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Creativity starves insanityThe comic shop of frequented visits has close to three shelves stocked with Spider-Man movie related comics. Since normally buying two comics with similar interior pages bar a few would be stupid, it may be time to turn fanboy just this month and grab all Spider-Man on the shelves.
Wouldn't it be nice if the world were Cadbury?
Chocolate roads and trees and birds and bees
Delivering all kinds of letters daily
Every kind of purple parcel too.
And if the dog did try and grab a mouthful
You could bite him back, he'd taste delightful!
Wouldn't it be nice?
The lyrics may read a little weird but the video is even freakier. For some reason they play the little chocolate kid walking down the street as a postie chomping on dogs, all to the tune of a Beach Boys' tune.
A convention held in the huge expanse of a hanger-like building won't work if there isn't anything really to offer. As was the case last time, most of the day was spent in the seminars listening to the people talk. David Mack had his right hand all bandaged; Yvonne Craig had a thing about some guy trying to video her talk; Peter O'Reilly and JG Hertzler were loud, mad some ongoing missive on the Australian Anthem being Once a Jolly Swagman or something by Rolf Harris. They also sang and spat in Klingon; Veronica Taylor had a well-toned and high/hard arse; Peter Mayhew packed the room and took his time with all of his thoughts and words; Stephen Austin had an audience of ten; Stephanie Nadonly didn't seem to be used fully only as a voice-actor. Missed out on some cool Spider-Man movie poster. Bastards.
It is quite possible that the dream job arrived and due to lack of interview experience, slipped away for another to work the day. The appointment was for 10:00, yet a clock read ten past on entering the premises. The woman there had her hand crushed and said that that wasn't appreciated. Then the interview was filled to the brim in awkward noises, slang and extreme and not-so extreme cussing. There was major staring, there was major chair swivelling and in the end, major rejection. Probably had that coming.
After a few rounds of Duke Nukem 3D the room just would not stop spinning. It felt as if the stomach was being wrung with a forceful vengence. Not content with being strecthed one way it felt the need to contort itself and revert to the original position without original consultation. No matter how low the torso was, the stomach just wanted closer to the ground. Lower and lower until a few hours later, nothing. Not a single effect lasted past the hours. Though it could have been due to injesting days old freebie pikelets.
Amazing with a single digit hour crack from slumber, not a headache, but a swell sense of being. A long time has passed since the last time that happened. Close to never actually. Early to university too. The bar trivia later on was taken down 60%. A tense tie for first place was fought and lost over the kinds of cheese existant. Royale simply doesn't register.
The Easter Break has long since passed. No mysterious calls in the middle of the night have been ringing through the air. No extras scene call up for The Matrix Reloaded or The Matrix Revolutions then.
Since there shouldn't be another year left in the trail of uni after June, the Careers Fair seemed appealing. From the briefing sheet IT feel into the "All Disciplines" category. There were the freebies; a mouse pad and rule from the Air Force, a bag from a Tobacco company, pikelets and bread loaves from Tip Top. There were bubble pens from some uptight/anal accounting firm, but freebies for accounting students only since they ran out of cocaine and such.
Found amongst a pile of quotes from printers, a cheque made for $50. The submissions were given and printed 5 months ago. It was only in due time for its arrival. The second issue of Cogito was rush done over in the weekend, thus killing any hopes of possibly fixing the mistakes which, like gremlins, only happen to make themselves visible after the fact. The bloody hand of the cover could have been better done.
The mysterious brown package which arrived a few days ago turns out to be the Pound System's album. The Week Argument was submitted some weeks back. I wasn't really expecting such long a wait, three weeks.
At least it is still better than the Nazi who's been dying to get his hands on a cheque made for $25. Time lapsed for him: 5 months. As the new Publications Officer/Editor it somehow fell into the arena of "responsibility." The crazy loon was quite calm until the engagement of conversation. Throughout it all it seemed as though a fist fight was on the verge of breaking out. The placidness paid back only infuriated the situation more. The charm of being so damn laid back, apathetic and unwitting.
A load of reflective-vested people were casing the streets. Somehow they were associated with ADT and trying to pull householders onto some scam relating to free alarms/monitors. The door was just about to be opened when he uttered something about taking off his shoes. Such assumptions and he and his lacky were on their way.
