Feb 102007
 

Hi! I have two quick opinions to share.

1. Lisa Nowak‘s situation is interesting, and may actually qualify as national news, since she’s one of a very small number of national ‘elite’ designated as astronauts. This will likely cause changes in the screening process for astronauts, and casts a bad light on high ranking naval officers.
2. Anna Nicole Smith‘s death is not interesting, and does not qualify as national news, because it has absolutely no effect on most of the country. Why is her death any more important than any other woman’s? Why is her now motherless infant any more newsworthy than any other? Now, maybe if a suicidal astronaut had fallen on top of her at the termination of a long drop from an orbiting space station…then I might be interested.

Okay, that’s all there.

Now what else? When was the last time I wrote on here? What did I write? What’s happened since then? I don’t know. Let’s see, KrisDi and her parents and I moved her up to Washington about two weeks ago, which was fun. Then I got to hang out up there for a while. I went to hang out with the Plaid Amoeba (monocular Ben) while K’s family went to see the Bulls at the Sonics. Speaking of which, KrisDi’s ever outgoing mother D started talking to strangers at the game, and they met a realtor and some other guy (lawyer? accountant? something like that), who happen to have friends in an engineering firm, who offered to give my resume to their friends. So, that’s in the works. Also, it’s totally random. But that’s how life is.

I still haven’t found a job up there, which sucks. Although it does mean I may be a kept man soon…hmmm. Yeah, that would still kinda suck, but not totally suck. Anyway, I’m still applying for jobs. The Pope is supposed to be flogging people with my resume, but that doesn’t seem to be having any effect on anybody. Maybe he ought to print it on heavier paper (maybe cardboard, or even plywood) and flog harder. That ought to attract some attention. A recruiter (or headhunter, or whatever you want to call her) has promised to find me my next job, though, so I’m just going to sit back and relax, and let her take care of it for me.

KrisDi’s new job has been going well for her so far. She hasn’t had to do anything but show up and read novels. She has an office (an actual office the size of my boss’s!) instead of a cubicle, with a computer in it, which she can’t access because it requires a particular ID card which she can’t get onsite. Also, the guy who is supposed to be training her or whatever was on vacation all week. I don’t think KrisDi’s excited about the job, but hopefully it won’t be miserable for her.

I finally swam again, after KrisDi stole my goggles and took them to Washington. I had to go out and buy some. I can still flip turn (although not prettily). I find it strange that my lungs seem to remember more about swimming than my arms — instead of panting and gasping for breath (and nearly drowning) before my arms get sore and tired, the opposite happens.

KrisDi’s and my letters of complaint to United about our horrible travel experience over Christmas have achieved fruition…I got $150 dollars, and she only got $125. I think I got the extra money because my version (which was a modified copy of her letter) contained a reference to Jakarta. Which I just looked up, since I didn’t really know where it was. It’s here.

I’m really falling behind with pictures. Maybe when I’m a kept man I’ll be able to catch up with them.

I can’t remember any new movies I’ve seen since the last time I’ve posted, but I know I read

Bring Me the Head of Prince Charming by Roger Zelazny and Robert Sheckley: This book was bad. The premise had promise, but was totally wasted by writing. I’m going to go out on a limb and say that the idea was probably Zelazny’s, and the writing Sheckley’s, since everything else I’ve read with Zelazny’s name on it has been good or great. The premise, by the way, is that Good and Evil vie for dominance of the world by means of a contest every millennia, and hell (and all Evil) is a huge and terrible bureaucracy.