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i'm writing to explain why i'm not writing, which seems to be a recurring theme to this blog. another recurring theme, i've noticed, is that of titties. sorry about that i suppose.

so, back in my queens apartment, i'm unemployed, and trying to collect unemployment for the first time in my life, which is surprising considering how many times i've changed careers in my life. by the time i retire, i will have had a job in every field excepting for cheese-stuft hot dog quality control.

naturally, job interviews will be a common event in the coming days and weeks (and, depending upon how much unemployment pays nowadays, years).

job interviews are about as fun as fishing for electric eels with your teeth. despite my aversion towards the process, i usually do reasonably well at it. it's sort of like meeting your lover's parents, only it's easier because the people you talk with aren't picturing you violating their daughter. or, if they are picturing you violating their daughter, then you didn't want that job anyway, so no harm done.

tomorrow i'm interviewing with the associated press.

other news: i'm writing a teleplay, and it will rule. i just need a name for the hero, who happens to be a detective. so if you have any ideas for me, click on my name down below this post and give em to me. it should be like Tracer Bullit, Mike Hammer, or (yes, my dear sister lara) John Belk.

oh, yet more other news: my fantasy baseball team is horrendous. belly itchers the lot of em.

ok, wish me luck, or send money.