This entry is no longer friends-only, because you have to actually look for it to find it.

So far, I have only a few major complaints about Nashville. The first problem is the highway ramps. I have no idea which masochistic car-owner-hating freak designed these things, but they're horrible. When getting off the freeway, these ramps from hell give you like ten feet to decelerate from seventy miles per hour to ten, and they all force you to pull 170o turns within those ten feet.

Second of all, apparently everybody at every production company in town is oblivious to the socially-accepted standard of returning phone calls. It's like they were all raised by a pack of wildebeest on the African plains, then somehow decided to start their own audio company without knowing simple manners. How they manage to get their freaking pants on in the morning is completely beyond me. I have e-mailed them, called them twice, and nobody will call back. So that's all good.

A music industry executive prepares to reject yet another application for employment.

To break the oppressive dreariness of this entry, here's an excerpt from a conversation I had with Pixel:

(10:16:35 PM) Me: Word. (10:17:54 PM) Me: Or not. (10:17:57 PM) Pixel: Phrase. (10:18:06 PM) Me: This is a complete sentence. (10:19:57 PM) Pixel: Multiple sentences can be combined to form the paragraph. This is very useful when one wishes to group several distinct but related thoughts. (10:21:16 PM) Me: Note how a variety of punctuation can be used to change the meaning of the sentence! (10:23:02 PM) Pixel: Indeed? (10:24:31 PM) Me: Multiple thoughts can also be connected using a semicolon; this makes run-ons easier to construct.

In other news, getting a job and an apartment has proved be more difficult than I originally anticipated. I keep getting offers for jobs that suck from TekSystems. (By suck, I mean they pay less than I made as a security guard.) and getting jobs that pay well but only last one day. Getting an apartment has been a pain, too - they all want proof of income before they'll rent to me, which basically screws me over by forcing me to live in hotels (Which cost about gajillion times more than an apartment) until I can prove that I'm making money. So, in order to keep from depleting my savings completely, I've gone homeless. My car is large enough to allow me to comfortably lay down in the back, and I've gotten a cheap membership at a nearby gym so I can shower in the morning. Throw in some "borrowed" wifi from a nearby building and I've got a nice cheap mobile apartment. Woo.

So there ya have it. An actual update about the current events of my life, sans my typical overdone, opinionated writings.

Exit, stage left. Sparks