Tom is...rather productive
2002-06-24 - 5:59 p.m.
Okay, so I was just reading Mistress Sinister, and I tried the little google search game. You go to the site and enter "[your first name] is". Yes, you need the quotation marks, otherwise it won't search for the exact phrase. Here are some things that I got back:
Tom is not an important person - to the narrative. ... If there is no answer to the question, then Tom is anomalous. (I AM ANOMALOUS!!!)
Tom Is Feeling Lucky.
Tom is NOT insane.
Tom is in the chat whenever his schedule permits. (Sort of sad, but basically true.)
Tom is the most compelling presence to emerge in the Singer-songwriter genre as I’ve seen in a long time.(I wish...)
TOM is an object-oriented programming language that advocates unplanned reuse of code. (Who knew?! I mean, I'm all about advocacy and spontaneity, but wow.)
Tom is buried at the Forest Lawn Cemetery in Glendale, CA. (Auuuggghhhhhhh!!!!)
Tom is quoted extensively. (hee hee)
Tom is the best, and he genuinely cares about your success. (It's TRUE!)
Tom Is Sick.
TOM is a data model. (WOOOO! I'm a model!)
Tom is a leading conceptualist in alternate energy technology.
Tom is known for his loyalty, often wearing his heart on his sleeve.
Tom is competent in helping churches become effective in twenty-first century ministry.
Tom is now expanding the reach of his own line of hand-built frames.
Nobody is supposed to know where Tom is.
Tom is not imaginary at all, and really does exist.
Tom is an enigma.
Tom is Gobsmacked.
TOM is also available, but is only meant for experienced users.
Tom is an initiator.
Tom is available to share the testimony of how God miraculously delivered him from pornography addiction and sexual perversion with your church or other group. (I just want to know why I was addicted to porn with a church...)
Tom is obligated to return to his mother and father's Western world and become the force for Reason and Food that he was invariably designed to be.
Tom is loved all over the world.
Okay. I'm done. For now. It's very ontological.
Today I sifted through the Weird Harold's Sunday job classifieds. I found more than ten likely contenders, which was a good thing. I put together an application packet for one of them and mailed it out.
I went to the Post Office and got new stamps, went to the bank to get them to fill out a form for my application to move in with Mike, dropped by A Novel Idea, got a new watch battery and band at Target (I forgot to bring my old watchband, but I was able to look and remember the width! I didn't know the number, but somehow managed to eyeball it.), four new d20s (which were only 80 cents a piece...they're kind of ugly though) at the gaming store in the strip mall near Target, and then went to the grocery store. Lots of errands. I feel positively worth...
...while. That lacuna was me remembering that I had left an Edy's Whole Fruit bar on the counter half an hour ago. Argh. And while I was out there, I remembered that I forgot to get syrup while I was out. I have many toaster waffles and nothing to put on them.
I need to send some e-mail to my landlord and let them know that I'm moving. Then I need to get them to fill out a form for Mike's people.
I changed the contact info on my resumes today. Kind of weird moving like this. I know how to do it when I pick up everything and leave all at once to a destination relatively unknown. I have lots of experience with that. I actually questioned the protocol of when to change my address on the resume. First, I asked Mike if it was okay. I figured it would be better if it looks as if I already live in Omaha if I'm hunting for jobs there.
Mike talked to the apartment people today and they told him that, indeed, there are garages available, so that's good. I'll have on-site storage for all of my crap. I checked on some prices in Omaha for storage, and it's substantially cheaper to add a garage to the lease. I think that I'm going to be getting rid of some stuff, anyway. Probably some of my chairs.
I'm dwindling out...
fin.
