a measure of depth rather than breadth  

a fast paced and confusing entry
March 05, 2005 09:21 PM

A new TRB song is available.

Well, sorta. A crappy "this is the even-more-unpolished crap you guys never hear" song I gave up on and decided to add an explosion sound effect to and release as a gag.

the rage box - helicopter rescue gone awry.mp3

I got back home from Roswell this afternoon and sat down to doodle with music - which I did for like 3 and a half hours, and all I got was this piece of crap and another song I'm even less happy with. Its only promising part is this loop, which I may just use in something else.

Sad use of time.


Got home today, as mentioned, from Roswell, which during the past 2 days I have now utterly spammed with applications in the hope that some wageslave position will be available and offered to me. This is wave two of this process, which I was set to do this Monday, but forces prevented it, and then I had things like Jury duty and urology appointments. While the first wave was sort of a smattering of genre stores, this was a laser-focused geographical tour de force. I'm not pledged on any lease, and I've whittled my expenses down further, and still have -some- income, so I can still afford to be slightly choosy about where I apply. If this wave fails anywhere near as badly as wave one, however, to Randstad I go. I'm sure somewhere out there there is a man in a starched shirt who is having problems checking his email, or a printer barking "PC LOAD LETTER" and they will find them for me. I gotta call some places back at the beginning of this week, and then go back to Athens, but if I don't get much traction on this by Thursday, I'll take whatever crap Randstad can throw me til somebody bites on these lines I'm throwing out for a job that, you know, has something to do with my education and interests.

Hmm, that turned into a little rant there. Oh well.

Leslie's phone is back! Yay!

Seriously, this has been killin me. I expect you all to blow on your noisemakers and say "Huzzah!" before I begin to have violent thoughts.

It's 9:30 pm, and I've yet to eat anything today. I think I'll go remedy this. More later.

[it delivers what it promises]


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