Gism Butter

Mon, 05 Apr 2004

WHen did you have Fried Catfish?!

Every so often I become embroiled in a sea of possible temp jobs. One such job that has been flitting around my head of late has been a Macintosh OS 9 to OS X conversion job down at Lockheed Martin on Mofitt Airbase. V's dad works there, in case you didn't know that already. He has nothing, however, to do with the position or offices I would be working in.

So this temp agent has been jerking me around over this thing for three weeks. He keeps telling me to modify my resume this way or that and I do it. Then I don't hear from him for a week, or he goes out of town, or he's sick, or he's dead, or who fucking knows what.

But now he tells me that I'll be having an interview shortly. Who knows. WOuld be nice to have enough money to pay the bills for a change. But it's also going to be a nasty commute.

This weekend was actually a lot of fun. Chris and Jen were around for most of it. On Friday night, we went to Rons and played Illuminati. At one point, the cult of Cthulhu, working through Opec to control Cable TV managed to destroy the UN. Gotta love it!

Or wait... Wait.... brain fart. The interesting stuff happened on Wednesday when our trip to Haight street to get Jen's tongue pierced fell apart. Frankly, I'm glad because I think piercing one's tongue is completely retarded, even if it does enhance oral sex. Get a clip-on! Christ!

So, instead of SF, we walked down to the end of the Berkeley peir, which is really fucking long! At the end there was some excellent grafitti and the tag off of a canister from a crematorium. Obviously someone who was scattered there. We then ate excellent Turkish buffet on University. That's where the below photo fo Chris holding the egg came from.

Saturday, we had a BugScan party at the ACCRC. It was fun, but very little actual bug scanning took place. Mostly we watched videos and ate Chris' excellent curry.

But I can at least show off some of the shots here: