1) went to the first full day of the "job" today, and fully decided to not continue it further. i'd never realized how slow time can go by when analyzing computer advertisements for corporate chains OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER. it made running that marathon in 3.5 hours last year seem SIMPLE in comparison, much quicker and easier than this one shitty six hour shift. on the good side, i've already got a little job lined up with my friend russ who owns and runs a company that makes the finest faux meat on the market (www.uptonsnaturals.com), helping out and doing demos at whole foods (n'shit). he has a blog up too, here on blogspot, check it out: uptonsnaturals.blogspot.com for some nice vegan recipes. i'm doing that tomorrow, and also going garbage shopping in the suburbs for some free shit, again. i'll let you know how it goes.
2) kind of a strange thing, an old friend died recently in a car accident. i hadn't talked to him in a while. anyways, i just wanted to put something up, as an explanation of the title. it's mocking internet communication while still being an integral part; it's so people can keep up with me if that want, and it's not meant to disrespect anyone or distance myself from anyone. i love all my friends and family dearly, which i think most know about me quite well. the title 'kill your friends' is such an absurd statement in this sense that it's only me expressing my sense of humor, which i do a bit too much at times. regardless, appreciate your friends, and try to keep up with them more, which i'm trying to do as well. jeff was good friends with the friend who died as well. i need to call jeff.
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Thursday, April 23, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
GARBAGE IN / GARBAGE OUT
i was trained at a "job" today by a woman who smelled of play-dough and had possible facial razor burn. it was the first job offered to me (temp job) and hopefully won't be the last. i'm taking it quickly due to need for money and good hours. easily quit, as well.
you know those ads for stores that you get in the mail and automatically throw away? i basically just put those into a computer, change them, create different ones. i think. it seems like the most pointless thing i've ever done, perhaps, but i can do it while listening to music, and very easily. casual dress, as half the people there are in metal bands; i'm starting to think those ads are less about making pointless garbage that become background noise to a constant consumerism, and more about giving nihilists some rent money and a place to go everyday to be comforted by their (my) shitty background noise to a constant flood of musical entertainment. ah, city.
my secret motives in this "job" (and, again, in quotes because i feel it leads to nothing and is not actual work, however, is paid) are the following:
1) to perhaps find a way to take brant and my address off of the mailing list for those fucking ads, which i've tried quite unsuccessfully to do in every apartment i've ever had;
2) learn the lyrics to the new propagandhi album before they tour through chicago again;
3) lose weight through a constant diet of both bullshit nothings and downtown transit exhaust;
4) free coffee; and
5) cultivate a further sense of born-again virginity.
you know those ads for stores that you get in the mail and automatically throw away? i basically just put those into a computer, change them, create different ones. i think. it seems like the most pointless thing i've ever done, perhaps, but i can do it while listening to music, and very easily. casual dress, as half the people there are in metal bands; i'm starting to think those ads are less about making pointless garbage that become background noise to a constant consumerism, and more about giving nihilists some rent money and a place to go everyday to be comforted by their (my) shitty background noise to a constant flood of musical entertainment. ah, city.
my secret motives in this "job" (and, again, in quotes because i feel it leads to nothing and is not actual work, however, is paid) are the following:
1) to perhaps find a way to take brant and my address off of the mailing list for those fucking ads, which i've tried quite unsuccessfully to do in every apartment i've ever had;
2) learn the lyrics to the new propagandhi album before they tour through chicago again;
3) lose weight through a constant diet of both bullshit nothings and downtown transit exhaust;
4) free coffee; and
5) cultivate a further sense of born-again virginity.
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