Well that was briefly exciting.

So this headhunter sent me an email about a position for a Ph.D. in LA, making way more money than I'm worth. So I called him, but it turns out they were serious about the Ph.D. thing. He said to call back in 5-10 years.

His first question was easy: "Will you move to L.A. for $100,000, yes or no?" but his second question "How many years experience do you have?" was tough.

I guess it's nice to know my resume looks like a Ph.D.'s. I shoulda gone to grad school.

Cinco de Cinco de Cinco

That 5-5-5 deal makes me want some Arby's. Anyway, I went dancing with some Samfordites after swing. One of them wasn't 21, so we were stuck going to Banana Joe's. Fun though. I think I contributed to the delinquency of a Baptist, but that's hard not to do these days.

Oh, I had a epiphaninni today (that's an observation that would be an epiphany if it weren't so stupid). What I noticed was that people used to watch TV shows to live vicariously through characters they could never hope to become, like Superman, or Donna Reed, or Captain Kirk. Now, I find my aspirations lowered to the point that I get excited for people who manage to clean out their basement and have a garage sale. What's sad is, watching those shows makes me feel like I've accomplished something, substituting their successful projects for my own incomplete ones. Sorta like how porn works (from what I've heard).

Well I for one can't wait for the next 05/05/05. A party like this only comes every hundred years. Unless Mexico comes up with another fake holiday in the interim.

I'm gonna go ahead and schedule a party for 06/06/06. Ya'll are all invited.