| Let It Snow Let It Snow Let It Snow... |
[Dec. 20th, 2009|04:27 pm] |
Or not.
We got hammered here on the South Shore by that big, apocalyptic snow storm. It got started around midnight and is only now just stopped. There's something like two feet of snow on the porch, and we had to dig out the front twice (my brother the first time, myself just an hour ago). I dearly hope this is not going to be the norm for this winter, Farmer's Almanac be damned.
How's everyone else doing? |
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| Chris Hero's Superman Remix |
[Nov. 29th, 2009|02:26 am] |
A remix of John Williams' Superman Theme, used as entrance music by indy pro wrestler Chris Hero
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| Lay Off Is Going Through... |
[Nov. 23rd, 2009|09:56 pm] |
Barring a last minute miracle.
I'm taking the buy-out package work is offering. Between that and 18 months of unemployment (I hope to god I won't be unemployed that long) I should be all right for a while. |
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| Folks... |
[Nov. 22nd, 2009|08:00 pm] |
If anyone who bothers with this sporadic blog thinks of it, please send me some good vibes for tomorrow. There's a chance that my office will stay open and I won't get laid off. I'll find out sometime tomorrow.
Cheers. |
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| So... |
[Nov. 2nd, 2009|09:01 pm] |
People are not using 411 on their cell phones as much as they use to, finding it easier and more convenient to look for numbers on-line. Thus, traffic for Directory Assistants has decreased.
So, Verizon is going to begin gutting Livesource, one of the branches of the company that handles that. My center is going to be closed by March, perhaps earlier, and at least 120 people have to be let go. They are offering buy-out packages to employees, but if their quota is not met, people get laid off with two weeks severance for every year they've put in.
Either way, I'm pretty much fucked. Even if I don't get laid off, by some miracle, and get transfered to another call center, I'm probably going to have to go through this again. Directory Assistance, like the Post Office and print media, is going the way of the dodo.
I'm fucked and I don't know what I'm going to do.
Jeremy |
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| Stopped My Comics Sub. |
[Sep. 16th, 2009|09:51 pm] |
Stopped at my local comic book store for the first time in maybe a year and talked to the owner Dave. I've ended the pulls for the last two comics I've be getting, Usagi Yojimbo and Knights of the Dinner Table. I'll be buying the stock of back issues I've accumulated, but will be getting nothing else new.
I've had a subscripition of one sort or the other since I was a Junior in high school. This will be the first time in nearly 15 years that I'm not actively collecting at least one comic book.
Quesada, Millar, and Bendis has managed to do what even the worst excesses of the '90s couldn't do - turn me completely off comics. |
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| Alone Forever? |
[Sep. 4th, 2009|11:13 pm] |
Chatting with a woman on-line last night. I had answered an ad she put up. I thought we were hitting it off. She asked to exchange pictures.
Get an e-mail today, saying that she was sorry, but she wasn't attracted to me.
I'm so very tired of this. I'm not attractive, or I'm vanilla, or "I can't see us being anything other than friends".
Almost 15 years ago, I had a vision. A real honest-to-God premonition of the future. A future in which I was alone and old and made evil by my age and loneliness.
Nothing has yet happened to convince my that what I saw on a cold, snowy, December night will not come true.
Jeremy |
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| From My New Notebook, Written July 9th, 2009 |
[Jul. 11th, 2009|01:22 am] |
I look down at this white space, tattooed with evenly spaced rows of blue lines, and I am intimidated. One-hundred and eighty sheets of paper, cut ten inches by eight and a half, bound together by spiraling rings of metal. It's easily carried under my arm, yet looms vast and ominous in my mind.
So many stories, ideas, characters, all springing to life in my mind. Such comes easily to me. Yet I've only written a handful of stories in full. Some die still-born, half-written then left to moulder in lost notebooks or hum impotently between magnetic fields. Most never escape the prison of my skull.
Why is it so hard for me to write. I enjoy writing. I know it could create an escape from the misery of my existence, somehow transform me from a failure and a loser into maybe something more palpable. Yet I don't write.
Am I just lazy?
Am I afraid?
Am I deluded, thinking I have talent?
I wish I knew. |
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| Note To Self... |
[May. 22nd, 2009|12:45 am] |
Do not shoot Gil Wulfenbach.
It is... counterproductive.
Jeremy Harper |
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| Huka Blues |
[May. 20th, 2009|11:00 pm] |
As I spiral back into being interested in wrestling again (ACK!) I searched for and found one of the best entrance theme songs of all time.
SABU!!!
Cheers,
Jeremy Harper |
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| User Pic |
[May. 15th, 2009|02:16 am] |
Decided to finally place a user pic. I am now an angry insectoid evildoer. Yehaaa!
Cheers,
Jeremy Harper |
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| AmoKitty... |
[May. 15th, 2009|02:05 am] |
Are you out there?
Say hi if you can.
Thinking of you,
Jeremy |
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| Heroes In The Wind |
[May. 13th, 2009|12:31 am] |
Looking back on my last few posts, it seems to me I do nothing but bitch about being miserable.
I'm sorry about that.
As a change of pace, I'm going to post something positive - my favorite writer of fantasy is joining his collegue H.P. Lovecraft in literary respectability by having a volume of his work published by Penguin Classics.
Heroes in the Wind: from Kull to Conan: The Best of Robert E. Howard
Paperback: 400 pages Publisher: Penguin Classics ISBN-10: 0141189436 ISBN-13: 978-0141189437
Product Description Howard's swashbuckling fantasy stories feature the adventures of the enigmatic Conan: a free barbarian from distant Cimmeria who ventures into the splendid kingdoms of the south to find his fortune in the lost eons of the Hyborian Age between the sinking of Kull’s Atlantis and the dawn of history. Cunning thief, captain of mercenaries and corsairs, lover of sultry temptresses, Conan follows his destiny into demon-haunted treasure towers and across the plains of death. And at last, like Kull before him, he slashes his name across the scrolls of royalty as King Conan, usurper-lord of imperial Aquilonia.
This is coming out in September. I've probably have or have read all the stories that are going to be published in this volume, but I'm still going to get it.
Jeremy Harper |
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| Need to Get A New Car |
[Apr. 21st, 2009|08:07 pm] |
The timing belt in my Mitsubishi Mirage snapped yesterday and wrecked my piston valves. It will cost me 2500 dollars to get repaired, and this isn't counting the 600 I owe just to see if the damn thing was salvagable.
I paid 10,000 for the Mirage three years ago. Just not worth it. And I still owe a little over two years on the fucking thing.
I hate my life. I'm going to be poor and miserable forever.
Jeremy Harper |
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| Weird Is... |
[Apr. 7th, 2009|09:58 pm] |
Watching a homosexual fox sing about the joys of sodomy while he thrusts his pelvis at his audience...
What do you think weird is? |
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| Job Looking |
[Apr. 7th, 2009|09:49 pm] |
A whole bunch of new jobs opened up at Verizon, the company I work for as an operator. I've applied for about eight or nine of them. They're all what the company calls Service Rep jobs; from the description of their duties and responsibilities, a Service Rep job looks a lot like your usual retail job, but instead of getting paid 8, 9 bucks an hour you get paid 20 or 25 bucks an hour, not counting incentives and bounties. My buddy Joe says despite the high pay they aren't quite as popular as other jobs in the company, so despite my low seniority I may have a shot (Joe's father, who's been with Verizon in one form or another for thirty years says it usually takes four years for an operator to move out of Directory Assistance, and I don't quite have three years yet).
I'm trying not to get a head of myself yet - I have low seniority, other people in my office have applied, and will still have to take tests to qualify for the job if I get selected. Still, it would be nice to make real money again. The jobs are also all fairly far away, so I may have to move as well, but the prospect of that doesn't bother me much - I've been where I am far too long.
Those of you who bear me good will, keep your fingers crossed, please. |
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