Late Night Nothing to Write Blues

No rants here (I guess, unless I find something to rant about later). No agenda to push. I feel the need to write but have no topic in mind. I could ramble on about comic books for a thousand more words but people don't care for those entries so much.

My Future

I guess I'll just talk about what is on my mind. I have a job interview on Thursday and I feel a bit paralyzed in the meantime. If it works, I will take it. It only pays 11.25 an hour to start but that is better than the 0 an hour I make at the moment. I heard back from SC unemployment and they are offering me $326 a week for a year, before taxes. I can't live on that. I figured out I can live on 11.25 an hour but only if I don't buy a car, don't spend any leisure money, pay only the minimum on my credit card and eat nothing but ramen. It will be like being back in college again (or grad school, actually). I am kind of looking forward to the challenge. I may see if the casino has any other part-time positions I could work for awhile or if they offer overtime.



This, of course, puts my future role as the psychotic maniac in my friends' movie up in the air. I don't know if I can get a vacation so soon after starting a new job.

My Other Future?

In order to get to the casino everyday will require a triple bus transfer and take about an hour. This will definitely take me back to my Boston days, when I rode buses and trains everywhere. If I remember correctly, I should leave about two hours before my shift starts in case of buses running late. I remember one late night in Boston where the buses just stopped for some reason and never came to pick up my stop. When I got home I asked Eric, "Guess how I got home?" To which he replied, "Rickshaw?" Which I thought was damn funny and very telling of how late it was before I saw my house.

I am trying to imagine monitoring a casino full of people for 8 hours a day. I mean, I love to people watch. Getting paid for it would be a blast. I just wonder...you know that scene in the Matrix (why has that movie been on my mind so much lately?) where Neo gets distracted by the woman in the red dress?

You know the one...

If I were a cheater at a casino, I would make sure I brought some eye candy with me to distract the people manning the cameras. I mean, I am only human. I can't promise I won't be tempted to look if a hottie is on the screen. Speaking of...

Good Lord!

I finished reading Tina Fey's Bossypants today. That was a funny book. It is odd that she wrote it as if only women would be reading it. Her sense of humor reminds me of several of my friends and I miss them. Her little bits about improv are really cool to read. I need to read an improv book. Anyway, the main thing I got from her book was, "Don't ever try to talk to me if you don't know me." She mocks pretty much any topic or opening line you could come up with to speak to her. I GUESS OUR LOVE WILL NEVER BE...

Speaking of improv, my teacher called me a jerk the other night, which is a sure sign that I have made a new friend. My former fiancee used to tell me that she knew I was the one for her when I casually flipped her the bird one day before we started dating (I mean, not out of nowhere, she was talking shit). I think it is the same theory, you can only be insulting to people you feel really comfortable with. You can't call someone a jerk if you don't know how they will react...unless you are a sociopath. My friend Eric and his brother used to call each other "jerk" all the time but in the friendliest way. So, I look for that in a friend, someone I can flip off or who can call me something other people would find offensive. In fact, I seem to gravitate towards the people who piss other people off unintentionally. Those are my favorite people.

I have been feeling very socially awkward lately. As the weather has gotten better, people have gotten nicer here on the MO side of things. Now, just about everyone is friendly. Moreso even than Greenville, I find myself in these mini-conversations with strangers that are oddly rewarding. When you live alone and don't communicate with another living soul all day (like I did today) you get a little caught up in your own thoughts. You don't expect the pizza guy to tell you how you should be watching Frisky Dingo or the rental car agent to ask you your life's story. It takes me a second to shake out of my internal monologue and talk. I imagine I look like one of those animatronic presidents at Disney World lurching to life.

Shotgun Jones is deadly justice...so goes the theme song...

I will be embarking on writing an MST3K style script with one of the guys from my improv class, Dale. We are watching Shotgun Jones, which is kind of hilarious without anyone commenting but the jokes almost write themselves. Who knows, maybe this comedy thing will take off for me?

I am doing a series of posts on twitter under the handle Oscarbot3000 (or you can search using winterteeth). I am trying to write pithy bon mots in the style of Oscar Wilde if his mind had been uploaded into an android here in 2013. A few people clicked "like" when I posted about this on facebook but I got no new followers. Help Oscarbot3000 achieve sentience, people!

Also, I am sporadically doing a radio show on grooveshark. I think you can usually find it here. I usually post on facebook shortly in advance of when I will be playing the music so check your local listings there.

OK, that is it for tonight. I have worked out the writing bug for today. Maybe I sleep before 4am tonight?