You Can't Fire Me, I Don't Really Work Here

Denied! Washed out again at another job app. Stings less every time. Soon I will begin to enjoy it. Then I won't be able to become aroused unless I'm explaining what I bring to the organization, and how my main personal flaw is my own unyielding perfectionism. And then I'll be unable to recall if I posted my resume to mediabistro or a porn site, or both. Either way, it's hottt. Rejection is the new acceptance. So take these abbreviated link dumps again, because I'm so boss like Glengarry Glen Ross, which I'll be seeing next month with Alan Aladdin Alda and Liev Schshhhhreeeeeiber, bovs. Did I just say "bovs"? Time for lunch. WILL YOU GO TO LUNCH! Yes, yes I will.

Spell with images from flickr, as posted above. Mr. Sparklepants vs. Naked Cowboy. Banana-tarantula smoothie (real-seeming; not recommended). The Frog Watches Lobster Listen to Hall and Oates Show. Sin Cinema. Awesome pizza cutters. Highly recommended: amazing CGI short Le Prince Bleu. (via)

And one more flickr-tool: the Visual Dictionary. Be careful. (via)

Comments

[JMH]

.....The spider smoothie was scary as all hell! If I did that, the spider would re-constitute in the smoothie, leap out onto my face, and bite the crap out of me! And there I'd be, having a nervous breakdown with a gooey, spider-bitten face, soiled drawers, and the damned spider would be loose in the house!

JH