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I don’t really have any particular topic in mind, so I think I’m going to ramble just for the sake of posting something new.

I often write myself notes for post topics, but by the time I get around to actually writing them, I have no idea what any of them mean. I have a note in my cellphone from the middle of June that says “heat generation”. What the heck is that supposed to mean? Goodbye, potential post topic. We’ll never know what might have been. It’s sad, really. I feel like I just aborted a thought fetus (no coat hanger necessary).

I have had several people ask me recently how my job search is going. It isn’t. Before yesterday afternoon, I hadn’t really looked for anything (aside from browsing the Sunday classifieds a handful of times, but based on the jobs in there, I’m pretty sure the only jobs that are still advertised in the paper are for people who probably don’t know how to get on the internet). I found a couple jobs online yesterday that I am going to submit my resume to. One of them is pretty much the exact same job I have now, so I’m not too hung up on that one. The other is a position that I believe I’m greatly underqualified for, but I figure it won’t hurt to apply.

It makes me laugh when it’s raining out and I see old ladies wearing the small plastic tarps on their head to keep their hair from getting messed up. Old people in general are a pretty entertaining subset of the population. They seem to either be bitter and mean or warm and kind, with very little in-between. They movely slowly [note: this is only funny when you are not behind them on the road], and a lot of them employ the shuffle step, whereby they walk without really picking their feet up off the ground. I think this is to minimize the risk of falling and shattering their comically fragile hips. Keep at it, old folks. And tell Florida I said hi.

That’s enough for now, I think, as it is high time that I got some lunch in me. More to come soon (I hope).