Wednesday, May 13, 2009


It must've been a rough time for Matthew McConaughey when he agreed to do this movie. Note that this film is real but has somehow remained buried in obscurity until comedian Paul Scheer recently yanked it from the netherworld.

My favorite part is about a 1:28 in when you see this:

I know Jews, Matt, and you my friend are no Jew.

"I care about what Arye says thiiiiis much"

Hey, world! Wonder what I'm thinking about the new Green Day record?
Yeah? YEAH!

Well, here it is.
No, not here. Over here!

*Major bonus points if you got this reference.

Wednesday, May 06, 2009


Ever the cliche, sitting in a cafe writing a blog entry. Where did it all go wrong? Here's the thing about not having a job: time flies. Like you look at your watch and you think, whoa, it's 5:31. This is not a bad thing, it's just an unnerving thing like lack of productivity becomes exponentially louder and louder when you don't have an office or a stable salary.
Go into work and do nothing = it's okay. You're still getting paid.
Don't have a job and do little = world is coming to an end. The Mayans were right.

I have spent the last couple of weeks getting into a rhythm but sadly, my rhythm keeps losing beat. If only my drummer and bassist could get up at a decent time and seize the day! Note to self: develop a Dead Poet's Society alarm clock. Ironic to some, sincere to many.

Networking is in full effect. Calling friends, headhunters, friends of headhunters, headfriends, friendhunters, etc. Some call back, some don't. That's life in the fast lane. Persistence is my co-pilot. However, some don't even respond to a friendly-yet-URGENT email/call/singing telegram. It's the economy, right? We're all hurting, right? Ouch. That is the sound of us hurting. Can you hear it?
Bang your leg on a coffee table!
There you go. That's us hurting. A bitch, innit?

The worst part of this whole economy-no job-thing is that I'm not even sure what I should be doing with my life. Hello, delayed mid-mid-life crisis. Make yourself at home like ten years later. Jeez. Even my crisissisisi can't show up on time. What kind of mid-life will I have when it hits me in my 60's?!? Uncool, crisis. Get your act together.

Got a job recommendation? Got a job? Don't be shy. I'm sincere.