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transformers whos side are you on octopus or megatron
PAPELBON'S GIRLFRIEND
cane toad cannons
rhino vs hippo video
You're fucking infuriating about me.
TELUS sweatshops
stomping cane toads
dirt on trevor linden
Gangsta Rap baseball cap pictures
jim rome lunch with the monkey
what is pirateism
trevor linden has a girlfriend?
what is the name of old movie where the midas touch turns everything to shit
"fat cat falling"
why do geriatric cats moan?
wolfpack gangsta rap group
PICTURES OF CANE TOADS WITH KIDS
fight, rhino, hippo
"Monkey in a Wagon Versus Lemur on a Big Wheel"
rhino vs hippo
Renee: I can't join the Heaven club. I can't afford the shoes.
Alan: What?
Renee: I thought you had to have new Nikes to make it into heaven.
Tonight me and some people from work - Renee, Karen and Dawn, and Dawn's husband, went to a pub Checkers for a beer and bite after work. We were just sitting and talking, and I had just found out Renee had worked with Dustin Walker in Jasper. I was telling her about Dustin's above-bar, back-alley-entrance, when all of a sudden this bagpipe music starts drifting in the entrance. Soon it becomes really loud, loud enough that it was hard to hear. So we turn and look and 7 old guys in kilts and the full outfit and carrying bagpipes, drums and everything, stroll in, blasting their music super loud.
The whole place just looks at them, stunned. One old guy says they're a pipe band but they're running out of funds, so they're selling calendars they had made. You know those firefighter calendars you always see? Well, this was like that. Only with 70-80 year old men. It was so incredibly bizarre.
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Man found driving ambulance with dead deer
Not only did this guy escape from somewhere, but he a) found an ambulance! and b) somehow picked up a DEAD DEER
Kids smoking cane toads
"Children as young as 12 are licking cane toads in an attempt to get high, but all they face is an agonising death."
[posted by Rades at 7:27 PM] LINK ||
Alan: What?
Renee: I thought you had to have new Nikes to make it into heaven.
Tonight me and some people from work - Renee, Karen and Dawn, and Dawn's husband, went to a pub Checkers for a beer and bite after work. We were just sitting and talking, and I had just found out Renee had worked with Dustin Walker in Jasper. I was telling her about Dustin's above-bar, back-alley-entrance, when all of a sudden this bagpipe music starts drifting in the entrance. Soon it becomes really loud, loud enough that it was hard to hear. So we turn and look and 7 old guys in kilts and the full outfit and carrying bagpipes, drums and everything, stroll in, blasting their music super loud.
The whole place just looks at them, stunned. One old guy says they're a pipe band but they're running out of funds, so they're selling calendars they had made. You know those firefighter calendars you always see? Well, this was like that. Only with 70-80 year old men. It was so incredibly bizarre.
Man found driving ambulance with dead deer
Not only did this guy escape from somewhere, but he a) found an ambulance! and b) somehow picked up a DEAD DEER
Kids smoking cane toads
"Children as young as 12 are licking cane toads in an attempt to get high, but all they face is an agonising death."
[posted by Rades at 7:27 PM] LINK ||
Been in Vernon for a week. Here's some pictures of my drive here.
BURNOUT STYLE!
[posted by Rades at 10:32 PM] LINK ||
BURNOUT STYLE!
[posted by Rades at 10:32 PM] LINK ||
Well I'm in Vernon, had my first day of work today. Too weary from filling out the 26,452 forms that a new job requires, so instead of writing an interesting and picture-ful road trip journey post, I'll instead write about the new police drama show I just watched, Criminal Minds.
It's about a CSI-type team, but instead of forensics, they use psychology and profiling to catch crooks. Decent twist, nice characters, I might watch more of it.
Anyways, the protagonist is Gideon, an older guy who's been on medical leave for depression. The premiere episode has him return to the job, and the guy in charge has to write a report about whether he's fit to return to duty. The show proceeds, Gideon finds the crook and saves the victim, and now the dude's gotta write his report.
How hilarious would it be if the series just ended there? If the episode ended with a close up of the papers, "NOT FIT FOR DUTY" and that was the only show in the series? THE END! That's what I would do. And that's why I should never be rich and in charge of a TV show.
edit: Annnnd to add my cynical bit for today, I just saw a story about a "brave little boy recovering from burns to over 90% of his body." Yeah, okay, but want to know how he got the burns? WHEN THE GASOLINE HE AND A PLAYMATE POURED ON A SLIDE SUDDENLY IGNITED. Brave? Um no. Incredibly stupid? Complete utter moron? Completely freaking retarded? Yes, yes, and yes.
edit 2: Jay Leno has some weird motorbike he's getting celebrities to sign. I don't know why, but it's AWESOME because in the middle of Leno's monologue, WILLIAM SHATNER BLOWS ONTO THE STAGE, out of nowhere! I laughed. Then when guest Jodi Foster entered, a hairy, bearded, scruffy stage technician carried her out. That was funny, but it was even funnier when I realized that the bearded guy was actually Mel Gibson.
[posted by Rades at 10:09 AM] LINK ||
It's about a CSI-type team, but instead of forensics, they use psychology and profiling to catch crooks. Decent twist, nice characters, I might watch more of it.
Anyways, the protagonist is Gideon, an older guy who's been on medical leave for depression. The premiere episode has him return to the job, and the guy in charge has to write a report about whether he's fit to return to duty. The show proceeds, Gideon finds the crook and saves the victim, and now the dude's gotta write his report.
How hilarious would it be if the series just ended there? If the episode ended with a close up of the papers, "NOT FIT FOR DUTY" and that was the only show in the series? THE END! That's what I would do. And that's why I should never be rich and in charge of a TV show.
edit: Annnnd to add my cynical bit for today, I just saw a story about a "brave little boy recovering from burns to over 90% of his body." Yeah, okay, but want to know how he got the burns? WHEN THE GASOLINE HE AND A PLAYMATE POURED ON A SLIDE SUDDENLY IGNITED. Brave? Um no. Incredibly stupid? Complete utter moron? Completely freaking retarded? Yes, yes, and yes.
edit 2: Jay Leno has some weird motorbike he's getting celebrities to sign. I don't know why, but it's AWESOME because in the middle of Leno's monologue, WILLIAM SHATNER BLOWS ONTO THE STAGE, out of nowhere! I laughed. Then when guest Jodi Foster entered, a hairy, bearded, scruffy stage technician carried her out. That was funny, but it was even funnier when I realized that the bearded guy was actually Mel Gibson.
[posted by Rades at 10:09 AM] LINK ||
Contents of fridge: six cans of Orange Crush and a carton of Raspberry Juice.
Contents of cupboard: half a loaf of bread, bag of Sour Cream 'n Onion chips, 10 paper plates, IKEA mesh "baking cover" to keep insects from freshly baked pies and cakes
Number of freshly baked pies and cakes made while living in Vulcan: 0
Contents of living room: two $3 end tables (staying here), kitchen table & chairs (not mine), couch (not mine), computer & monitor, ninja turtles framed picture, "fat cat falling" framed picture, pineapple necklace, giant comb
Contents of bedroom: bed & boxframe (remaining here), suitcase for remaining clothes, large poster tube containing approximately 20-30 posters, none of which adorned a wall but instead lay between two large wooden boards being "flattened"
Number of rooms: 4
Number of lightbulbs: 2
The number of boxes I estimated I would need: 8
Number of boxes needed (approximately): 25
Number of times asked "Do you actually want to keep this?" this weekend: 10-15
Conclusion: I do so hate packing. And cleaning, especially when I still have to live here for another few days. I think I'll eat all my meals sitting on the easily-cleanable kitchen floor, a la the vegetable platter in the townhouse basement a few years ago. Also, I had way too much stuff. I'm leaving like 75% of the things I had here in Kamloops this time. Only 1.5 days of work left before I'm back to BC!
On a bitter, jaded note, my Fantasy Baseball team has apparently decided to collectively display the sports skills of retarded wombats this week, and delivered the worst performance of the entire season, ending my playoff run. Chris Carpenter, who had won every game he'd pitched since JUNE (!!!) delivered not one, but TWO horrendous games this week. Hotshot young starters Rich Harden and Zach Duke? Out with injuries. Season-of-his-life phenom Morgan Ensberg? Injuries. I'd continue but honestly I can feel the rage seeping into my brain already, so I'll stop. I just hope Spigs loses, that bastard.
Also, my cousins and I have picked up the habit of relentlessly mocking emo bands/music/names over the past few months. As an example, really, is there anything easier than making up an emo song name? How about Fires in My Burning Tears? Bleeding Our Love Away? All I Needed Was You? I don't even know where I'm going with this, I'm not even saying emo music is bad. It's just so easy and fun to make fun of is all. And that's just the music. Emo livejournalists are so much better. I swear, someone should make big directory of emo LJ'ers and I'd read it all day at work until I couldn't laugh any more.
[posted by Rades at 7:31 PM] LINK ||
Contents of cupboard: half a loaf of bread, bag of Sour Cream 'n Onion chips, 10 paper plates, IKEA mesh "baking cover" to keep insects from freshly baked pies and cakes
Number of freshly baked pies and cakes made while living in Vulcan: 0
Contents of living room: two $3 end tables (staying here), kitchen table & chairs (not mine), couch (not mine), computer & monitor, ninja turtles framed picture, "fat cat falling" framed picture, pineapple necklace, giant comb
Contents of bedroom: bed & boxframe (remaining here), suitcase for remaining clothes, large poster tube containing approximately 20-30 posters, none of which adorned a wall but instead lay between two large wooden boards being "flattened"
Number of rooms: 4
Number of lightbulbs: 2
The number of boxes I estimated I would need: 8
Number of boxes needed (approximately): 25
Number of times asked "Do you actually want to keep this?" this weekend: 10-15
Conclusion: I do so hate packing. And cleaning, especially when I still have to live here for another few days. I think I'll eat all my meals sitting on the easily-cleanable kitchen floor, a la the vegetable platter in the townhouse basement a few years ago. Also, I had way too much stuff. I'm leaving like 75% of the things I had here in Kamloops this time. Only 1.5 days of work left before I'm back to BC!
On a bitter, jaded note, my Fantasy Baseball team has apparently decided to collectively display the sports skills of retarded wombats this week, and delivered the worst performance of the entire season, ending my playoff run. Chris Carpenter, who had won every game he'd pitched since JUNE (!!!) delivered not one, but TWO horrendous games this week. Hotshot young starters Rich Harden and Zach Duke? Out with injuries. Season-of-his-life phenom Morgan Ensberg? Injuries. I'd continue but honestly I can feel the rage seeping into my brain already, so I'll stop. I just hope Spigs loses, that bastard.
Also, my cousins and I have picked up the habit of relentlessly mocking emo bands/music/names over the past few months. As an example, really, is there anything easier than making up an emo song name? How about Fires in My Burning Tears? Bleeding Our Love Away? All I Needed Was You? I don't even know where I'm going with this, I'm not even saying emo music is bad. It's just so easy and fun to make fun of is all. And that's just the music. Emo livejournalists are so much better. I swear, someone should make big directory of emo LJ'ers and I'd read it all day at work until I couldn't laugh any more.
[posted by Rades at 7:31 PM] LINK ||
The Nintendo Revolution controller(s) were revealed the other day. Apparently according to an article at 1up.com, the controller is a remote-control shaped thing you use in one hand, and there's an attachment with a single analog stick for the other hand.
photos from nintendo.com. click here for more pictures.
1st Impression: WHAT THE HELL
2nd Impression: SERIOUSLY WHAT THE HELL IS THIS
Am I the only one who finds this completely bizarre? I am extremely leery about the idea of the controller being reduced down to a single stick, a single button, and maybe a trigger button or two. It's an extremely inefficient use of hand/finger positioning. Also, it's yet another remote to be lost. That may sound dumb but we all know it's true.
Also, what is with Nintendo making devices now that a kitten could snap in half? The NES, SNES and Gameboy units were all extremely sturdy. The n64 controller, despite it's fragile appearance, was surprisingly durable as well. And the SP and Gamecube units seem pretty solid. But the DS is horribly weak (after like a day you can feel the flip-top hinge weakening) and this thing looks very crushable (though at least it's thick).
I guess it'd be good for like, a fishing game, or a sword-fighting game, or whatever, where you "wield" the remote control, but even THAT is only if the control is extremely responsive and fluid in receiving your motions. After all, isn't that what people thought the Power Glove would be like? Games with the similarly-functioned (I assume) Guncon are among my favorite games, so maybe it'll work out well...IN THAT NICHE where you have to directly point at the screen.
The idea that you can play with either hand is kind of cool, but I'd rather it be an option (like Earthbound) rather than a necessity. Also, due to the nature of needing the controller "face up" when you play, it doesn't seem to be gripped very well in your hand. When you play PS2, the controller is gripped and balanced - it's not going anywhere. This thing, I foresee playing a fast game, when you press a button too hard and suddenly the whole thing is slipping out of your grasp.
I dunno. I was apprehensive of the n64 controller too, but at least that one MADE SENSE and was an actual controller. Maybe this one will turn out okay. It sure seems weird though.
Whatever happened to the days where you could throw a controller against the wall and the only potential damage would be to the wall? I miss those controllers.
[posted by Rades at 11:28 AM] LINK ||
photos from nintendo.com. click here for more pictures.
1st Impression: WHAT THE HELL
2nd Impression: SERIOUSLY WHAT THE HELL IS THIS
Am I the only one who finds this completely bizarre? I am extremely leery about the idea of the controller being reduced down to a single stick, a single button, and maybe a trigger button or two. It's an extremely inefficient use of hand/finger positioning. Also, it's yet another remote to be lost. That may sound dumb but we all know it's true.
Also, what is with Nintendo making devices now that a kitten could snap in half? The NES, SNES and Gameboy units were all extremely sturdy. The n64 controller, despite it's fragile appearance, was surprisingly durable as well. And the SP and Gamecube units seem pretty solid. But the DS is horribly weak (after like a day you can feel the flip-top hinge weakening) and this thing looks very crushable (though at least it's thick).
I guess it'd be good for like, a fishing game, or a sword-fighting game, or whatever, where you "wield" the remote control, but even THAT is only if the control is extremely responsive and fluid in receiving your motions. After all, isn't that what people thought the Power Glove would be like? Games with the similarly-functioned (I assume) Guncon are among my favorite games, so maybe it'll work out well...IN THAT NICHE where you have to directly point at the screen.
The idea that you can play with either hand is kind of cool, but I'd rather it be an option (like Earthbound) rather than a necessity. Also, due to the nature of needing the controller "face up" when you play, it doesn't seem to be gripped very well in your hand. When you play PS2, the controller is gripped and balanced - it's not going anywhere. This thing, I foresee playing a fast game, when you press a button too hard and suddenly the whole thing is slipping out of your grasp.
I dunno. I was apprehensive of the n64 controller too, but at least that one MADE SENSE and was an actual controller. Maybe this one will turn out okay. It sure seems weird though.
Whatever happened to the days where you could throw a controller against the wall and the only potential damage would be to the wall? I miss those controllers.
[posted by Rades at 11:28 AM] LINK ||
A strange memory came to mind tonight when I was doing my pre-bed time wasting (tonight it was reading the old, old archives of blogs that I read currently but never read all the way back). One blog was talking about moments in his past, people that came and went, relationships that failed and why, etc. And suddenly I thought of Russell. It's the only Russell (that I can think of) that I've been friends with. He came to our Elementary School in Grade 3 or 4, I can't remember which exactly. He was a completely average, normal kid. Except he was from Saudi Arabia.
He was a white kid, but his family either lived there or were moving there or something. I never really found out and honestly never really cared. Hell, I was in Grade 3, of course I didn't care. But we hung out and watched Ninja Turtles and played Nintendo and did all that stuff. Then at the end of the school year he left and I never saw him again.
Now, I don't even know if at the time, Saudi Arabia was a really dangerous place like my imagination depicted it to be. I hope it wasn't. My knowledge of Saudi Arabia was basically nil. All I knew was that it was a scary place. I pictured deserts, bombs, guns, wars. That place was Dangerous, not nice and safe like Kamloops.
Me and Russ weren't super best buds or anything, so he never wrote, and I never tried to contact him or anything. Don't forget, this was the pre-email days. I'm almost certain that were we to meet tomorrow, he'd have no idea who I was.
The only keepsake I have of Russ isn't even from him. It's one of those little white cards from a phone number flip-directory. I had my own section in ours, and I still have the card with Russ's name and Kamloops phone number written down in shaky third-grader printing.
It's of no practical use, of course - the number's been invalid for almost 15 years. But I'll still hold onto it, because in my mind, Russ had to leave the safety of Kamloops to go into some ferocious warzone where things would be awful and very dangerous. Whether this is true or not is irrelevent. That's how I saw it. And I also quite clearly remember thinking when he left that if Russ had to go through that huge lifestyle change at age 8, then I can at least hold onto a little cardboard card as a keepsake.
And that's why I'll always remember Russ.
[posted by Rades at 10:59 PM] LINK ||
He was a white kid, but his family either lived there or were moving there or something. I never really found out and honestly never really cared. Hell, I was in Grade 3, of course I didn't care. But we hung out and watched Ninja Turtles and played Nintendo and did all that stuff. Then at the end of the school year he left and I never saw him again.
Now, I don't even know if at the time, Saudi Arabia was a really dangerous place like my imagination depicted it to be. I hope it wasn't. My knowledge of Saudi Arabia was basically nil. All I knew was that it was a scary place. I pictured deserts, bombs, guns, wars. That place was Dangerous, not nice and safe like Kamloops.
Me and Russ weren't super best buds or anything, so he never wrote, and I never tried to contact him or anything. Don't forget, this was the pre-email days. I'm almost certain that were we to meet tomorrow, he'd have no idea who I was.
The only keepsake I have of Russ isn't even from him. It's one of those little white cards from a phone number flip-directory. I had my own section in ours, and I still have the card with Russ's name and Kamloops phone number written down in shaky third-grader printing.
It's of no practical use, of course - the number's been invalid for almost 15 years. But I'll still hold onto it, because in my mind, Russ had to leave the safety of Kamloops to go into some ferocious warzone where things would be awful and very dangerous. Whether this is true or not is irrelevent. That's how I saw it. And I also quite clearly remember thinking when he left that if Russ had to go through that huge lifestyle change at age 8, then I can at least hold onto a little cardboard card as a keepsake.
And that's why I'll always remember Russ.
[posted by Rades at 10:59 PM] LINK ||
So I found out from Ryan yesterday that in Japan, Advent Children, the FF7 movie, had just been released. For PSP, which is completely retarded, but that's another topic altogether. Of course, it wasn't long before it was online. I downloaded it yesterday and I have to say, it's really sweet. I think I might finally pick up the game and play it (once I'm in Vernon).
It takes place two years after the game. It's a continuation storyline. Not really a sequel since it's based entirely off what happens in FF7. It's all CGI but the art is so well done that at times, you'd honestly think it's real people you're watching.
Download link: (you need BitTorrent)
Official website (go here for trailers etc.)
[posted by Rades at 9:42 PM] LINK ||
Just a note to say that pureawesome.net is now official awesome-looking. Go check it out!
edit: And holy shit, the Ranch Tooth went for US $1,781.00!!!
I hate rich people.
[posted by Rades at 5:20 AM] LINK ||
edit: And holy shit, the Ranch Tooth went for US $1,781.00!!!
I hate rich people.
[posted by Rades at 5:20 AM] LINK ||
Yesterday was SANMAN'S BIRTHDAY. I don't know what he did, but it better have involved an unhealthy overindulgence in alcohol.
In other news, www.pureawesome.net is online. It's a collection of funny msn conversations and out-of-context quotes. Right now I've only put up the 2003 quotes, but 2004 is in the works, as well as a few from 2002 and even 2001.
Each entry is individually linkable, in case you want to link to a certain quote or send it to someone on msn. As well, because I'm quite insane and like creating more work for myself, each one is also capable of receiving comments, like a blog entry.
So check them out! Some are silly, some are just plain confusing, but most are pretty funny.
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The special tonight is ass
HEADLINE OF THE YEAR
Fishing with Juan - A journey into the travels of America's Greatest Fisherman
"Here I am posing with a giant Tuna that I caught with film critic Roger Ebert and Stock Car Racer, Tom Waites."
LMAO... maHn, i misz mah baYbeE boI rite nOwz...(siGh*)
How can people type like this? Seriously! Try it, it's actually quite difficult to write like a moron.
Ranch tooth for sale on eBay
RANCH! RANCH! RANCH!
[posted by Rades at 9:03 PM] LINK ||
In other news, www.pureawesome.net is online. It's a collection of funny msn conversations and out-of-context quotes. Right now I've only put up the 2003 quotes, but 2004 is in the works, as well as a few from 2002 and even 2001.
Each entry is individually linkable, in case you want to link to a certain quote or send it to someone on msn. As well, because I'm quite insane and like creating more work for myself, each one is also capable of receiving comments, like a blog entry.
So check them out! Some are silly, some are just plain confusing, but most are pretty funny.
The special tonight is ass
HEADLINE OF THE YEAR
Fishing with Juan - A journey into the travels of America's Greatest Fisherman
"Here I am posing with a giant Tuna that I caught with film critic Roger Ebert and Stock Car Racer, Tom Waites."
LMAO... maHn, i misz mah baYbeE boI rite nOwz...(siGh*)
How can people type like this? Seriously! Try it, it's actually quite difficult to write like a moron.
Ranch tooth for sale on eBay
RANCH! RANCH! RANCH!
[posted by Rades at 9:03 PM] LINK ||
:: VICTORY IS MINE ::
This weekend was a good one. First, I won our Regular Season standings in the baseball pool, beating out Spigs (The Green Bastard) FINALLY. There is still the Playoff rounds, but I am taking this opportunity to gloat mightily over the vanquished John B. Spigott.
Secondly, and I guess more importantly, I got a job in Vernon(!) At the Vernon Morning Star, and lined up a place to live there all over a few days. The story of my application is somewhat interesting...5 hours before it was due, I was still debating over whether to apply or not. The last job I applied to was of course, the one in Vulcan, and since then I've switched computers. This comes into play here because well, my resumes were all on my old computer, and it seems I forgot to transfer them over.
So at lunch the day the applications were due, I dug through my "MSN Received Files" folder to see what I had to work with. The results were a) a cover letter from Nick for his application to the Peace Arch News, b) a resume from Jenn that she had gotten me to proofread, and c) my barebones-resume website I had done for Online Journalism. So I took those to work and tossed them together for a few hours and sent off the resume right at 5pm Alberta (and 4 pm BC) time. A few days later, I went for an interview in Lethbridge. I got interviewed by a dude who works at a business there that is in the same company as the Morning Star, and he passed the info on to Vernon. Kind of strange, but hey, it saved me a trip to Vernon, Also, continuing my odd string of luck here, on the way out of the Advocate that morning, I grabbed a copy of the paper to bring as an afterthought, which was a GREAT decision because that was what 90% of the interview ended up being based off.
A few days after that, I sent the Vernon publisher a few samples of my work via email, then got a call the next day saying I had gotten the job. As my cousin Katie said this weekend, "You just know there's some super serious people who worked on their resumes for days before sending it off and then here's Mike who does a resume in like an hour and gets the job. These people must HATE you."
Conclusion? Yeah, probably, BUT I STILL FREAKING RULE!
[posted by Rades at 11:41 AM] LINK ||
This weekend was a good one. First, I won our Regular Season standings in the baseball pool, beating out Spigs (The Green Bastard) FINALLY. There is still the Playoff rounds, but I am taking this opportunity to gloat mightily over the vanquished John B. Spigott.
Secondly, and I guess more importantly, I got a job in Vernon(!) At the Vernon Morning Star, and lined up a place to live there all over a few days. The story of my application is somewhat interesting...5 hours before it was due, I was still debating over whether to apply or not. The last job I applied to was of course, the one in Vulcan, and since then I've switched computers. This comes into play here because well, my resumes were all on my old computer, and it seems I forgot to transfer them over.
So at lunch the day the applications were due, I dug through my "MSN Received Files" folder to see what I had to work with. The results were a) a cover letter from Nick for his application to the Peace Arch News, b) a resume from Jenn that she had gotten me to proofread, and c) my barebones-resume website I had done for Online Journalism. So I took those to work and tossed them together for a few hours and sent off the resume right at 5pm Alberta (and 4 pm BC) time. A few days later, I went for an interview in Lethbridge. I got interviewed by a dude who works at a business there that is in the same company as the Morning Star, and he passed the info on to Vernon. Kind of strange, but hey, it saved me a trip to Vernon, Also, continuing my odd string of luck here, on the way out of the Advocate that morning, I grabbed a copy of the paper to bring as an afterthought, which was a GREAT decision because that was what 90% of the interview ended up being based off.
A few days after that, I sent the Vernon publisher a few samples of my work via email, then got a call the next day saying I had gotten the job. As my cousin Katie said this weekend, "You just know there's some super serious people who worked on their resumes for days before sending it off and then here's Mike who does a resume in like an hour and gets the job. These people must HATE you."
Conclusion? Yeah, probably, BUT I STILL FREAKING RULE!
[posted by Rades at 11:41 AM] LINK ||