I like to think that somewhere there’s the perfect job for me, something with creative freedom where I don’t have to deal with too many people and I can make my own hours.
I like to think that this job isn’t worth the effort it takes to find it.
I turn 30 today– what a wonderful gift to remind me that I’m not alone in my feelings of utter inadequacy to compete in the world. Thanks for your accidental present, Dorothy.
I like to draw and I can make curry. I can play the clarinet and competitive Pokemon and I can carve a pumpkin and beat a pickle and patch an electrical cord. But what I really want to do is direct.
Oh come on, girl. Your weak enthusiasm is pretty cute, but let’s cut to the part where you build a 4-story hamster cage and bring people from five different counties to watch Woodchip run a mile of plastic tubes.
As for me…I’m going to raise my own army of digi-tatoes with a computer mind-game the likes of which earth has never seeeeeen! And then I’ll swap everyone’s players with their polar opposites on the tatersphere and watch them wriggle in awkwardness…(of course sending half of the proceeds to the survivors of the coming catastrophe upon the small, forgotten country of Blarkovinschia)
i like to write and i can make delicious rice and legume dishes. i can design knit and crocheted items. i can read music. i take good photos at concerts. i can change a diaper on a wiggling baby and nurse standing up on a busy streetcorner. i can explain how to write an essay in a dozen different ways. i’m an intermediate ATS belly dancer.
so why is it so hard to believe that any of it matters?
This was a program at our school — where you had your IALAC (I am Loving and Caring) and each time someone hurt your feelings they “tore” off a piece of your ialac.
I miss the good old days. If you had feelings of inadequacy, you merely drank until you were blind. Blotto-therapy. Nowadays everyone just cries into their pillow, gobbles Zoloft and Wellbutrin like a toddler in a candy factory and tries like hell to fit into some odd social mold. You lot and your IALAC. Get some damn bourbon and drink it out like your grandpappy!
January 22nd, 2010 at 12:29 am
Drawing, making wry observations.
January 22nd, 2010 at 1:23 am
Ditto….
::sigh::
January 22nd, 2010 at 1:25 am
Holla back, Girl.
January 22nd, 2010 at 3:14 am
‘My IALAC shield will protect me!’
January 22nd, 2010 at 5:15 am
My life story.
January 22nd, 2010 at 5:16 am
I like to think that somewhere there’s the perfect job for me, something with creative freedom where I don’t have to deal with too many people and I can make my own hours.
I like to think that this job isn’t worth the effort it takes to find it.
January 22nd, 2010 at 8:03 am
Slouching. Girl needs a chiropractor or some yoga so bad.
January 22nd, 2010 at 9:29 am
I turn 30 today– what a wonderful gift to remind me that I’m not alone in my feelings of utter inadequacy to compete in the world. Thanks for your accidental present, Dorothy.
January 22nd, 2010 at 10:19 am
Thanks for the lighthouse.
January 22nd, 2010 at 2:53 pm
This is simply wonderful. I resonate with this to the nth degree.
January 22nd, 2010 at 7:14 pm
Mmmmmmmmmm… lemon squares…
January 23rd, 2010 at 2:14 am
I like to draw and I can make curry. I can play the clarinet and competitive Pokemon and I can carve a pumpkin and beat a pickle and patch an electrical cord. But what I really want to do is direct.
January 23rd, 2010 at 12:57 pm
she is almost so determined.
January 23rd, 2010 at 6:42 pm
Oh come on, girl. Your weak enthusiasm is pretty cute, but let’s cut to the part where you build a 4-story hamster cage and bring people from five different counties to watch Woodchip run a mile of plastic tubes.
As for me…I’m going to raise my own army of digi-tatoes with a computer mind-game the likes of which earth has never seeeeeen! And then I’ll swap everyone’s players with their polar opposites on the tatersphere and watch them wriggle in awkwardness…(of course sending half of the proceeds to the survivors of the coming catastrophe upon the small, forgotten country of Blarkovinschia)
January 23rd, 2010 at 7:06 pm
I unwrite books.
January 24th, 2010 at 10:31 am
Are you sure you want to know? Hardly anyone is ever paid well (if at all) for what he or she is good at.
January 25th, 2010 at 12:49 am
I’m good at making comparisons, I make comparisons as a tachyon makes me confused about photons.
January 25th, 2010 at 5:45 am
Man, D, you’re on a roll
January 25th, 2010 at 5:48 am
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January 25th, 2010 at 9:20 am
i like to write and i can make delicious rice and legume dishes. i can design knit and crocheted items. i can read music. i take good photos at concerts. i can change a diaper on a wiggling baby and nurse standing up on a busy streetcorner. i can explain how to write an essay in a dozen different ways. i’m an intermediate ATS belly dancer.
so why is it so hard to believe that any of it matters?
January 25th, 2010 at 11:49 am
reminds me of http://catandgirl.com/?p=1534
January 25th, 2010 at 9:53 pm
“A weed is a plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered”-Ralph Waldo Emerson
January 25th, 2010 at 9:55 pm
people used to think tomatoes were poisonous.
January 30th, 2010 at 9:15 am
Love the subtle shifts in mood using nothing more than background changes.
February 1st, 2010 at 1:49 pm
IALAC!
This was a program at our school — where you had your IALAC (I am Loving and Caring) and each time someone hurt your feelings they “tore” off a piece of your ialac.
May 29th, 2010 at 1:13 am
We had IALAC (lovable and capable) in our camp counselor training! I had forgotten all about that.
June 7th, 2010 at 8:30 am
I miss the good old days. If you had feelings of inadequacy, you merely drank until you were blind. Blotto-therapy. Nowadays everyone just cries into their pillow, gobbles Zoloft and Wellbutrin like a toddler in a candy factory and tries like hell to fit into some odd social mold. You lot and your IALAC. Get some damn bourbon and drink it out like your grandpappy!
June 11th, 2010 at 3:17 pm
And the moral of the story is… you have to be good at skinning things, since that makes furry coats!