You're almost there.

01101000 01110100 01110100 01110000 00111010 00101111 00101111 01101001 00110010 00110011 00101110 01110000 01101000 01101111 01110100 01101111 01100010 01110101 01100011 01101011 01100101 01110100 00101110 01100011 01101111 01101101 00101111 01100001 01101100 01100010 01110101 01101101 01110011 00101111 01100010 00110011 00110101 00110100 00101111 01101010 01110011 01110100 01100101 01110010 01101110 01100010 01100101 01110010 01100111 00101111 00110011 00110101 00110101 00110100 00111000 00110000 00110010 00111000 00110001 00110110 01011111 00110001 01100110 00110110 00110010 00110101 01100110 00110010 00111001 00110011 00110100 01011111 01100010 00101110 01101010 01110000 01100111 00111111 01110100 00111101 00110001 00110010 00111001 00111001 00110111 00110000 00110010 00111001 00110011 00110010

Gmail is a dog with a twig tied to it's head

Waiting...

I'm sitting in this boat just waiting for word back on jobs, and freelance opportunities.

Three to four people are supposed to respond to my e-mails but no, they sit in their respective cities hoarding information like the Grinch did with gifts Christmas morning.

Am I supposed to sing?

No this isn't quite right... because the Whos didn't need their toys for Christmas to come. Maybe employment is Christmas... Am I the Grinch? Aghhhhh! Someone give me a job before this metaphor gets out of control!

Sometimes, when you need European Vacation, nothing else will do

The last post was a little negative, so in the interest of balance, I'm going to post something good about California now.

As I write this, I am sitting on a boat in San Diego Harbor, waiting for the sun to set. I came here by way of the Pacific Coast Highway. Driving that road from Long Beach to San Diego in a car with the top down is like experiencing California's Greatest Hits.

Beautiful weather, beautiful scenery, beautiful people... It's no wonder that a large portion of the nation's artists come from here.Everything is so mindblowingly georgeous that I'm forced to quote the Great Clark W. Griswold Jr.:

It's so beautiful, I feel so...

I feel my juices are just... It makes me so...

I want to write. I want to paint.

I want to sculpt something massive.

I've got a creative urge to...

I wonder if there's a men's room around here?

Headed Out Californee Way

"...Well I'm going to be moving soon." A lot of my conversations have been coming to this point lately.

"Oh yah? Where you moving" Aw crap, here it comes.

"Los Angeles" I tell them, in an almost apologetic way.

"Ughhh! Why would you want to do that? You know... (insert random LA horror here)"

Why? Why does this always happen every time I tell an Arizonan I am moving to LA? I feel like a smoker who keeps getting nagged with lung cancer facts every time he lights up.

I know about the smog, the traffic, the in-your-face-about every-opinion -they-have hippies, the police state nature of the laws, the deficit, the cost of living, the never-ending sprawl and all of the other horrible things that The City of Angels has to offer, and yet I'm still going to move there.

Why? Well for starters I have some family and friends in the area. Not to mention it's going to be easier to find work as a writer there than almost any other place in the world. The truth is; I have no idea what I'm doing, and I'm just going with the flow.

I hate the idea of going with the flow. It's that kind of twisted logic that gets a person on the slippery slope to minivans and 401k obsessions. But I have no better ideas at the moment so a flow-go-wither am I.

I wonder if gold prospectors knew what they were getting into when they up and left for our country's far left state (Double meaning, get it?), or if they just went with the flow. Well, for better or worse, I'm heading out Californee way - gonna get me a decent life.