My latest assignment ended today. No surprise. 7 hours of envelope stuffing, labeling and sealing. None of my agencies had anything lined up for me. So back to the internet (with frequent breaks for surfing) tomorrow to job hunt. If I don't land an assignment for Wednesday, I'll have a choice to make--Idol or Molly Malone's. I just realized that I never properly celebrated getting fired--namely, getting blasted drunk out of my head, which I haven't done in a long time. There's a bar near where I live called Molly Malone and who's playing there but none other than Blake's guitarist, Johnny Nails, and his band. I've become quite a fan of Johnny Nails as I subscribe to his fan email list. His bulletins are beautifully written full of wry, off the wall, yet accurate observations and musings. He's got good stage presence so I ought to check him out up close and besides, I owe it to myself to get suitably smashed. But I'm addicted to Idol, but at this point it's going to be David vs. David, I got my boards to read the summaries and you tube to watch the performances. But I end up having someplace to go Wednesday, then it's Idol, but if not, then I really should drag my middle age carcas out and about for one night.
By the way, I'm reading a very interesting novel written in the late 60's--White Dog, by Romain Gary. He was Jean Seberg's second husband and an acclaimed author in his time. I can understand why. White Dog is a very readable yet intellecutally engaging novel about a stray dog, trained to attack and kill Blacks, who shows up at the door of Romanin Gary and Jean Seberg while they're in LA as Seberg is making a movie and getting further involved with radical chic causes. I'm about 60 pages into the book and it's going to be pre-occupying my mind for much of this week.
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