Procrastination is not too productive, but eventually the guilt kicks in and I do something. Not what I'm supposed to do (homework), but something I should do (submit more resumes to some really awesome jobs that I'm not going to get because of my minimal qualifications). I dither around and find a manga publisher requesting resumes from freelance translators. And consider the cover letter I'd have to write in order to convince them that a patent translator/computer engineer would be the ideal person to hire to translate—what genre? Shojo? Actually, I'd probably do really well with SF, as I can flim-flam improbable science with the best of 'em.
I also watch a video. Oz got Netflix and gave me his account information so I can pick videos to my heart's content. Our queue probably confuses the recommendation engine. So anyway, I watch All About Eve and, let me just say, Bette Davis is fucking awesome. Yes, my pop culture commentary has, like, a half century lag to it. On a more current note, this film does make about the best case against botox I can imagine. I mean, aside from the fact that the whole idea of injecting poison into your facial muscles to paralyze them is just nasty in so many ways.
213 words | February 3, 2005 10:22 PM | Because I said