The Magic Roundabout pt2.

OK, i'm officially ferkin' confused. I just had a phone call from last week's job interview- the one I got an email from saying "thanks, but, no thanks". They were checking the contact details for my referees. Huh? I was too confused at that point to go "what the fuck?" So i'm still in the running for that job - it appears that the email was a mistake. Yep, it's a very magical little roundabout. On top of that I have another interview at the "Australian automotive icon" in just over two hours. Wah.
I think this weekend may require some drinking to be done. Hmmm.

J.

The Magic Roundabout

Dang it! Last weeks interview was a bust! Bah! But had another today with a recruitment agency and hopefully i'll get an interview with the employer in the next couple of days. They do the outsourcing for the customer service for an "Australian automotive icon" Sorry Timmay it's the enemy! Though Mrs Biggs and Mr & Mrs Fish would think it's cool. We can but sit and fucking wait!
Went and saw a band tonight who were looking for a bass player. The guitarist/songwriter was an absolute gun! He could really write some damn good tunes - think At the Drive-in crossed with the Strokes! Unfortunately he was no great shakes as a singer. I declined to join the band, it just didn't feel right for me. I did give the guitarist a few bits of advice though, and he really appreciated it! I also told him I was jealous of his ability - he was only 21!! Oh to be 21 again and with that level of songwriting! I do have another iron in the fire re another band. They're having trouble with their bass player and are thinking of giving him the boot. They'll be playing a gig in a couple of weeks, so i'll duck in and check 'em out. Maybe this time.
My parents have been and gone, it was cool, though mum was sad to be leaving. I did save them from a divorce though - I convinced my father to buy a gps for the car - in her own admission mum can't read a map to save her life. Mum's happy and dad's happy - it also helps that he loves gadgets.

Anywho, wah!

J.

Always think of the best thing to say much later...

I went to another interview the other day. It was cattle-call. There were about 27 of us, pretty cool group mostly musicians. It was for a job with a music company after all! We started out with all of us in a conference room having to stand up and say your name and "something you were proud to achieve" I said the required lines and told about playing at the BDO. What I should have said (with my most mischevious smile) was: "Hello, my name is Mr Cool and I've been sober for four days!" Now that would have been much more fun. And would probably made me a little bit more memorable - though probably for the wrong reasons....
My parents get in from Tas tomorrow and are going to hang around for a couple of days before heading north again. I'm actually looking forward to it. They used to live down here over thirty years ago and I don't think Mum has actually been back here for about twenty years. So it will be cool to take them around and show them everything and possibly learn some more family history pre my procreation.
My housie, Taggs, heads off to San Fran tomorrow! Woo-hoo for her! We just had a conversation with the D.i.d. and Princess E on the 'puter and watched them on the web-cam. We really need to get one. They could send us little bits of voice recording. That was fun. It was good to see them even though they couldn't see us.
Summer is starting to finally feel like its here - yes, I know it doesn't officially start until December, but shit, we had snow down here last week!!. The grass has been mowed, the fan has been switched on for the first time and the cricket has started again. Might need to fire the bbq up just complete the picture, oh, and get some beer action. More horses!

Anyways, hope everyone's having a rock-show!

J.

Strange Days...

Hello to the world! I'm still here. At least my body is. I know it is. The shaky sleep deprived seediness is a clear sign that I am still here. The fireworks behind my eyelids and a strange floating mental malaise and a bizaare feeling that something or someone is behind me kicking me in the arse - in a motivational sort of way. Ahh, a neo-sobriety moment. A ball of energy and creativity bouncing around my gut a bit like the last coffee I had. Brain synapses firing and sparking with a twitchiness rivaled only by the twitchy DTs of my hands. I am the king of my own little universe. The narrator of my own inner monologue. The petulant and snobish critic of the movie of the musical of the play based on the book of the travelog of my journey from multiplying cells to self-awareness and the ability to recognise myself in a mirror. We are in good company here with the elephants and dolphins - so long and thanks for all the fish! Plus dolphins also like to have sex for pleasure rather than just procreation. That's probably why they look so happy all time. This is still a point of contention for the puritanical prudish elephants, but everyone is entitled to their opinion. I'm sure they'll get over it eventually. I am a rejector and a rejectee. I am flying the emotional plane solo again. It was my choice. It was the right choice. I was not the right choice for my former co-pilot. Here's a parachute and happy landings. I'm just another blip on the radar or depending upon the meteorlogical conditions a vapour trail (beautiful song btw...) scarring a vast azure canvas. The rock-star-in-waiting is still the rock-star-in-waiting. Pipped at the post. I was not the beaten favourite, but the betting had me as a good thing. Probably a safe selection in a quinella. An experienced runner with good staying power, loves the wet. Blinkers off. The corporate crusade continues, the search for income is still without outcome. There have been rumours and rebukes. There have been summits and subjection. There have been offerings and offings. The game is afoot and we are getting better at playing it. A few false starts but now training and muscle-memory are getting us over the advantage line. Still to see if this will pay off with points and an eventual victory, but we are in the game and fat lady hasn't yet warmed up the pipes. These are strange days indeed.

J.