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March 28, 2005
You can check out any time you like, but you may never leave
3/28/05
So I got this job. It’s pretty cool—ideal, in fact. Excellent pay & benefits (the annual salary is quite close to the sum of my previous life earnings), incredibly bright and cool boss and coworkers. The work is (get this) interesting, it heavily draws on both my educational and military experiences, and I’ll get to eventually get to see the fruits of my labor put to good use in near real-time—possibly to life-saving effect. There is ample opportunity to travel on their dime (but only if I want to) and I even get a 401(k).
Having said that, I’m now going to pose the version of the existential question that we twenty-somethings have blindly corrupted: “Now what the hell am I supposed to do?”
The Tyler Durden had this conversation with himself after blowing up his apartment and relocating to a house that reminded me of my old barracks. He remembered talking to his dad. “Go to college,” he said.
“Check. Now what, Dad.”
“I dunno. Get Married.”
That’s where Tyler’s dad stopped offering advice. What else is there?
Breathe—Check.
Eat—Check, check.
Procreate—Check.
Get Married—Check.
Bail out of a C-130 in the middle of the night (33 times)—Check.
Go to college—Check.
Get a job—Check.
Buy life insurance to fund the grossly overpriced baking of my corpse—Hey, that reminds me—here’s my living will, the short, short version:
As long as I know what a plug is, don’t touch my fucking plug. If there’s any doubt, get more opinions. Remember, at least 30 are required for statistical significance.
If I tell you I want to die, gimme a couple months to think it over.
After the fact, put my ashes somewhere where there will never be a subdivision
If there’s a holy person presiding over the funeral, he/she may not make any reference to “the Lord,” heaven/hell, Jesus of Nazareth, or “salvation.” (Enlightenment,” however, may be mentioned)
Make sure that my daughter knows that I love her and she is expected to be fluent in at least two languages and one instrument by age 15
Well, it’s settled then—got a ship to catch. Next stop: Hotel California.
Posted by james at 09:49 PM | Comments (2)
March 26, 2005
Pictures
Posted by james at 08:20 PM | Comments (0)
Your amusement ruined by Dell, Inc.
c
I just spent the last two hours writing a bunch of brilliant updates to make up for the last month and a half wich were wiped out because of Dell's poorly engineered keyboard.
I was trying to copy (using ctl-c) but the ctl keys on this machine sporadically stops working so instead of copying the highlighed writing it replaced it all--about 5 pages worth-- with the letter c, above.
So take it from me, that c up there is funny and worth reading. If you stare at it long enough, you might even glean some insight in to the last month and a half of my life. But probably not.
Posted by james at 07:30 PM | Comments (2)