Whether the Weather be: Windy, cold
Events of Note: The vagaries of human nature & job-hunting
In the Nudes: Earthquakes, civil war and disobedience, general mayhem, Iran.
* So, I could rant dutifully and somewhat colorfully about the double-standard, hit and miss nature of the discouraging and otherwise futile exercise known as job-hunting. After all, it's not called hunting without a good, a-priori rationale. "The beatings will continue until morale improves" (Monty Python). However, I don't want/need to become too discouraged. As has been pointed out to me by my sympatico and well-meaning friends, "It's early days. Yet!." Everything happens for a reason, and all of that. Point is, I am getting interviews. A start. Not second interviews, mind you. But, still ...
* Guinea pigs. My family farms 14 of these power-vegetarian rodentia, all of whom are strategically hardwired to be in a 24/7 state of freakish neurosis. Compared with our pesky, omnipresent human neighbors, however, they are far less obnoxious, and even their poo is more tolerable than the steaming human excrement that can be found lurking in the vegetation behind the shopping mall across the street from us. After all, the provision of public bathrooms or 'restrooms' in many cities and towns in the USA is regarded as being a potentially seething hotbed for private indecencies, rather than being a marker of civil society, as such. Or, so I'm reliably told. Interstate "Rest Areas", aside.
My, my, aren't I wandering off on a rambling string of many-colored tangents, today!.
