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Have a job interview Monday - really pulling for this one. I think previous interviews were ones I didn't want, so probably changed personalities for.... The subconscious is a powerful thing.

It's interesting, people will tell me, send out resumes every week, interview for everything, you should be getting X interviews... Yeah, someone needs to tell the world that.  I've had job searches conducted while I'm working that consist of four resumes sent, one interview - bam! another job. Being unemployed has been a total drag. None of the interviews worked, and roughly .00000000002% of the resumes have even resulted in a letter of any kind let alone a call.

I have never had difficulty getting a position I want, until I became a therapist. Either I'm a crap therapist and the therapist conducting the interview can detect that, or I'm a crap therapist interviewer. Used to be the computer skills got me a job every time. Well, I don't want to do that any more.

But I might have to. Starbucks is laying of mega-scads of people, as is Verizon. A careerbuilder search of my town resulted in.... one commission only sales job.

So, interview on Monday. In a mountain town. YAY.

In other news, still writing. Completed a fic, yo. Though it's probably not the fic anyone's looking for, what with that subliminal sort of lampooning of my other fic that everyone seems to really like.... Yes, jobless depression is doing a number on me. But if you want to see what my warped sarcasm is capable of, go on over to the fic blog and check out Something Betazoid. There's a lot of little parts that will seem really sorta familiar if the Captain and Counselor series is still in memory, but then, it's -- oh, that didn't happen the way it was supposed to....

Going to keep working on reorganizing the fic pages, I think. Restore the timeline and reformat a few more. I think it was all the Harry Potter smut I've been reading that triggered the fic mentioned above, so maybe if I go back to writing the Voyager/C&C adventure and doing tedious html it'll stop and I can write the other stuff again.

As for the dreams in the title... I had some pret-ty weird dreams last night. There was this one where I was trying to fight for my life and landed this really spiffy ninja kick - and I woke up with my foot sticking out of the covers, big draft of cold air underneath, and a really mad cat who usually sleeps between my legs. Forget sleepwalking - I sleep-flying-roundhouse-kick.

In the other dream, I was driving a little red Toyota and parked it properly in one of those little coastal destination towns where all the parking is two hour max, to attend a party of some kind (my friend on the coast is having a birthday party next week, so this actually makes some weird sense) and when I came out to move it the car was gone. So I spend hours wandering around looking at other little red cars with tickets on them, panicking, realizing it's a Honda or Fiat or whatever, and going onward.

Going to hold out hope that next dream is rehearsing job interviews. Might come in handy.

I started working on one of the WIPs that's been sitting around for a couple years.

Muse-directed writing has its ups and downs. I just ended up with a huge climactic Plot Device that will send concussions through the remainder of the WIPs left to finish the Big Damn Series(tm). Also, it will make a 110 page story into another novel.

Damn you, Muse. Why the Christmas present? You could have done this before I started seeing job ads for things I stand a chance at interviewing for....

But this is going to be a better story for it, if I can continue to do ten pages a day I might get it done before I'm employed. And the Janeway of the C&C universe will get to save the day, if I can only figure out how to write myself out of the nice boggling corner I'm in.

One of the fantastic things about being unemployed (if there is anything at all fantastic about it) is the ability to randomly decide what you're doing is no longer important and do something else. So I'm blogging instead of going through another box.

Still working through stuff to get rid of/sell after the move a couple months back.... because I'm suddenly writing again. Not suddenly, really, because it's been in the head for a while that this or that story might be resolved this way, or that way... but actually getting down to the typing has been a slow process.

And then I discovered my oft-neglected website was missing a bunch of stuff. I found things on the archive at BLTS that weren't posted on my own site - go figure. And then Wordpress decided to not allow me to cut and paste, and given my tendency to write novels where vignettes will do...

Four days straight of formatting and things are looking pretty good on Movable Type. I can't say I'll miss Wordpress at all. I have most of the fiction formatted (still working on the shorter stuff but That Series is done). In the background as I edit and paste I've been watching DS9 and Lost.

OMG, Lost had so much potential. If only they had stopped adding craziness to it. It's like a little kid had control over the show, going "wouldn't it be cool if! and then!" - they just kept piling in one crazy explanation after another until it was just one great big ball of WTF. I keep waiting for someone to wake up in the shower and realize it was all Hurley's bad pizza induced dream.

In other news... I moved into a room rental from an apartment and my cat is now adjusting slowly to... dogs.

Rewatching DS9, I find myself hitting skip over the Ferengi and Klingon episodes. Unfortunately, this means missing half the series... did not realize how Klingon infested it got. About the time Worf started singing opera I really started to miss the old days when Klingons were shot with phasers.

I finally saw the Star Trek movie. In a non-spoiler nutshell - Abrams has created an entire movie where teenage versions of our favorite heroes careen together in a haphazard fashion to reboot a failing franchise. There is no sense of purpose - no rational decisions - just a bunch of kneejerk decisions made by rash kids who then work through the fallout. It's muppet babies syndrome - fanfic has done this before. Remove a few decades and throw the canon to the wind to bring together Our Characters as youngsters. Meh. Clearly Abrams hasn't attended the same writing classes the rest of us get where the plot and character development builds and hangs together in an orderly fashion. Not that you couldn't tell this was so by observing the non-progression of Lost.

I ran across this webcomic in my wanderings... it's all rather geeky and agnostic, but this one in particular caught my eye. Do you see why?

I ... worked on fic today. gasssssp I think I may get one done.... Maybe it's all the hiking and thinking.

A sense of accomplishment! I posted my Yuletide fic. Now that it's tomorrow, I can finally get some sleep and worry about other things.

Now that everyone on the internet has posted about it, can we go back to life as we know it? Geeeeeeeze, the things people consider news. Now, if George Bush comes romping out of the closet, I fully expect the many tubes to crack under the weight of the posts/emails that will ensue, and that it will be totally warranted. Just think of the fallout! Republicans would be reeling for months. Democrats... will sort of just be Democrats, I guess. Me, I don't care if he's hanging out with Tinky Winky and Bubbles at Michael Jackson's ranch, I still didn't vote for him and I still look like a Disapproving Rabbit when someone brings him up, and that has everything to do with his decision making and the undiplomatic and idiotic way he attempts to represent Americans.

Much clipping and snipping, followed by four hours of rendering various bits of video, followed by... "[application] terminated unexpectedly. Reopen?" NAYYYYAAAAAAAAAAHHHHARRRRRRRGH. So the vid I was working on will be delayed until next weekend. I am somewhat proud of myself for clearing out that last pile of old papers and rearranging the office somewhat. Housecleaning can be so cathartic.