In movement

[garran]

I noticed that the VPL had information about getting jobs there right on their website this whole time, so I have applied for a job there (as a "Library Assistant"). In the time leading up to doing so I felt excited and daydreamed about working at the library a lot, and now that it's done I've felt my brain make a fairly immediate switch to assuming that I got everything wrong and that I'll never hear back about it. Luckily, that outcome is no longer in a position to be affected by my insecurities.

I've started to get anonymous porn spam in the comments to old entries here. It's only been a couple, so far, and days apart; I hope that it doesn't swell to the point where I'll need to disable anonymous commenting. Very few of my regular commenters don't have accounts to post from (my parents, too infrequent to be 'regular', would be the closest), but I would very much like to remain inclusive on principle.

"What a stereotypical livejournal entry," I thought. "I should mention my dog!" Actually, I haven't mentioned my dog to my weblog in ages. Dear weblog: my dog is still awesome and cute. We just got him a toy which is just a laser pointer and you shine it on the ground and he chases the dot around furiously. I can't tell if he really likes it or is really frustrated by not being able to catch it; possibly some of both? It's strange the ways in which a dog remains dependent and basically uncommunicative. It's not like having a child, who would eventually become autonomous, and well before that was totally achieved would be able to articulate their feelings, open doors, etc. Bandit is capable of a certain amount of personal growth -- we're pretty certain by now that he's no longer liable to wantonly use the house as a bathroom, for instance -- but he's always going to need us to feed him, and to figure out without being able to ask whether he's happy or infuriated about the laser pointer.

(The other weird thing about the laser pointer is that it's totally just a laser pointer. This company apparently subsists entirely on taking ordinary laser pointers (with slightly customized cases) and putting them in packaging that suggests you use them to taunt your pets.)

I have been involved in starting a weekly group watching Babylon 5 at David/Karen/Jeremy's newish apartment and that's going pretty awesome. (The original impetus was that David has an impressively powerful movie projector, but he noticed eventually that that was actually overkill so now he uses something much more humble and with less expensive lightbulbs for this everyday stuff. We're still watching it gigantically projected on their living room wall, though.)

Generally, though in a transitional rather than a stable way, my life is pretty satisfying right now.

Comments

[masamage.livejournal.com]

I have nothing specific to respond to, but this was fun to read. So there.

[feedbacksolo.livejournal.com]

Oh! I hope you work in a library! Even if it's very far away from where I live, I want to come there and read books that have been lovingly arranged and organized by you!