PDA - My Palm Pilot had been incredibly helpful in keeping track of all my appointments and interviews... Which is funny, because I probably never would have bought it on my own (I got it free with my purchase of four Michelin tires back in May (don't laugh)). It's a very easy way to keep track of names, phone numbers, and dates. And it fits nicely into my shirt pocket. The "synch up with my computer" feature is insanely cool. With two screen touches and a cable connection, I can synch up all my information between the two locations.

Three cheers for technology!

You know how they do the "outside of building shot to establish scene change" in sitcoms? IT'S BEEN DONE TO DEATH! KNOCK IT OFF!!!!

From an interview last week:

"So is this a new position or are you filling a vacancy?"

"Oh... Um... Let’s see... The person who had this job previously died. He was fairly overweight and didn’t take good care of himself. He had a heart attack."

D’oh! Walked right into that one.

Do I really want to be the guy who takes over for the guy who died?

Ever since my last move, I’ve been obsessed with the idea of getting rid of things I don’t need anymore. Over the weekend, I bought a cheap paper shredder. I had no idea how much fun it would be…

I sat down Saturday morning and started going through my filing cabinet. Anything that wasn’t a tax return or a credit card statement was fair game. Do I really need an electric bill from May 1997? Do I want the cruel reminders of what my 401(k) was once worth? (I actually had old phone bills from Nynex. Nynex! That was Verizon two name changes ago…) All of it in the shredder.

Before I knew it, I had filled up a large trash bag with paper shreds (I actually had to turn the shredder off and let it cool down a few times). When I dumped the bulging bag out into the recycling bin, the shredded remnants expanded to about three times the volume of the trash bag. It was as if the paper had been set free.

I can’t wait to make a second pass through my old files. Hours of entertainment.

"Comedian"

I'm constantly amazed by what miserable people stand-up comics tend to be (especially the successful ones).

"Punch Drunk Love"

You know that face a dog makes when he tilts his head to one side, and he's listening to you, but he's not really sure what you want from him?

I made that face the whole time.

Why does the Outdoor Life Network run programming during the day? Isn't their target audience OUTSIDE during the day? Maybe they could split time with the couch potato channel.