The Millionizer

I’ve hit a wall with the dishes. My god, the dishes! They’re breeding and multiplying and soon I expect new life forms. Since we moved into our current place we haven’t had a dishwasher because we need some adapter piece that I’ve been hence to forth too procrastinatey to order. I AM AWARE OF THE IRONY. I have spent much more time washing dishes (exponentially) than it would take to just order the goddamn part. But when we first figured out what we needed, we couldn’t spend the money because every cent was going towards the wedding. I didn’t have a job, I was living off of a very meager savings and we were planning a wedding. So the $25 for a dishwasher piece seemed so very luxurious and unnecessary. Now that the wedding’s over and I have a job to complain about, I didn’t have an excuse. I ordered it yesterday, it ships tomorrow. I’m not completely sure how to do it, but I plan on not doing the dishes until it arrives. It’s science.

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One class down, 2 more to go. But really, the only one that matters is chemistry. That’ll be done late May. Then it’s party time. Like paaaaaaarty time. Like showing chemistry who’s boss. Hint: it’s not chemistry. Although I really enjoy the chemical line drawings, they remind me of the designs on the wall of the theatre I used to go to with my mom. Film nerd shall always be a film nerd.

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Went to TBU’s grand opening of the lobby he’s been working to hard on at work. It was really impressive. They have this amazing  3-D screen that you don’t need glasses for. It’s incredible. Very techy. What was inspiring was listening to the major donors speak. They sucked as speakers but it made me want to start some sort of program where I could (formally) give to the UCSC film department. Obviously, it won’t be on the scale of a state of the art lobby (yet) but I want to be able to help out a few students with the extreme expenses that accompany being a film major. The production side of the major is really cost prohibitive. I was lucky, because I was able to have my financial aid cover most of the costs. But that was back when the government actually gave you enough money to go to school and live and before UCSC stopped giving a shit about the arts. I’m looking into setting up a non-profit, where I get to make the decisions of course, that has a scholarship program. It’ll be tax deductible, folks!

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Where does one find a significant other for a friend? Ms. A has threatened to leave San Diego in search of a life mate. We cannot let that happen! I need to get her a couple dates. If you know of anyone in the San Diego area who is 25-32 with a stable job, his own car, and health insurance who does not live with his parents PLEASE LET ME KNOW. Also, no assholes. The situation is dire.

The Millionizer has ideas she never does anything with

I write notes for posts in a notepad at work because I like it’s perfect size-ness. Then I left it in someone else’s office and now it’s nowhere to be found. It can totally be traced back to me since it’s got my name on it. Even if it were anonymous anyone can figure it out since it’s all in purple ink. Do you know what’s in that notebook? Things I don’t even post! Yes, interestingly, I DO HAVE A FILTER. I write shit down then I decide that maybe talking about how awful my coworkers are isn’t necessary. So It stays in the notebook. NOW I CAN’T FIND THE NOTEBOOOK. Luckily, there are never any names in it. BUT STILL.

Oh well. Que sera, sera eh?

Someone asked me the other day how I come up with my post titles, since they rarely have anything to  do with anything. The answer is I get them from the ether most of the time. Most mornings I wake up with some word or phrase repeating in my head and I involuntarily repeat it all day. In the past few days I’ve gotten emotional grandstanding and bip bop flippy flop. So there’s the answer to that.

If I write so many notes for the blog how come there’s never anything new here? The answer is that I am a procrastinator, so badly a procrastinator that I procrastinate doing things that I procrastinate with (ie blogging). Also, I do not get things from my mind to the keyboard very fluidly. It’s a strange, jerky process for me. Which is why I do it, because it’s good for my mind. But it’s hard for me, I don’t know why. I know Sir Chinko and probably X just crap something genius out in 5 minutes then go about their day, satisfied with themselves for having done so. Not I, just getting this far has probably taken me a half hour. But I’m in public, there are things to get distracted by, *see below. So my point is that I have started a podcast. I know! How 2005 of me! But it’s so much easier, I just think of something then I say it and then it’s done! No editing, no erasing what I’ve said to make it mare readable. I say it and it’s out there, bam! And it’s not just me talking at you either. There are guests and topics! So far I’ve had TBU and Savage as guests. Savage was slightly over enthusiastic. Unexpectedly. It’s called The Millionizer on Media and we talk mostly about the media I/we consume or would like to consume, replete with tangents, rants and non-sequiters. You might enjoy it, you might not. I’m still figuring garageband out, so when I do I’ll post what I have weekly, after that, let’s keep our fingers crossed.

*I’m at Rebecca’s coffeeshop near my house waiting for my chemistry tutor and some guy just asked the girl upfront what the wi-fi password is. She said, “sandwich” he said, “sandwich, like it sounds?”

“yep sandwich.”

“Saaaaaaannnnnddddwwwiiich…”

“Yes, sandwich,” points to a large sign reading, “sandwich”

“…”

“s a n d w i c h”

“Sounds good!” then walks out.

Dude must be walking out of every coffeeshop looking for a password not involving letters. Or something, I dono.

Tomorrow night is outdoor drink and getting together with Ms A, I have to convince her to get on the podcast.

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PS I sent the Dirty Dancing research paper to Token and X, commence nail biting!