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Drinking And Drinking And Drinking.
I woke up this morning and realized that "Wow. I am quitting my job." I tell people this, and they go "But Mike, I can't see you NOT working at the library." And that only proves even more why I need to get out.
Now.
I wasn't in any position, or frame of mind, to deal with writing my thoughts about the whole thing. It basically comes down to a complete difference of opinion in how I think a library needs to reach people and how my direcor sees it. And I'm not afraid to say that. I think the majority of people in charge of libraries are very much stuck in a time that was safe and...old.
I want people to talk. I want people to point at displays and voice their opinion and tell others to come in and see the whole thing. She doesn't. I want to be witty and fun and personal. She apparently called my writing amateurish. Never mind the fact my writing teacher's loved my work.
And I'm pretty sure if I had an in I could writer for Gilmore Girls, but that's neither here nor there.
But, I feel the artistic glass ceiling pressing down upon me. And it won't get any better, because I'm very honestly and earnestly returning to the roots of my beliefs. I am old enough to not have to put up with shit that doesn't vibe with what I think is best.
So, I'm looking for a new job. I hope to get a web page up shortly showcasing the talents of my friends and me. Possibly. Hopefully. That will lead into a freelance design crew. And then it's just a matter of getting our name out there. I've talked to my friend MF already. She's all for it. SR is a major networker. MF is an excellent photographer. MM and I are all about the graphic design. I'm fun with the web stuff. We could do this. Not to mention I have NP as an illustrator and countless others.
It can be done.
The major decision is the name of the "company" currently. I can't decide between "Use The Red Pen" or "Hole In The Bucket." I'm leaning towards the latter. AH and MF are all for both of them. AH just thinks that there's something better out there we haven't discovered yet. But, we can always change. It's early.
So tomorrow. I have to remember to e-mail MM, because, I keep forgetting, because of my stupid Flash final. But that's out of the way. And now, it's time to make my friends and I famous. Dammit.
How much longer will I mention library stuff here? I don't know. But it won't be forever. Just be warned.
My Memories Destroyed. My Mind Is Gone.
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band: **
This is the goofiest fucking movie I have ever seen. And if it wasn't for my complete love of the Beatles, I don't think I could have sat through it.
Never seen it? Never heard of it? Imagine all your favorite Beatles' songs re-imagined by the Bee Gees. That's right. The Bee Gees. And aside from one or two musical numbers, it sounds like bad Bee Gees renditions of our favorite Beatles' songs. My favorite (and the only one I honestly liked) was the Earth, Wind & Fire version of "Got To Get You Into My Life." Aerosmith singing "Come To Together" wasn't so bad either. But Steve Martin's version of "Maxwell's Silver Hammer" (a personal favorite) was sad and atrocious.
Although, I give them WICKED credit for making a plot around Beatles' songs getting everything to fit right. And basically, the "plot" was a new Sgt. Pepper's Band is formed (by the Bee Gee's led by Frampton. Yeah) who are suckered into the sin of Hollywood while their hometown is destroyed because the original Sgt. Pepper's Band instruments are stolen.
Mayhem ensues. And the only surprising thing was the death of a main character. I was hopeful towards the end, until the WEATHERVANE came to life and reset the movie to the equivalent of square one.
And then I saw Carol Channing and Dame Edna wishing me goodbye, and I was fairly sure the Hurricane Punch Jack Daniels I drank kicked in harder than I thought. And was that Dr. John and Sha Na Na? Why yes it was!
As a goofy 70's kitsch fest I was entertained for a bit. Seeing people having fun. Making fun of themselves in a movie like this. But that was before, and I say this honestly, I thought the movie was 4 hours long.
The rest of the weekend will hopefully be spent watching "He Loves Me. He Loves Me Not" and "Spider." Throw in "A Mighty Wind" and you know how I'm spending my time.
All Good Things Must End
Wow. I'm actively looking for a job.
We shall call it artistic differences.
Differences I can no longer deal with on a philosophical level.
People talking about art, and ideas, and positives and negatives are good things. Not bad things. Big words are good things. Not bad things.
And so I move on.
If anyone knows of any interesting options. Drop me a line. I'm working on a portfolio as we speak.
Blood On The Walls. Blood In My Hair.
Oh please. Oh please. Oh please. Oh please. Oh please.
BLOODY-DISGUSTING
The Moon Remains Speechless.
Current music to not be able to sleep to:
Kill Bill original soundtrack.
Whether the movie sucks or not (of which I hope not, because I'm real excited to see it), he's always real good at putting together a good soundtrack. The first two songs are great. Nice and slow it starts with "Bang Bang" by Nancy Sinatra. And a bit of twang for track two with "That Certain Female" by Charlie Feathers.
God. I wish I could sleep. Construction is going on in my backyard. Every time I get to a place of comfy restness, a new tool whirs to life.
Grumble.
Words Within Pictures
As promised. Here's some photos of my Banned Book Week display. Needless to say, these were taken on my own time, and the library has nothing to do with this post. Yes, I need to cover my ass to be safe:
 
 
 
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