Man, what a difference a few years makes. Yesterday was my 38th birthday. I celebrated by not shoving a shotgun barrel in my mouth and pulling the trigger. It was the weakest, wackest birthday I've had in a long time. Of course, I don't really get to celebrate until this weekend when I'm with my wife, but still, it was pretty rotten.
I had a second interview, this time over the phone, with Ch.arm City. I thought it was a good omen that they set the date on my birthday. Turns out it wasn't that good of an omen. Man, oh man was that a rough interview. Yes, of course Satan's Anus is smaller than Satan's Sandbox, I understand economies of scale and such. Give me a shot. Even if I got through that interview, I still have yet another one to go, which I won't know if I advanced to until mid-January. The wheels of major city bureaucracy moves slowly.
Just looking back on the blog thing and in blog terms, my shit has changed significantly. I started this thing as a bow-tied, 34 year old malcontent. Now I'm a 38 YEAR OLD malcontent who wears fewer bowties!!! That's a lot of change, yo!