Hey folks... it's the King of Empty Promises here. Just heard an inside ad from a popular, local, right-wing, AM talk-radio station seeking a writer for, I think, writing ad copy. They want someone with a background in marketing and communication... of course... and of course they wouldn't want some pan-fried unpredictable, horsepuck-selling free agent like this strange benevolent cat working spin for their corporate / business sponsors' agendas, would they? While I may be a powerful creative force in the minds of many, I am also a bit of a passive aggressive wild man with a penchant for skipping the light fantastic; in a moderately hard-core way though, if you will.
You know, Dear Readers, that it has become painfully obvious to all of my friends, my family, and most importantly, me, that I am incapable of handling so much as a provincial work-kindergarten-welfare program, let alone a straight job day in and day out. I've demonstrated this lack of caring to not only myself but to a multitude of employers and teachers throughout the years by exhibiting behavioural patterns such as: struggling to be on time for things... skipping classes... staying up all night... being generally irresponsible... making inappropriate or inflammatory statements... jeopardizing production quotas... fostering rebellious ideas amongst disgruntled co-workers I’ve only just met... ignoring redundant make-work tasks assigned by superiors who's only motivation it seems is to flex their managerial muscle in the face of my outright defiance.
I just can’t bring myself to jive with the whole modern-day corporate movement that I see as a feeble attempt to redefine common sense or somehow regulate instinct. Everyone has just got to lighten up a little, stop all the infighting and gang-up on the bankers.
Can I change? Is it too late for me to seize the yoke of reality and really do something with my life? Heck, I feel that I’m just a measly spring chicken at the age of thirty-three. My life is beautiful. I cook fancy meals for myself from time to time, and if I’m not enjoying a cigarette with my black coffee, you’re quite likely to find me scouring public opinion on CBC, flirting with women on Plenty Of Fish, or working on a new video or song idea, but I need to get paid. Maybe I could be a top album cover designer. Here’s one I came up with last night – band name and all:
THE UNDERSTANDERS: That is the name I shall call my band. I like it. Has a sort of retro college radio band edge to it.
I’ve been getting out for many a long walks with the dogs throughout the days and evenings. Here in
, it’s imperative for us to capitalize on the sunny days of our somewhat brief sunny season. I’ve actually enjoyed the spectacular thunderstorms we’ve been treated to this summer. Edmonton