Gray Flannel Dwarf

10/28/2003

…I want candy… who else does? “meme! meme!”

Man y’alls a buncha punks! D:


My LiveJournal Trick-or-Treat Haul
teedz goes trick-or-treating, dressed up as Bob Dylan.
akempis tricks you! You get an old sock.
bnewmark tricks you! You get a penny.
catfish gives you 9 purple peach-flavoured pieces of taffy.
chinchin tricks you! You get a pencil.
daddysl8tn gives you 19 purple orange-flavoured gummy worms.
hepkitten gives you 16 light green peach-flavoured hard candies.
kewlnonutz tricks you! You lose 15 pieces of candy!
panicsyndrome gives you 18 mauve coffee-flavoured gummy bats.
roastporkbun gives you 13 red cola-flavoured hard candies.
spampy tricks you! You get a broken balloon.
teedz ends up with 60 pieces of candy, an old sock, a penny, a pencil, and a broken balloon.
Go trick-or-treating! Username:
Another fun meme brought to you by rfreebern.


cswiii @ 4:30 pm

Recruiters are talking heads

Every once in a while, I will get an email from a company looking to employ my services. Probably 1/4 of those, for some weird reason, are too stupid to see which company it is for whom I work. I say “too stupid”, because it is these people who are telling me they have a contract position open… AT MY COMPANY.

Anyway, this happens once in a while, but it hadn’t happened recently; something triggered thoughts of that in my head today, though, I’m not sure what — but I decided that next time I get an email like that, I would have some fun.

Strangely enough, I got a phonecall about it today. What a bunch of morons.

It’s too bad I was in the office, I woulda royally chewed the guy’s ear off.


cswiii @ 4:22 pm

I am seriously about to

I am seriously about to go crazy, here.

Friday came and went, as did the weekend, as did Monday… and no one followed up re: the offer on the condo, so I can only guess that they changed their mind.

There were at least seven more visits between Friday and Monday, one of which unfortunately stopped by w/o calling first, while I was still there, albeit getting ready to leave. While that’s not necessarily a show-stopper, it’s much better that you ain’t there when they are. Regardless — no news. And that ain’t good news.

What is wrong with my place? Is it that bad?? I think it looks great, sans a few marks on the wall that I keep coming across. I can clean those up, though, and I’m sure it still won’t make a difference.

After the open house, my realtor commented to me that the one thing she heard a few times was, “so, a single guy lives here, eh”. I guess they could tell by the fledgling number of shirts and shoes I have left in plain site. I wonder if this is a reason there have been so few bites. What a stupid bias, if such is the case. I mean, I own the place, it’s not like I am gonna go putting my foot through the walls, etc.

I’m not a nervous wreck yet, but I’m teetering.

Sometimes my burden seems more than I can bear
It’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there

– Bob Dylan


cswiii @ 12:15 pm