Emptiness...

That's how my room in Pittsburgh looks... The shelves are bare, and the only other things in the room are detritus and a bed. In three days, the experiment comes to an end, and I'll be back in BG. It'll be good to see people, though I still don't like the city.

Meanwhile, Johnny Cash is playing in the background, and all my 40K armies are packed away... ho hum. In an hour I'll have the new Muse and Jem CDs, and it'll make me happy. Then back to the apartment to pack and yell at the TV. You thought your Steelers/Browns/Packers-fan dad was bad? Just watch me when the news channels are on.

"...and half-insane... just a sound..."
--Morphine, "Empty Box"

Oh, look, a shiny thing!

While a lot of people seem to be getting a kick out of this past weekend's movie results (thank you Chappy for the "Jesus Battles Zombies at U.S. Box Office" comment), few realize how inevitable it was.

You see, the American public has a fascination with resurrection, good or bad. We spent three weeks watching Jesus rise from the dead to save us. Last week, however, we watched hordes rise from the dead to destroy us.

This post brought to you by: My attempts to distract myself from the escalating chaos in Gaza. It's far more horrifying than any movie ever could be.

"...see, that's the thing, is somehow they know not to come back until you really forget."

There's the rub.

How else can my stay in the city of Pittsburgh be explained, except with a Swingers quote?

I've been here for eight months. In that time, I've spent most of it poor. Outside of the holiday season, I could rarely scrap together 20 hours a week at work. And I was still being paid a pittance. Up until early January, I couldn't get the agency to return my calls, or even find my bloody headshots and proof sheets. After January, I stopped calling.

Combine that with an overpriced apartment, and I'm heading back to live with Steph for a year. Plans are already in motion. Money has been spent, applications sent. What happens?

I get a raise. I get 20+ hours at work. And the agency called. They wanted to make sure they had everything updated, and that I filled out a couple forms for working with them.

What the crap?!

Granted, the raise was extremely minor. Granted, my hours may not be permanent, especially considering my revulsion when it comes to selling EWs. And, more likely than not, nothing solid will materialize from the agency. But this is the first string of good news that I've had since October. What timing. Just as I'm leaving for the city that rejected my grad school app.

There's the rub.

This is a warning

Has anyone else seen the Heartland program on FoxNews? It is the single most offensive thing that I have seen on TV in the last couple years. Never has this apartment in Pittsburgh been angrier. And that's saying something.

Anywho, some new Samizdat. Nothing big, just really strange and pun-a-riffic.

The Triumphant Return?

Not necessarily. Time away from the computer kind of limits update-ability. What has happened since my last dream-post? Let us examine:

-MB and I got the redesign to work. Seriously, folks, you need to visit her site. She is the coolest ever.
-I turned 24. I don't recommend it. The party was uber-cool, and people got me some sweet, sweet stuff. But... 24 years old? I need a walker. 'Cause my back is falling apart.
-I am having a lot of job-related "issues." Which means I'm also having a lot of financial Issues. My tenure in Pittsburgh shan't be much longer.
-I've been experimenting with my mother's lasagna recipe. Tasty stuff, yo.
-A letter from BGSU Pop Culture: "No thanks." A letter from BGSU Grad School: "Pop Culture said 'no thanks'." Fuck 'em.

This is where we'll end, because that last one never makes me happy. There are new posts on V.P.A. War Council and the Samizdat. It's good stuff. And these shots of Jack and Drambuie are going to my head.

Good night.