inspired moment
I finally had that typical, 8th grade moment and realized how much of an insecure asshole I sounded like when I starting writing this fucking thing two years ago, particularly the September and October of 2005 months. want to see some regret? go read through that shit. not much has changed.
got an email back from a) the editor at the newspaper in Fort Wayne. they’ve hired someone, but they’ll keep my resume on file and if I’m ever in the area, I’m to arrange an apointment for a copy editing test. okay, will do. and b) Mike’s buddy, Scott, an attorney in West by God. he knows a dude who’s on board at the Charleston Daily-Mail, and I’ve applied there, so he passed my resume along. I think I could dig that. capital of the poorest state in the country. Appalachia. Mountaineers fans.
also, the photojournalist grad student sleeping on the couch told me that a tiny five-a-week paper in Missoula is hiring, she knows the managing editor personally and I’d be the sole copy editor/design guy. which could be either an incredible burden or great opportunity. a few minutes ago I was leaning toward “great opportunity,” but I don’t know; I’m baked.
tomorrow is Las Vegas with Neil Evans and the indomitable Pat Ellison. can you say “booze soaked?” I’m trying to get myself mentally prepared for it, but it’s probably going to be much, much worse that anything I could spar with right now. I’m coming back sunday evening. I’ll probably be $150 lighter and my jaw will hurt. I’ll need an interdiction. but. before it happens, I’ll be sure to write about it.
