My friend Karin, who works for haute couture dressmaker Sunny Choi, sent me these photos of these breast scarves that are all the rage in Japan:
Thanks for the phots, Karin, and thanks again for more weirdness, Japan!
“Last night,” said Tommy — the long-haired bouncer from the Bovine Sex Club, “I referred to you as the accordion-playing Andrew WK of the Bovine. Nobody plays an accordion harder than you.”
Cool!
And in honour of that, here’s the funniest Thanksgiving comic I could find, courtesy of PvP:
The “Save Joey’s Christmas” sale went spectacularly yesterday, raising almost enough money to cover my January rent. Coupled with a couple of contract opportunities that have been dangled in front of me (and look likely to go through, but you never know), it looks like Christmas will be happening after all. Thanks to everyone who bought something!
There are still a number of books for sale as well as the music software Logic Audio Platinum 4.5 and Reaktor 2.3. I’ve also added two new books: Python Essential Reference (second edition) and Python Developer’s Handbook. If you’re looking for discount geek books and software, be sure to check out the sale. Remember, all proceeds go towards saving Christmas.
The Reverse Cowgirl’s Blog pointed me to Fires of Darkness, “a ministry for pornography addicts and the people who love them”. Among the many things you can find on this site — including a painful-sounding novel called Fires of Darkness — are e-greeting cards that you can send. I absolutely love this one:
You know you’re living in the postmodern era when it’s difficult to tell inspirational material such as this from parodies.
I think someone should make a card that reads “Forgive me for bringing soy milk into our fridge”. My housemate Paul would owe me at least a dozen.
My former roomate owes me a lot of money for back rent, the largest domestic phone bill I’ve ever seen, half a year’s worth of groceries and other miscellaneous expenses. Let’s simply say that the figure we’re talking about here covers the purchase of at least one Segway. Said former roomate is also in financial binds of his own, so the chances that he’ll be able to pay me sometime soon is pretty slim.
My financial situation isn’t all that hot. Absorbing the roomate’s costs while being unemployed, then being employed by a company that ran out of money and now owes me back pay wiped out my savings. The job search isn’t moving quickly enough; I’m either getting rejected or sitting in waiting-for-second-interview Hell. Accordion playing is actually covering my groceries at the moment. I don’t want to have to pay rent with my credit card.
Christmas is coming up. I’d like to at least be able to buy a present for this little fella:
That’s my Godson, Aidan William deVilla-Choi. If a kid can’t expect a present from his Godfather, what’s the point of going on?
The “Save Joey’s Christmas” Sale.
The former housemate left a lot of stuff at the house, and he has authorized me to sell it in order to raise money and help pay off his debt to me. If you’re looking for inexpensive presents to give to geeky friends this season, or if you’re a geek who wants some nice books or toys, you might want to check out the sale. I’ve priced everything quite comptetitively. The list isn’t complete yet — I’m going to add a few more items later on today.
All proceeds go towards saving my Christmas. You’ll get nice stuff for low prices, and I won’t be reduced to giving out sexual favours in the bus station in exchange for free cheese. And isn’t that what Christmas is all about?
Just heard back from my placement guy: made the short list, but didn’t get picked. The employer chose someone with less technical skill and seniority, but who had more experience with enterprise development. On a brighter note, the employer said “keep an eye on that Joey guy, we might need him later.”
I guess that’s the price you pay for seven years’ worth of very interesting, very offbeat development work: when the only stable employers are mondo enterprise customers (those links are just examples — I haven’t applied to any of them), your experience comes up short. I’ll still take seven years of looking forward to going to work every day, adventure and a little uncertainty over Dilbert-land and slightly increased job security.
I figure it was also my time for a dry spell — up until now, I’ve been extremely fortunate: every job interview I’d ever had resulted in my getting hired.
And so the job search continues.