the book of Job

So, after almost two months of searching and searching, wondering if Jackson was going to be born into the welfare system, I have finally landed a job. A real one. With an office or a cubical or something. It is as a graphic designer for Creative Labs Inc. You may have seen their Zen brand of MP3 players or have a Sound Blaster in your computer. I'll be designing a little for their website, but mostly their print stuff. It pays more than double what I've ever made in my life. The only shitter is that it is in Stillwater, OK, about an hour away. The town is smaller than Tulsa, but is where OSU is located, so its pretty cool. We may move there depending on how the job works out, and what Jenn can swing with hers after Jackson gets here. Houses and cost of living up there are really cheap, so Jenn probably won't have to go back until she wants to. But I will have gone fronI an really excited that I didn't have to take a shittier job just to get by, and that it is a direct hire and not through a temp place, as one is responsable for me being unemployed in the first place. fuckers.So I start on Tuesday, and I have to find a new car soon because my POS truck can barely make it to the coffeeshop. Wish me luck!

Bandwagon

This is another list thing.
I compulsively make lists because I don't trust my own memory.* This was passed along to me by my good friend Brian who will now have to suffer through reading it. It is a Top Five thing about music. None are in any real order.

Top Five Lyrics That Move My Heart: Luckily Brian has renamed this one to something more managable.

Lyrics That Make My Inner Unicorn Cry:
1 That Was The Day - The The
Seriously. I met my wife at a the the show, and we danced to this song at our wedding. I get a smile every time I hear it. Some commercial is using it, and when I see it, a little aww comes out.

Well you didn't wake up this morning'Coz you didn't go to bed
You were watching the whites of your eyes turn red
The calander on your wall is ticking the days off
You've been reading some old letters
You smile and think how much you've changed
All the money in the worldCouldn't buy back those days
You pull back the curtainsAnd the sun burns into your eyes
You watch a plane flying accross a clear blue sky
This is the day your life will surely change
This is the day when things fall into place
You could have done anything if you'd wanted
All your friends and family think that you're lucky
But the side of you that they'll never see
Is when you left alone with the memories
That hold your life together like glue

2 The State I Am In - Belle and Sebastian

There is always a moment in one's lives when one realizes that they need help.The line: Oh Love of mine would you condesend to help me 'cause I'm stupid and blind. That always gets me.
I was surprised, I was happy for a day in 1975
I was puzzled by a dream, it stayed with me all day in 1995
My brother had confessed he was gay It took the heat off me for a while
He stood up with a sailor friend Made it known upon my sisters wedding day
I got married in a rush to save a kid from being deported, Now she's in love
I was so touched, I was moved to kick the crutches From my crippled friend
She was not impressed cause I cured her on the Sabbath, So I went to confess
When she saw the funny side, we introduced my child brideTo whisky and gin To whisky and gin
The priest in the booth had a photographic memory For all he had heard
And he took all of my sins and he wrote a pocket novel called"The State I Am In"
And so I gave myself to GodThere was a pregnant pause before he said ok
Now I spend my day turning tables round In Marks & Spencer's
They don't seem to mind

I gave myself to sin
I gave myself to Providence
And I've been there and back again
The state that I am in

Oh love of mine, would you condescend to help meCause I'm stupid and blind
Oh and desperation is the Devil's work, it is the folly of a boy's empty mind
Now I'm feeling dangerous, riding on city buses for a hobby is sad
Why don't you lead me to a living end
I promised that I'd entertain my crippled friend

3 Untitled - The Cure.
There is a nasty teenage break up in there.

hopelessly adrift in the eyes of the ghost again
down on my knees and my hands in the air again
pushing my face in the memory of you again
but i never know if it's real never know how i wanted to feel
never quite said what i wanted to say to you
never quite managed the words to explain to you
never quite knew how to make them beleivable and now the time has gone
another time undone
hopelessly fighting the devil futility
feeling the monster climb deeper inside of me
feeling him gnawing my heart away hungrily
i'll never lose this pain
never dream of you again

4 Tom Traubert's Blues - Tom Waits.
This is a great song antway, but now I always think of Basquiat every time I hear it.

Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did
I've got what I paid for nowsee ya tomorrow, hey Frank, can I borrow
a couple of bucks from you, to go
Waltzing Mathilda,
waltzing Mathilda,
you'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley
and I'm tired of all these soldiers here
no one speaks English, and everything's broken
and my Stacys are soaking wet
to go waltzing Mathilda,
waltzing Mathilda, you'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
now the dogs are barking
and the taxi cab's parking
a lot they can do for me
I begged you to stab me
you tore my shirt open
and I'm down on my knees tonight
Old Bushmill's I staggered, you buried the dagger in
your silhouette window light go to go
waltzing Mathilda,
waltzing Mathilda, you'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
now I lost my Saint Christopher now that I've kissed her
and the one-armed bandit knows,
and the maverick Chinamen,
and the cold-blooded signs
and the girls down by the strip-tease shows go
waltzing Mathilda,
waltzing Mathilda, you'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
no, I don't want your sympathy,
the fugitives say that the streets aren't for dreaming now
manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories
they want a piece of the action anyhow go
waltzing Mathilda,
waltzing Mathilda, you'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
and you can ask any sailor, and the keys from the jailor
and the old men in wheelchairs knowthat Mathilda's the defendant,
she killed about a hundred
and she follows wherever you may go
waltzing Mathilda,
waltzing Mathilda, you'll go waltzing Mathilda with me
and it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace
and a wound that will never heal
no prima donna, the perfume is on
an old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey
and goodnight to the street sweepersthe night watchman flame keepers
and goodnight to Mathilda too

5 Danny boy.This is the best song. Ever.
Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.
And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me
I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.
I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.


More to come.*on many levels