Dry Humour on the Wet Coast

Right now the electro bleeps and bloops of Crystal Castle are dancing in my ears and my thoughts are wandering from the serious to the serene. I have a job interview this afternoon as an ad sales rep for a magazine chain, and I’m doing my homework before I grace the halls of my potential future employer.

I’ve finally downloaded (like anyone buys music anymore) the Crystal Castles self-titled and I’ve totally digging it. It’s upbeat enough to keep me interested, mellow enough to allow me to concentrate on some of the other tasks at hand. If I come across some sort of financial windfall in in the near future, intend to purchase some reliable equipment and start producing electronic music in hopes of achieving BMP beauty that these cats are jammin’.

Oh yeah, Doozy and I saw Forgetting Sarah Marshal on my birthday and it was a seriously funny movie. See it when you have the chance. Two big toes up. One of the trailers before the flick was for the upcoming Apatow pic, Pineapple Express. I’m going to go into detail about what it was about, because I’m fairly certain that you can google the info yourself, and if you’re an Judd Apatow fan, you’ve probably already caught wind of the flick by now anyway. What I want to get into was the fact that they used Paper Planes, the M.I.A. song, for the sound track of the preview. Man, I’ve never given that chick a chance before, namely because a friend of mine play her first album non-stop on a road trip down to Coachella a few years back and I’ve been a bit adverse to giving the new album a shot. But, DAMN, the track is HOT. I played it for the lady and she thought it was a bit jarring at first, but after one listen, we’re both hooked I’ve been scouring the interwebs to find an upload .rar or .zip file of Kala that I can sink my teeth into, but to no avail. So if anyone other there has a link the want to send me, post in the comments and I’ll send you a Pizza Trophy.

The weather on the coast has been mild as of late. The morning are cool and humid and the air is sweet with essence of budding plants. Green is starting to cover everything, and it’s starting to feel like the tropics again. Like home. I love living here. If only the work front was as forgiving as the climate. My temp contract with Shaw has abruptly ended and I’m now relegated to the task for finding gainful employment as a full-time vocation. Although the interview looks promising, I’ve an uphill battle ahead of me.

Send your prayers to your higher-power of choice and let them know I could use a hand up.

If Thor answers, tell him I want my hammer back.