I uploaded some new pics:

• Dinner of Weirdness + Bowling
• Wayne's bachelor party
• Carly's 5th Birthday and Their New House

This joblessness thing really gets boring after a while. I'm definately living up to my state-given responsiblity of actively seeking employment, but there's just no way I can spend 8 hours a day sending resumes.

Last Friday I had an on-site interview. It went pretty well. And I got an email from a different recruiter for a different position at a different place. He said I "may want to start preparing for an interview for early next week" that I ended up having on Monday. I don't know what kind of preparation I would do to answer questions about my past work experience. I'm pretty well-versed in that. I think maybe he was expecting me to undergo a three-day ritual purification or something. I pretty much never prepare for anything -- I didn't even study for my college entrance exams. But I get by okay.

I think I might end up with two job offers out of it. They're roughly for the same thing -- Tibco programming -- and both at banks. So I would do either one.

But until then, I got lots of free time on my hands. Hence, my website. All fancied up, now it is. (Here's another random list of stuff that I thought up with the intention of being vaugely amusing:

Boy Scout Merit Badges They Ought to Have

• Knot Untying
• Retrieving Your Keys When You've Locked Them in the Car
• Tax Preparation)

And Dr. Phil. I'm a big Dr. Phil fan now. Plus all manner of judge shows. But it just isn't enough ... There has to be more ... And there is. Cable. In a fit of money-saving, my roommate added basic cable to our cable modem service (I think they made it cheaper this way to get us hooked).

The installation dude said it was only like, 23 channels. So I went through from about channel 2 to channel 24, which is nothing more than the broadcast networks, educational access channels, the TV guide channel to let me know what all I'm missing, and QVC TV.

Until I let the VCR auto-program all the channels. And it found the mother loade in the higher reaches of the double-digits. The new TNN! MSNBC! Country music! And CSPAN-2! But no CSPAN! TNN has Star Trek! Lots of it! And Baywatch! And VIP! Not that I watch any of that. And then, to top off the day -- Felicity! Except they're on the post-haircut episodes. Not that I know anything about that. And please don't tell anyone that I've been watching the Women's Entertainment network.

That's how I remember it.

• Good Morning, Bosnia-Herzegovina
• ID14: Bastille Day
• Thelma and Louise and a Little Lady
• The Seventh Sense
• Die Another Another Day
• Titanic II: The Hindenburg
• Air Force Two
• Ei8ht
• My Big Fat Greek Funeral
• Planet of the Australopithecus Afarensises
• The Hunt for Red October and a Little Lady
• Y-Men
• One Hundred and Twenty-Seven Dalmatians
• As Better As It Gets
• The Making of the Blair Witch Project
• My Best Friend's Child Custody Hearings
• The Seven Samurai and a Little Lady

If I ever get the opportunity to name a cat, I think I'll name it Chairman Meow.

Hey, check it out. I'm unemployed, so I downloaded MovableType and made my own weblog! I think that means I'm narcisistic. Ah, well.

Hmm, so what should I write in my blog? I know! What I did today. I went to a Bridal Shower. I tried to avoid it, but I had an appointment with Fate. It came about something like this ...

Wayne and Lindsay are getting married, and Kris is throwing her a bridal shower. I kept on saying how much I've heard about the kinds of things that go on at bridal showers, and that I was especially interested in the whole toilet-paper-dress thing. Lindsay caught wind of this, and so she mandated that if I really wanted to go, I was invited!

I hemmed and hawed for weeks and weeks, strangely drawn to the prospect of a party where I'd be the only guy, but eventually declined. And yet ...

I've been helping Kris' step-dad with his Java programming class, and we decided that I'd go over there tonight to help him out. It didn't even cross my mind that tonight was the bridal shower, and that Kris decided to have it at her mom 'n' step-dad's house.

So there I am. Judging the toilet-paper dress contest. Surrounded by women. Okay okay, several were married, and one was engaged (obviously), but you really can't complain. This sort of thing happens to me quite often -- being the only guy at a gathering. Either this means there's something very right with me, or something very very wrong ...