up for grabs. and after crawling on the floor looking for CDs, there's no reward quite like cake. "You'll learn to love and hate certain labels," the internship coordinator, who was an intern there herself at one point, told me. "Man, i hate Phillips [which involves belly crawling on the floor in order to find the right number], but Marco Polo is eye-level. Pretty sweet." I nodded and knew that i would be sharing the same hatred and benevolent love towards CD labels within a few days. Eventually though, i'll get quick enough with intern duties and get involved with some small-scale production, which is nice.
I've been extremely lazy these past few weeks since i've gotten back, but soon, soon i'll start on that online portfolio and get all that up. just wait! ooh the soundscapes and features will boggle your mind.
nothing else to say, but here's a random comic that i grabbed somewhere. as the picture so handily indicates, it can be found at bigfatwhale.com. ah yes, and the milton is a shitbag link should be working now. if not, then it is the gods' way of telling you that you're doomed to never enjoy a talking cat. and don't give me any of that "garfield" crap- you know he doesn't count.
posted by Liz at 11:46 AM
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Whoa, that comic blew my mind and I blew my nose! Ugh, the day-quil is getting to the brain again.
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