Hello, Blogger

Well, I'm back at Credit Swiss Mist Boston, thanks to the career wizards at Personally Expressed. What I do here is called answering the telephone. One lady is traveling on business, some other guy has a sick kid, and there is only one other person I am supposed to answer it for and she answers it herself, I guess. So I am chillin'.

I am reading For Whom The Bell Tolls, and trying to get into it, but it is very boring. The dialogue is all written in this kind of stilted, awkward English, which I assumed was Papa Hemingway's tip-off that all the characters were actually speaking Spanish and that the dialogue is supposed to be a translation, but then he started putting italicized Spanish words into it. Why would Spanish guerillas be speaking English? It makes them sound like retards. What an idiot this guy is. Here is a list of movies that we watched starting from like last week:

• The Rules of Attraction: Bad
• No Man's Land: Good
• Miller's Crossing: Good
• Pumpkin: Gratuitously perverse
• The Recruit: Nothing is what it seems, but this movie is Bad.

I brought the game Dak & Jaxter back to Royal Video last night and there was this guy on line next to me at the register who kept trying to start up a conversation with the clerks, me, everyone else about how he wished he had more time on the weekends. "Look at this rug, it's like you're pulling it out from under me," he said, pointing at the carpet. I started to agree, but one of the clerks caught my eye and whispered, "No, don't even talk to him. He's really crazy." So I paid for the rental and left. I was afraid the crazy man might follow me home and want to climb in through the screen.

So I signed up to work on this thing called Arianne until I get a real job. It is this GPL massively multiplayer game creation system, and I told them I could write C/C++ for them or write game text or something.